There is a secret that has been on my mind for ten years. It amazed and confused me at the same time. No one ever knew this secret but me. The first time it happened, I just laid there in excruciating pain. Tears showered my face every time. When it happened, I was always home alone. Why me? No human being should have had to go through such turmoil and hell. It was an embarrassing predicament to be in at such a young age. For so long, I've waited to tell someone about the heart wrenching secret that had me in knots every night. Agonizing pain terrorizing my mind constantly.
Mama took me to see a therapist about my secret, but that lady was not prepared for the frightening truth. I couldn't utter the blatant disgusting truth to that nosy, big nosed, pale, grandma panties wearing closet freak. Whew! She'll know how I feel about her now. There you have it Mrs. Smith. Here I am now a grown woman that's been through so many things, nothing like what I had been through ten years ago when I was seventeen. I have to get it off my chest, but how can I live with the world knowing this demonic secret? Forget it! It doesn't matter what anyone thinks. I'm going to tell this secret and be judged to the fullest extent. Here it is world!
Ten years ago, I needed a job. Mama wouldn't give me any money and I couldn't get any assistance from social services. There was a married couple that lived a few doors down. The man was legally blind and required assistance getting around. I offered to help the man if the woman paid me one-hundred and fifty dollars a week. She agreed. That next morning I went to work for the couple. As we sat inside of the three bedroom trailer, Bob, the blind man, told me stories about how he used to sell drugs before he went to prison. Sadly, that was where his vision had degenerated. Bob admitted to having over ten thousand dollars stashed in the backyard of that very trailer. At first I didn't believe him, but when I helped him to the old rusty trunk hidden in an empty dog house in the backyard, my opinion changed.
Bob told me that he was dying of pancreatic cancer. His wife would be well off with his insurance money, so he was just going to spend his savings. All I could do was laugh. There was no way this guy was serious. When I left that evening, I went to sleep with a big smile on my face. What if Bob was serious? I could have really used at least some of that money. The next morning, I walked in and Bob sat on the back porch where the money was. Bob appeared shaken to the core. I asked him what was wrong. It shocked me when he told me that the doctors told him he only had a few days to live. My heart broke for him. I leaned over to hug Bob, then jumped back when I felt a finger in my butt! Never having been that close to an old person before, the smell of mothballs and future death, made me nauseous.
Bob told me that his wife had stop sleeping with him after he was diagnosed. Since he was dying, he would give anything to have one last orgasm. My stomach turned a hundred times in two seconds. The back of my throat taste of vomit. Shaking my head in complete disregard, I stood up and walked away. Bob pleaded with me. He kept reminding me that he would die before the week was over with. He told me that all the money in the trunk could be mine. His wife knew nothing about it. Bob said he was saving the money for his first born, but since he never had children, he would leave the money buried.
Bob held my hand, gently rubbing his wrinkles against my sweaty hands. After staring at the money, which Bob told me to dig up. I swallowed my pride and all self dignity. Bob wanted to go into the den. I sat him on the couch. He couldn't see me anyway, so I didn't have to undress. Surprisingly, Bob wanted to suck on my breast. Ugh!!!! As soon as he touched me, it felt just like it looked. A toothless man sucking and slobbering all over my breast. I wanted to die! I jumped off of Bob, spit ran down my chest. There was no way I could do it, but Bob began crying. Sitting back on his lap, I unbuttoned his trousers. Interesting enough, Bob had a hard on. Not quite a full hard. It felt like a big worm invaded my vagina. Within seconds Bob had an orgasm. But when I lifted off of him, urine seeped out of me. Bob looked embarrassed. Great, he urinated inside of me.
Taking all of the money and running home to shower four times, I stashed eight thousand dollars under the floor boards of my room. When I walked out of the house, all I saw were Paramedics and police swarmed around Bob's house. As soon as Bob's wife saw me, she marched over and slapped me in my face. I had taking the money and ran, forgetting that Bob was still blind. He had tried to get up and clean himself off, when he tripped over his unbuttoned pants, falling head first into the fireplace. Two officers walked over and placed me in handcuffs.
Sitting in the interrogation room, my pathetic life flashed before my eyes. Crying like a baby, I regretted being so stupid. Who fucks an old blind man. That was nasty! The homicide detective entered the room along with Bob's wife. He sat across from me with a cup of coffee sitting on the table. Immediately, I asked if I was going to jail. The detective sipped on the scolding coffee. He asked me numerous questions about what happened at Bob's house. I told them about Bob's cancer and how he was about to die. I added that Bob paid me five thousand dollars from money he had stashed in the backyard. It was all out on the table about Bob going to prison for selling drugs and was released due to his deteriorating eyesight.
The detective and I both stared clueless at Bob's wife. She had tilted her head back, laughing like no tomorrow. Hand slapping the table, screaming and hyperventilating with laughter. In between shrills, the small framed woman began telling the story of Bob Canton. My eyes widened as I learned that Bob had not been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. His right eye was completely without sight and his left eye was slightly blind. But nothing could have prepared me for the bomb of them all. Bob had not gone to prison for selling drugs, he had gone for illegally printing money! Having worked in the U.S Tresury for twelve years, Bob was arrested and charged with stealing the metal plates and running a store front printing shop. The Federal Government seized every penny Bob had, except ten thousand dollars! She had known about the money the entire time. Bob always bragged that the Feds would never get all of his money, he had even told his wife that she would never get it either. Then again, Bob also suffered from Alzheimer's and would frequently give then take back the money all the time.
Tickled pink by my embarrassment, Bob's wife refused to press charges. She laughed so hard that the old bag fell over on the table dead and still smiling. The detective released me and I ran home and vomited for the rest of the night.