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JACK PARSONS


Jack  Parsons was a loner, although he was never lonely, because he
had treasured books in which he experienced life more magnificently
than anyone else alive.  He also had his beloved forested mountain
side from which he could look out and behold glorious, snowy peaks and
lush, green valleys  Everyday he caressed the flora of his
environment, and he conversed with the fauna.

He was a highly educated man, who, twenty years previously, had earned
a Ph.D. in mathematics from the University of Chicago.  Everyone there
thought that he was incredibly brilliant, but they did not believe
that he could make an academic career, because he was, to put it
bluntly, weird.  He did not find a teaching appointment, nor did he
search hard for one.  The income from a small inheritance was
sufficient for the man to escape from a world which was utterly
foreign to him.  He moved into a crude, small cabin in Idaho and found
peace for the first time in his life.

Several times a year he would make his way to a village ten miles
away, where he would purchase provisions and tote them up to his
cabin.  The people in the village were fascinated and disgusted by the
man, because the hair of his head and his face hung matted down to his
shoulders, because he was ragged and filthy, because he emitted a foul
stink.  He did not talk to them.  He just asked for what he wanted and
paid for it in cash.

Jack was an extremely contented man, although he was oblivious of
happiness.  He had never loved another person, nor even yearned for
one. He had never had a sexual experience.  He had never masturbated.
The first thirty years of his life had been an unfolding horror in
which he had to deal with other people and authorities, who were
insistently intrusive.  He treasured the solitude that he had found in
the mountains.

One day in early Spring, a time when Jack smiled all day at the
renewal of the Earth, his solitude was shattered by the appearance of
a young girl.  He could not tell her age.  She had a young face, was a
head shorter than he, and small bulges in her tattered blouse
suggested breasts.  He was furious at her intrusion and he shouted at
her to go away from him.  She stared defiantly at the mountain man,
who was slobbering in his rage, her chin up and her head held high,
supremely confident and self possessed, and she demanded food.  He
trembled with anger and loomed over the little girl menacingly, but
she stood her ground proudly.  She again demanded food, knowing,
somehow, that she would have her way.  Jack stood tall, looking down
on the little girl, his fists clenched tightly, and then he relaxed,
because he knew that he could not harm her.  He turned, went into his
cabin, and returned with crude, home-made biscuits and some meat,
which was not too rancid.  The girl ate the food greedly and washed it
down with hand scoops of water from a nearby rain barrel. 

The girl spoke to him, asked him questions,  and would not stop
talking.  Jack ran back to his cabin to escape the unwanted noise.
The girl followed him and poked her head through the door, still
talking.  Jack lay face down on his pallet with his hands over his
ears, wanting the girl to go away and leave him in peace.

Had Jack listened to her, he would have learned that she was fourteen
years old, that her name was Alice, that she had run away from a
children's prison, where she been incarcerated for stabbing a man who
was raping her, a man who was as prominent as she was obscure.  Jack
did not hear her words, just the light tinkle of her young voice,
which distressed him in a way which he had never before experienced.
Jack cowered on the floor as Alice came into the evil smelling cabin,
her nose wrinkling at the stench.

She did not go away.  She had no where to go.  She slept that night on
the floor across from Jack, who was made woefully unhappy by her
presence.   The next morning Alice took a bucket of water from the
rain barrel and went into the forest to wash herself.  Jack looked at
her departing figure and hoped that she would not return.  But she
did, carrying the empty bucket and asking again for food.  Jack showed
the girl his larder, a hopeless feeling coming over the man.

* * *

Alice was not at all intimidated by the man, whose utter wretchedness
she found, somehow, endearing.  He was like a character from a story
book.  That first morning she spent at the cabin she looked in vain
for a broom.  Then, with a series of rags, she dusted and sweap out
the cluttered space, Jack looking on helplessly, hoping that she would
not disturb his books,  which she didn't.  She talked constantly, but
Jack did not hear her words, just her sounds, to which he became
accustomed.  She tinkled like a wind chime in a gentle breeze.

For two days Alice cleansed the fetid cabin, airing it out as best she
could.  She dusted Jack's books, showing them proper respect when
handling them.  She tidied his pallet and made one for herself.  She
washed the filthy clothes that he was not wearing, and then demanded
that he change and let her wash the clothes that he had been wearing
for three weeks.  Jack responded numbly.  He had encountered  an
authority which was totally novel to him, still threatening, yet
different.

Spring stretched into early Summer, when the days were frequently dead
from the heat and the insects buzzed  incessantly.  Jack had come to
accept the intruder as part of his environment, as if she were a
demanding puppy.  Early on Alice discovered a nearby stream in which
to bathe.  She mended her tattered clothes, a blouse and jeans, as
best she could.  She forced Jack to go the stream and to bathe at
least once a week.  She cut his hair and trimmed his beard as he sat
dumbly on a stump outside the cabin.

Although Jack was unbalanced, he came to understand that he was
confronted with another human being, not a puppy.  But this person
became, eventually,  agreeable to him, unlike all the others whom he
had dealt with in the past.  She was pulling him out of his once
treasured solitude.  Jack began to smile at the girl, and he would
venture to exchange words with her, just a few.

