" Reg, you're wasted as a warehouseman. You've got a good brain. You're inventive. You can argue your case."Reg shrugged again. "So? I can't read or w...ite to save my life. So I'm stuck as a warehouseman. When Len retires I might make foreman." But that's a long way off. Reg, tell me to shut up if I'm out of line but have you ever considered doing something about your dyslexia?" Mum and Dad did about the time I was beaten up but I wasn't having any of it." Why not?" Dad's a railwayman. Mum's a. Teaching kids to be afraid of 'sexual everything' was not the norm until the mid or late 90's. At least, to me it wasn't and my father and I were entwined in a sexual relationship long before that, anyway.One night, when I was about eleven, my dad and I were showering together. Without prompting from him, I started to wash his back and his butt. He had been doing mine for years and I thought it perfectly normal. Over the years, he used a soft wash cloth to soap between my legs and along my butt. "God, Tom. You're almost grown up!" Almost," I agreed. I copped a feel through her blouse. "I still have hormones, though." You do, you definitely do. And you're going over to Mary's tonight?" Yes," I told her. "Which reminds me, I need to get my things together before school. I'll pick them up when I drop off JR and Jenny, but I'm going to have to hustle to get downtown by five."Actually, Central and Baseline was well south of downtown and I was going to have emulate a rocket ship to get there. I just hope he won't laugh."The pad contained the dampness I felt and it felt kind of nice to be dampand squishy down there. This is really really weird I thought, realisingthat what I had experienced had been an orgasm except that it couldn'tbe. After all I hadn't masturbated in weeks and hadn't felt the need toeither. That wasn't true though, I had felt the need, but I just hadn'thad the ability and had stopped trying like I had forgotten how to makemyself hard. That's why I wasn't.