“Hello, handsome,” I heard inside my head. Ghostly hands slid softly across my shoulders and I thought about them playing with my nipples and so they did. I sped up my attention to Mr. Happy who was very pleased about everything. I reached up with my free hand and gave the proper pressure to my nipples—first the right and then the left. My nipples were always connected to sex central as far as my body was concerned.
I was the chubby slightly sissy kid who was punched around in school. Whenever we had an assembly a guy in my homeroom class would sit behind me and flick my ears. I was the only one in school who was awarded three separate letters—in art, chess, and drama. I told my mom I was sick so I wouldn’t have to go to the awards ceremony so I wouldn’t have my ears flicked—or worse. Mr. Happy started to withdraw, just as I had. A year ago I saw the Flicker. He was in a truck owned by his father. Apparently he had gone into the family business of house painting. I’m glad he didn’t go into education.
I cursed myself for ruining the mood. Mr. Happy was sulking. I pulled my sweatpants back up and went out to the patio and to light the candles.