He was a strange little man who seemed to creep along rather than walk. He was shy to the point of being reclusive. No one had ever known him to have a date or enjoy the company of a female in all the years he had lived in Somerville. When he was seen crossing a room every woman there began to drift off like leaves in fall. At twenty-five years old he still lived with his parents and gave no indication that he would ever leave them.
Despite his social faults, the townspeople paid him a grudging respect. He had a brilliant mind and had saved his employer from disaster on more than one occasion with his quick, innovative solutions. They spoke to him on his way home from work. He would simply nod and scurry on his way. They invited him to social functions knowing he wouldn't accept. He never did.
It was a pantomime that played out between them year after year. They tolerated him.
HE HATED THEM!
When he left his job his only thought was to get home as fast as he could and hope no one would look at him and speak. He hated their voices saying, "Afternoon, Mr. Huckelby" . It was never "Afternoon Aubry "or hi Aubry or a friendly pat on the back like others got. No . It was always the same, "Afternoon Mr. Huckelby". He wanted to puke. Even so, it was better than during his school years when all the kids had called him 'Fuckelby Huckelby"
Aubry had left work early. He was having one of his terrible headaches. As he neared his house, he saw his father's car in the driveway. Not wanting to see or talk to him, Aubry went around behind the house and slipped into his room through an open window. He was not in the mood for one of his father's puritanical lectures on the virtues of an eight-hour workday, the sinful ways of mankind or what a disappointment Aubry was to him. He'd heard that all his life.
Aubry opened the closet to dutifully hang his jacket. He stood quietly, listening to the voices coming from the other room. He recognized his father's voice, but it took a few seconds to place the other .It was Lily, their maid. Poor Lily. She was probably catching hell about something.
The closet was Aubry's safe haven. His parents had called it his punishment for doing bad things, but it was his escape from their tyrannical Puritanism. Even now as an adult, he still went into the closet when the world closed in on him or when the headaches became unbearable.
Aubry dropped to his knees and put his eye up to the peep hole he had found when he had been six. The house was old and a small tear had appeared in a wallpaper seam. It wasn't much, but had allowed Aubry a straight line of sight into his parent's room. He worked on it carefully until he had a pretty good view of the entire room. He had hoped to catch them doing something normal and human, but had been disappointed. Sometimes Aubry thought his parents must have deposited egg and sperm in a petri dish to obtain their child.
Aubry's breath caught in his throat. They were doing something Aubry was sure wasn't in Lily' job description. His father, the strict, unbending preacher of morality was slowly unbuttoning Lily's blouse. Her hands were feverishly groping his father crotch while she unfastened his belt with the other. It seemed only seconds until her bra was flung to the floor and Henry Huckelby had a large pink nipple sucked into his greedy mouth.
Aubry was stunned. This went against everything his father had always taught him. He was confused, how could his father do this? Where was his mother.? She was usually home when he arrived from work. She would be really angry with her father if she knew.
Aubry wondered how long this had been going on. After a few minutes his brain kicked into action.( he was only brilliant in business) He might use this against his father to stop some of the yelling and preaching, maybe get his rent lowered. While he was plotting and watching his father handle Lily's crotch, he felt himself becoming aroused.
By the time his father had Lily completely undressed and sitting on the edge of the bed, Aubry had a raging hardon. He released his five inch penis and began to massage it the way Lily was doing his fathers
