Chapter 1: Partial Progress

Several weeks later, Bea and Paul’s report cards revealed that their tutoring sessions were a total success. She also created and presented him with a private report card, giving him grades of “A+” in four specific sexual areas. For anal sex, the fifth area displayed an “I” (for incomplete).

“What do I need to do?” Bea complained. “Paint an arrow on my ass that says, ‘Enter Here’?”

“Sorry, babe, I will be sure to bring up that grade, too.”

Lynn had just brought Dale home from the clinic.

“Now that the casts are off your leg and right hand, you’re going to be less dependent. You need to get up and use your leg at least once a day. This three-wheel walker is going to help you get around, and the door is off the bathroom so you can get in and out of there yourself.

“You need to go slow and be careful. You don’t want our non-white boyfriends to have to pick you up off the floor again. Now that you have use of your hand, I’m giving you an old tablet you can use. It will access the internet, as well as some free movies and shows that are available if you search around enough.

“I’m going to monitor your useage very closely. If you try and contact anyone, using email or Facebook, or whatever, I will take the tablet away. If you install any kind of secret app for communications that I can’t see, I will take the tablet away. If you erase your browser history, I will take it away. You’ll go back to staring at the ceiling here day in and day out.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Lynn. Thank you for the tablet. When I am better at walking, may I come out and use the kitchen?”

“Yes, provided you leave our children and any guests in this house alone. Absolutely no bullshit. Remember your son is ‘DC’ now; don’t call him anything else, especially ‘Junior.’ And his partner Pam is paying rent to us, so must be extra nice to her. Any misbehavior with your children or our guests, and you’ll be locked in here with no tablet. On the other hand, over time, if you do show me you can use self-control, I will reconnect the TV in here and give you the remote. You’ll be able to watch sports, for example.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand. I will follow the rules. TV is important to me.”

For about a month, Dale was able to follow the rules. And then she caught him. Dale installed and was using an app called “Telegram” for private connections with sketchy people, so everything went away.

After two weeks, Dale couldn’t take it and begged for his tablet. Lynn left him stewing for a week, then returned the device to him on a “trial basis.” After that, she found no issues with his tablet use, and he received the TV remote six weeks later.

A couple of weeks later, she burst into the room for a surprise inspection, or review. Right away, it was clear he was beating off awkwardly, using his right hand.

“Looking at porn is a violation, Dale. Give me that thing.”

Lynn was shocked. Dale did not have porn on his screen. It was the web site for “Kohl’s,” which is a department store that sells clothing. He was looking at the pages showing women modeling swimsuits.

“Shit, Dale. This is pathetic. I’m not inclined to help you, but I will give you a break. From today forward, you can visit Pornhub.com. But that site ONLY. I saw on the news that Pornhub has made an effort to keep the really bad stuff out.

“Will you follow that restriction? PornHub ONLY?”

“Yes, Lynn. That site only.”

“What choice do I have?” Dale thought. “It’s not like she’s going to come in here and blow me, the bitch. It’s bad enough to hear it when she’s banging that spic and when my daughter is fucking that black bastard.”