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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.  What others might have
considered to be academic achievement was for him merely the easiest
route through an ugly life.

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 hurt 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.  Jack watched as she gobbled the food,  and
he thought of the deer that frequented the nearby meadow.

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 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 inscents 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 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 had 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 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, whe 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, hurting her.  She wanted so
much to feel it for the first time.

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 wondered 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 suddenly felt pity for the man and snuggled to him, her
eyes moist.

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

She quieted and 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 crude orgasm.

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