Chrissy shouted to her mother "I'm going over to
see Uncle Bob!" as she went out the back door.
She heard her mother yell back "Be nice to him."
Chrissy sighed. What her mother really meant
was "Don't tease your Uncle". Her mother didn't
understand! She didn't tease Uncle Bob to be
mean. It was just how they treated each other.
Ever since she'd been a little girl she'd teased
him about his receding hairline, or how his shirt
and pants didn't match, or how slow he was
when they walked. It didn't matter what it was,
she just stood there with her hands on her hips
and frowned, saying something critical about
him. Then he'd get this special helpless look on
his face, and then he would look like he was
going to cry. If anyone else saw him, it might
look like she had said something that had just
CRUSHED him, breaking his spirit FOREVER!
But Chrissy knew what came next. First he
growled, soft and low in his throat. That growl
got louder and louder as she pretended fright.
Then he'd jump at her, catch her, and tickle her,
all the time growling about how he was tired of
her being mean to him and that he was going to
punish her severely. All the time she was
shrieking with laughter.
The alternative was that each time she said
something he'd look hurt and say "That's one ...
you'll pay." If he ever got to three or four, he'd
jump up, grab her and the rest was the same.
But if there were other people around, Uncle Bob
didn't do any of those things. He just mouthed
"That's one" to her. She knew then that, as soon
as they were alone, he'd grab her and exact his
revenge.
Chrissy grew older, but that didn't effect their
game. One day, when she was fourteen, she'd
left her bra off because it was too small and
hurt. Uncle Bob had noticed and, when he
grabbed her and tickled her, he dug his fingers
into her breast flesh, poking and squeezing.
Chrissy squealed and slapped his hands, yelling
"UNCLE BOB!! Those are my BOOBS! You can't
touch my boobs!"
He had frozen, then, holding her shoulders, had
pushed her away from him at arms length. He
looked her up and down and said "By golly you
HAVE grown boobs!" He took one finger and
poked her right breast, right about where the
nipple was. "And pretty nice boobs at that!"
Chrissy slapped his hand away again. "Don't
touch them ... you CAN'T touch them." she said
firmly.
see Uncle Bob!" as she went out the back door.
She heard her mother yell back "Be nice to him."
Chrissy sighed. What her mother really meantwas "Don't tease your Uncle". Her mother didn't
understand! She didn't tease Uncle Bob to be
mean. It was just how they treated each other.
Ever since she'd been a little girl she'd teased
him about his receding hairline, or how his shirt
and pants didn't match, or how slow he was
when they walked. It didn't matter what it was,
she just stood there with her hands on her hips
and frowned, saying something critical about
him. Then he'd get this special helpless look on
his face, and then he would look like he was
going to cry. If anyone else saw him, it might
look like she had said something that had just
CRUSHED him, breaking his spirit FOREVER!
But Chrissy knew what came next. First he
growled, soft and low in his throat. That growl
got louder and louder as she pretended fright.
Then he'd jump at her, catch her, and tickle her,
all the time growling about how he was tired of
her being mean to him and that he was going to
punish her severely. All the time she was
shrieking with laughter.
The alternative was that each time she said
something he'd look hurt and say "That's one ...
you'll pay." If he ever got to three or four, he'd
jump up, grab her and the rest was the same.
But if there were other people around, Uncle Bob
didn't do any of those things. He just mouthed
"That's one" to her. She knew then that, as soon
as they were alone, he'd grab her and exact his
revenge.
Chrissy grew older, but that didn't effect their
game. One day, when she was fourteen, she'd
left her bra off because it was too small and
hurt. Uncle Bob had noticed and, when he
grabbed her and tickled her, he dug his fingers
into her breast flesh, poking and squeezing.
Chrissy squealed and slapped his hands, yelling
"UNCLE BOB!! Those are my BOOBS! You can't
touch my boobs!"
He had frozen, then, holding her shoulders, had
pushed her away from him at arms length. He
looked her up and down and said "By golly you
HAVE grown boobs!" He took one finger and
poked her right breast, right about where the
nipple was. "And pretty nice boobs at that!"
Chrissy slapped his hand away again. "Don't
touch them ... you CAN'T touch them." she said
firmly.
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