It was a Friday afternoon and even though it's the day you'd like to leave work early, it never seemed to happen for me. On Fridays I like to make sure everything's done for the week. Plus set up for Monday, so I can walk in and be ready to go.
Finally, I was able to leave and it sure was good to walk through my front door. But something seemed not quite right; for one thing it was way too quiet. My husband Jack was usually so lovingly overjoyed to see me. Even he seemed too quiet as I kissed him and asked how his day was.
"It was pretty smooth, Karen. I even got to leave early."
"Well, I was hoping to do that, too, but it couldn't happen where I was."
"Amy got home early as well. In fact she was already home when I got here." "Where is she? I thought it seemed too quiet."
"In her room. Just go change and get comfortable because we need to have a little talk after supper. " It was then I noticed jack had already made spaghetti and a salad, so I went upstairs. At Amy's door, I knocked lightly and said, "you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Anything I should know about?"
"I'm sure Dad will tell you."
Well, Jack wasn't talking and Amy wasn't talking. Now I'm really curious. Took a quick shower and just slipped on my short robe, tying the belt in front in a knot. Supper was very good. I mean, the food was very good. The conversation was nil, and the atmosphere was practically electric. After we eat, everyone chips in to load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. Then Jack quietly said, "You two meet me in the family room." Amy went to the bathroom; I finished wiping off the counter.
When I walked into the family room, Jack was sitting on the couch, Amy on the chair, so I sat on the love seat. Jack quietly said, "I came home from work early and Amy was already here. Amy, you tell Mom your part of the story."
Amy looked like she'd rather crawl into a cave and hide but she just quietly said, "I had final exams all morning, but didn't have any in the afternoon. Well, Jimmy didn't have any in the afternoon either, so he said he'd drive me home." She paused but Jack and I just waited for her to restart.
"Once we got here, I asked Jimmy if he wanted to come in. Well, no one else was home and we were in the kitchen. Jimmy started kissing me and playing with my privates, you know, up under my skirt. I told him to stop cos I wasn't supposed to do anything like that. That's the way you get in trouble and get pregnant. Then he said but now he had a raging hard on and it's all my fault. So I gotta do something about it.
"Well, I didn't know what he meant at first, but then I remembered what Mom told me. I could take him into my mouth and that way I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant."
At that moment, Jack looked at me and I wished I could crawl into a cave and hide. But, Amy continued, "I sat on a kitchen chair and he stood in front of me, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his thing out. I stroked it for just a little while, and then pulled it into my mouth, it wasn't very long before he started squirting this juice stuff into me, so I pulled back, and that's when Dad walked into the kitchen."
During this last part she was talking so softly, I had to really strain to hear her, but Jack looked like he was hearing her just fine. He turned to look at me; Amy had silent tears forming in her eyes like she was really scared now. But I know for a fact, neither Jack or I would be abusive or mean to her, no matter what kind of trouble she was in. We always told her she could come to us.
Now, the scared I was feeling at the moment was a different story (at least to me). I'd always told Jack the truth, told him everything that went on in my life, in our house; but for some reason, I never did tell him about this conversation Amy and I had had a few months before. He was just looking at me, expecting me to clarify this. "Is this true? Did you tell her this?"
"Yes, she was asking about sex and boys and although she knew some of it, and seemed to have a healthy curiosity, we got around to the subject of pregnancy, and how a girl has to really be careful. Boys can be sexually active with little or no repercussions, but girls are the ones who will get into trouble if they aren't careful. She said some of the girls at school talk about giving blow jobs to boys and some girls like it better, because that way you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. And of course, the boys like it a lot."
Jack said, "I'll bet they do." He looked from me to her. She still hadn't really cried although she had tears welling up in her eyes, and looked miserable. Jack said, "I'm going to have to punish you, Amy. You shouldn't be doing that with boys in the first place. You can imagine my shock and dismay at walking in on you like that. Giving some boy a blowjob is nothing to be taken lightly, and in the second place, you should have more regard for yourself. These boys don't love you or care about you other than the fact that you make them feel good."
By now, Amy is looking so pitiful, I want to do something to help her distress, but I know better than to interrupt him, so I sit there saying nothing, and thinking, I'll bet he's going to punish me after he's through with her. Now, I'm starting to feel pretty distressed myself. Only I know that he isn't really mean or abusive, and when he does punish us, it's out of his love.
