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"Have you seen my 'Olga' pink bra?" Mother screamed across the house. I
hate it when she does that. I was in my room with Jack, my best friend,
playing 'Monopoly' when her screechy voice came across.
"Who is she yelling at?" Jack asked. I had to admit that she was asking
me. "Doesn't she know you have a guest over?" he wondered out loud.
"I guess not, or she doesn't care. She likes to embarrass me for some
reason. She thinks it's funny to ask me about her clothes and doesn't
care who hears it," I informed Jack.
"Okay, but why would you have seen her bra?" he questioned me.
"That's just another way she likes to embarrass me. She makes me do all
the laundry. I have to clean the house like I'm her personal maid and of
course, that means doing the laundry as well."
"Boy, it sucks to be you, James," Jack stated the obvious. "How long
have you been her personal maid?" he asked.
"I can't think of it like that, Jack. I have to think of doing the
cleaning and house work as payment for her letting me live here. I could
have moved in with Dad after the divorce, but he's just plain dirty. I
preferred living here with Mom and part of the arrangement was that I
was to learn to be neat and clean, just opposite of my father's nasty
habits. So Mother makes sure I know there is a place for everything and
everything in its place."
Jack responded by telling me he noticed how I often put things away
almost before we were done playing with them. He told me he noticed that
there were never any dirty clothes on the floor and my clothes always
seemed neat and ironed at school. He kind of joked that I'd make someone
a great wife someday. Mother entered my room right at that moment.
"I asked if you'd seen my pink 'Olga' bra, James, didn't you hear me?"
"Oh, hi, Jack, you boys have been so quiet I didn't even realize you
were here. You're right, Jack, James will make someone a great spouse
someday, but don't automatically think that it's a wife's job to do all
the laundry and cleaning." Mother was going to make this some feminist
teachable moment and I was looking at Jack like I felt sorry for him. I
told Mother I hadn't seen her clothing and asked if I might look for it
later.
She didn't seem the least hesitant about discussing her lingerie in
front of a couple of boys. I got the impression from girls at school
that they just never talked about 'unmentionables' when boys were
around. I guess Mother never heard that rule before. Even when a girl's
panties were showing, another girl would always tell her discretely that
she was showing more than what a girl should normally be showing with
boys around.
"What, you're not embarrassed about talking about girl's clothing, are
you, Jack?" "James?" Mother looked at us like she was expecting an
answer.
"Well, Mrs. Johnson, my mother would think I was weird if I talked to
her about her clothes," Jack commented.
"You've never complemented her on how nice she looks, Jack?" Mother
glared at him.
"Well, of course I told her she looks nice and smells nice and all, but
I'd never tell her anything other than that!" Jack responded.
"So wouldn't it be appropriate to help her out some by maybe cleaning or
ironing some of her things to help her stay pretty?" She asked Jack. I
could tell Jack was uncomfortable about this conversation. "My mom does
all the laundry and all the cleaning, Mrs. Johnson. I just live there,"
Jack said in a hurried, scared voice.
"When you get a chance, James, I need that bra sometime this afternoon
and would appreciate you helping me look for it." She turned and left
the room.
"What was that all about?" James looked at me like he was angry. "It's
not my fault my mother does all the work around my house. Maybe you
really are a maid here, James." I told him I didn't feel like one and
don't mind helping my Mother look her best.
We finished our game of 'Monopoly' and Jack left for the afternoon. I
started looking around the most logical places where her bra might have
ended up after laundry day. She was right, it was missing. I've put her
intimates away so many times it didn't bother me to be digging through
her bra or panties drawers to see if I could find it. Mother told me she
already looked there. I looked behind the washing machine and the dryer.
Nothing. This is the first time something like this has happened. I went
into my room and sat at my desk trying to come up with the answer.
I remembered pulling the clothes out of the dryer. I usually don't dry
her bras in the dryer because everyone knows that's bad for the lacy
material. I would have hung it to dry on a clothes hanger right above
the dryer. That's what I do with all her other bras. When I empty the
dryer, I hang things quickly so I don't have to do a lot of ironing.
Some things I pull directly from the dryer into the laundry basket, but
I would have notice a pink bra, I would think.
I decided to look in my drawers to see if I might have mistakenly put it
in with my clothes. That would be embarrassing telling Mother it was in
with my underwear. Unfortunately, Mother came in just as I was opening
me dresser drawers and we both spotted it at the same time. A woman's
pink 'Olga' bra, obviously misplaced in one of my drawers instead of
Mothers. Well, she had a field day with that one.
"Oh, James, you should have told me you wanted some bras," she mocked.
"I'd have purchased some for you instead of you taking some of Mommy's
pretty undies. Did you want to borrow the coordinating panties?"
I took the bra from my dresser and handed it to Mother. I explained how
it probably just got mixed in with my things and I hadn't noticed. I
then made the mistake of correcting Mother about embarrassing me in
front of my friends. I explained that Jack didn't know I was the maid
around here and that it would have been nice if Mother asked me
privately about her bra instead of screaming across the house.
"Maid! Maid! You're the maid around here? Is that what you think, James?
That you're the 'maid' around here. You don't even have the slightest
clue how much work it would be for you to be the 'maid' around here. You
don't look like a maid, do you? No, you don't have to act, or curtsey,
and I don't make you cook often. You're not a maid. Why, just because
you have to do some laundry and cleaning, you feel that you're the maid.
"I'll teach you to think you have it bad around here, little faggot,"
she yelled at me. "You think you're the maid, then I'll make you the
maid. You'll be home right after school every day from now on. You'll be
home every weekend. There'll be no extracurricular activities for you
for a while. 'Maid,' I'll teach you just exactly what it means to be a
maid!"
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