One day he muttered that he had to go the village and replenish his
supplies.  Alice beamed a smile at the man and requested some cookies.
In the village the people noticed a marked difference in Jack, who no
longer stank, whose eyes were brighter, whose appearance was more
tidy.  He returned that evening heavily laden with provisions,
including many cookies, and some shirts and trousers for the girl,
which, of course, were too large, and would have to be altered.  Alice
was glad to see her mountain man return, and Jack smiled at her as he
trudged up the track to the cabin.

* * *

Now we have a problem, a problem in explaining how these these so
dissimilar persons became lovers.

Jack was a man who lived inside his own mind, where he enjoyed a
luxurious, elegant existence.  Over the years his attachment to the
physical world outside his head, and to the people who populated it
had become increasingly tenuous.  He was, moreover, completely
impotent.  Never in his life had his penis felt an urge. Never had
blood flowed to it and thickened it.

Alice was so different.  She lived in the real world, and, although
she was still a small, young girl, she was confident that she could
master it.  She was not a virgin.  She had been raped once by that
odious, important man whom she had stabbed, not fatally, she
regretted.  She masturbated frequently, ever since she was ten years
old, and, at fourteen, she wanted a lover.

Alice thought that Jack would become her lover, despite his age and
his mental disability.  She feared it, because she knew that she would
quickly become pregnant.  Still, she had no where else to go, because
she would rather die than return to the children's prison.  If she
gave birth up there in the mountains, with Jack incapable of any help,
she could die, or her child could perish.  If she sought help from the
larger society, which clung to the valleys like a mold, she would be
sent back to prison.  She thought that Jack would take her, and she
would clutch to him as he thrust into her, perhaps hurting her.  She
wanted to feel it.

Jack had always shunned authority, which he considered so egregiously
intrusive.  He was a free man who had a greater comprehension of the
universe than others, so he thought.   He wondered, therefore, why he
accepted the authority of Alice, who had come to rule his life.  He no
longer offered any resistance to the girl.  If he could think clearly,
he would have realized that he had come to love the kid, who stroked
his cheek so often, smiled at him and was so nice.  He realized that
she was very pretty, like a faun or a wildflower.  He had no sexual
feelings, although he relished the touch of her soft skin.  Alice had
caused confusion in Jack's mind, but she also gave him an entirely new
and profound experience.  It was happiness.

One night, rather than masturbating, Alice decided to go and join Jack
on his pallet.  She wondered why he had not hit upon her for the
several months which they had shared together.  She nestled to him,
one arm thrown across his chest.  She licked his cheek and felt the
old man's stubble on her tongue.  He smelled clean, because of her,
and she felt proud of it.  Jack, however, did not respond.  He did not
clutch her.  He did not kiss her.  He did not fondle her.  Alice
kissed his lips and felt nothing in response.  She then decided that
the man was too old for sex, and she pushed her body against his in
frustration.

Jack stirred.  He palmed Alice's cheek gently, lovingly.  He was not
totally demented.  Alice suddenly hoped that he would take her, but he
didn't; he couldn't.  He fondled her soft upper arm and was delighted,
when she pressed her lips to his.  He felt her tongue on his lips and
he responded with his own, touching the tip of hers.  Jack knew about
sex, but he also realized that it was something of which he was
incapable.  Still, he treasured the feel of her soft warmth, her
fragrance, but most of all her acceptance of him.  He fondled a breast
for the first time in his life and clutched the girl to him. licking
her hair.   He was aroused, yet flacid.  She had become the most
precious creature in his existance.

Alice was extremely frustrated sexually.  She took Jack's hand in hers
and pressed it to her  groin, rubbing it against her.  It was not
enough.  She got up and took off all her clothes and then lay beside
him again naked.  She groped the man and felt no hardness.  She
unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis.  She played with it,
stroked it.  She leaned down and took it into her mouth.  It was to no
avail.  He remained flacid.  Then, in a moment of lucidity, Jack
appologized and told the girl, petting her head as though she were a
kitten, that he was impotent.  Alice then suddenly felt such pity for
the man, and she lay down next to him and snuggled.

Jack had never felt such ecstasy,  such happiness as he lay with the
small girl in his arms.   He was not a completeretard.  He knew what
she needed.  He kissed her lips as he explored her between the legs
with his large fingers.  most profound love, until Alice cried out and
bit his ear lobe.   Jack shed decades of isolation and became a
kidonce again.  He licked and sucked on her flesh fervently as she
squirmed and fondled his head.  His face betweenher thighs, he inhaled
her aroma and felt her moistness on his lips.  He licked on her magic
spot as he pushed twofat fingers into her, hoping that it would be
enough to bring her to pleasure.  Alice went wild and soon emitted
abrief scream.

She quieted and then wondered how she could possibly pleasure her
lover. It was unnecessary.  Jack held the naked girl tightly to him,
breathing in her scent, feeling her warm flesh, lost in a reverie that
was more splended than a mere orgasm.


 


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