Waiting for Mr. Kim and Other Stories by Carol Roh Spaulding

Author:Carol Roh Spaulding
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: University of Georgia Press
Published: 2023-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

I am not alone. I am not by myself in the house with Grandpa Teller. Mr. Chou is only about five feet from me, on the other end of the couch reading one of Estee’s Gourmet magazines. I have, of course, been watching to see whether he will pick up one of the Playboys but (perhaps because I have been watching) he has not. I have even arranged the July issue that’s on the top of the stack a little askew over the partially bared breasts of Miss October directly underneath it, to see what will happen if I leave the room. However, Mr. Chou seems absorbed in reading about the making of chocolate fondue. Midnight has come and gone with some this and some that, some whoop-de-do. Now, Mom, Dad, and the boys are out for the annual postmidnight New Year’s drive up Mount La Blanca to see the lights of the city. Mr. Chou, who begged out of the trip, has tucked an afghan over his legs. Estee is long since in bed. I’ve stayed behind, still a little embarrassed by the maxipad incident and reluctant to feel crampy and too far from a restroom on the first day of my period.

Last New Year’s Eve, I’d been winning at Solitaire, my aces all neatly aligned on the glass coffee table, when Hugh padded out from the den in his black satin brocade robe and velvet slippers, puffing on his pipe. I call it his Hefner getup.

“There’s something I’d like to show you, dear,” he said. “Just a little something I think might interest you.” I followed him to the hall closet where he reached toward something on the topmost shelf. “You’re growing up so fast,” Hugh said. He pulled down a stack of three or four magazines called Massage Couples. On the covers, happy-looking pairs of nudes were arranged in various poses beside pools or on the beach or, in one case, inside a hot tub, kneading one another’s flesh. “I just wanted to share these with you, dear. Just wanted you to see how beautiful sexual pleasure can be.” He shook his head sadly. “We never had this kind of opportunity when I was young. My folks were so damned uptight about such a beautiful thing.” A woman with breasts splayed like what’s for breakfast lay back on a fluffy white animal skin of some kind with her arms above her head and legs spread in front of her partner. Their glasses of Chardonnay glistened in the light of the fire roaring behind them in the fireplace. The woman was in some kind of heaven as her partner massaged her inner thighs. “You strike me as a liberated young woman,” Hugh said, flipping through and stopping at various photographs. “I’ll bet you’ve already had some pleasurable experiences. With that little bit of Oriental flavor from your Mom, those boys’ll make a beeline for you.” Another woman kneeled on all fours on a redwood deck overlooking the characteristic cliffs of Big Sur.

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