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Max, Updated

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She loved art, she loved music, she loved colourful clothes. She loved, doted on and fended for her two beautiful and precocious little daughters. She eked out a living from her precarious trade as a market stall holder. She visited a couple of weekly markets, as well as sharing a car boot  pitch with her dear friend Lila who owned a geriatric car. They rose early two or three times a week to set up at the hand -to mouth sales.

Occasionally she found a gem of an item, amid the car boot clutter, that she could trade with an established dealer. That was an extra profit for luxuries, an LP, or a feast for her children and for her group of women friends who acted as an informal commune, supporting each other in the struggle of raising children without men.

Not quite without. There was Max, her present “house guest” as she ironically dubbed him. She loved his youthful sensuality, his total lack of engagement in her world of struggle. Much wealthier women might remind themselves of  the animal male's sleek, lissom power by keeping a panther or a cheetah, chained in a gilded cage. There was no need to chain Max, he could even be useful when he fed his ego by entertaining the two little girls. they adored him, their worshipping gaze much less critical than their mother's.

Lila, Agnes and Melanie were her dependable allies. Max was an ornament. She wondered aloud some times, when he was within hearing range, if a dildo would not be more reliable than he. It wouldn't need feeding either.

There were claustrophobic days when unremitting rain confined them all to the small apartment. At last. as her breaking point neared, she would order the girls into their mackintoshes and wellies.

“Save Max's life,” she would command them, “Take him to the park before I throttle him!”

Max greeted this instruction with as much enthusiasm as the girls. He understood her displaced anger. She just couldn't speak harshly to her daughters, so she criticised him instead. He never expected endearments from her, not even after they had shared ecstatic satisfaction.

(his mother too was a woman with little affection to spare, and none of it for her feckless son.)

In her eyes his gender condemned him.  After her marriage had ended disastrously, she resolved that she had no need for man. The break-up
left her badly  bruised. But fanatically protective her girls. During those divorce struggles she had aged. She imagined herself immune to the  charms of lifelong  little boys like Max. Unexpectedly she found him irresistible. After he moved in, she seized every chance to punish him for her weakness.

She needed  to hoard  her resources to make nurturing motherhood possible. There was little to spare for Max.  One evening while the children slept., she mused aloud

“It's lucky you're so good in bed, I can't afford to keep a pet.”

Max smiled.
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PrettyCrazy's avatar
Wow, Alec. I feel somehow insulted. Yet that may not be a bad thing.