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So there's this woman I know. We'll call her V. We've known each other for six or seven years, but aren't close. Two of her children have come through my chess club (I run a middle school chess club here in my town.) We're friendly and chat during chess events, and a bit moreso lately as she's going through a divorce and has a lot of frustration to purge.
The trouble is her youngest son. Well, he was always a bit of a problem, but there's something going on that's horrifying and I am paralyzed every time I encounter it.
The kid (we'll call him B) has always been unpleasant. From the first grade, he's ill-behaved and disruptive. (Both of her children that I've dealt with were unpleasant under my watch, although the next oldest was lovely, warm, and polite the last time I saw him - he grew up a bit, I guess.) B has always been prone to disgusting behaviors that clearly make people uncomfortable. Although he always appears to be oblivious, he routinely goes for the gross - picking his nose and making a snack of it, putting his hands down his pants and smelling the results after a few warming minutes, spitting into a napkin and scrutinizing the mess in full view. That sort of thing.
He's eleven now and seems to have been full-on mugged by an early puberty. His mother is 5' 9" and he's taller than her already. The whole family is odd. But now it's gotten really strange.
Chess started up in mid-September. B has become so disruptive that his mother accompanies him, almost like a handler. At the end of the second lesson, B refused to help bag up the chessboards. He ran away from us when we asked him to get to it. His mother strode up and ordered him to get to bagging, but instead (and you could have knocked me over with a feather) he lunged for her, wrapped his hands around her throat, thumbs crossed over her windpipe and dragged her face to his. He pulled her in for a wet, loose-lipped, shudderingly lingering kiss. His mother did not react. It was stunning and the chess instructor and I just looked on in speechless horror.
A few weeks ago, V and I were talking and she was complaining that her back and neck were hurting. She and B live alone, as the other kids are grown or away at school, and the parents are in the midst of a divorce. (B lives half the time with his father.) She looks me dead in the eye, and I kid you not, says this - "I'm going to get B to massage me when we get home." Then she kind of moans it out, "He's so good. He goes so hard. And he'll massage me anywhere. He'll even do my feet. I've taught him well."
It was all I could do not to scream.
And today, well, I have no idea what to do with today. There was a tournament. V sat next to me and we were pestered by B all day. He kept demanding that she scratch his head or rub his leg. At one point, he planted another of those horrifying kisses on her mouth, but this time, let his splayed lips slide up, pressed into her cheek as an ending flourish. But I completely derailed mid-story (comprehensively, I had not a single word or thought in my head to get my mind out of the scene I was witnessing) when B scooted under the table. He rested the back of his head on my thigh and took his mother's hand and started kissing, licking, and sucking her fingertips. Before he came out from under the table, he tried to get her attention by slapping her repeatedly on the breast.
V seems completely disconnected from how appalling this is. Even if this is somehow justified (as sick as it could be) in her mind for private closeness (and I'm in no way defending it, if that would be the case) I go catatonic when she doesn't even act like it's in the slightest bizarre to do this in front of me. Indeed, in front of a roomful of people.
What the hell? What do you think you would do?
The trouble is her youngest son. Well, he was always a bit of a problem, but there's something going on that's horrifying and I am paralyzed every time I encounter it.
The kid (we'll call him B) has always been unpleasant. From the first grade, he's ill-behaved and disruptive. (Both of her children that I've dealt with were unpleasant under my watch, although the next oldest was lovely, warm, and polite the last time I saw him - he grew up a bit, I guess.) B has always been prone to disgusting behaviors that clearly make people uncomfortable. Although he always appears to be oblivious, he routinely goes for the gross - picking his nose and making a snack of it, putting his hands down his pants and smelling the results after a few warming minutes, spitting into a napkin and scrutinizing the mess in full view. That sort of thing.
He's eleven now and seems to have been full-on mugged by an early puberty. His mother is 5' 9" and he's taller than her already. The whole family is odd. But now it's gotten really strange.
Chess started up in mid-September. B has become so disruptive that his mother accompanies him, almost like a handler. At the end of the second lesson, B refused to help bag up the chessboards. He ran away from us when we asked him to get to it. His mother strode up and ordered him to get to bagging, but instead (and you could have knocked me over with a feather) he lunged for her, wrapped his hands around her throat, thumbs crossed over her windpipe and dragged her face to his. He pulled her in for a wet, loose-lipped, shudderingly lingering kiss. His mother did not react. It was stunning and the chess instructor and I just looked on in speechless horror.
A few weeks ago, V and I were talking and she was complaining that her back and neck were hurting. She and B live alone, as the other kids are grown or away at school, and the parents are in the midst of a divorce. (B lives half the time with his father.) She looks me dead in the eye, and I kid you not, says this - "I'm going to get B to massage me when we get home." Then she kind of moans it out, "He's so good. He goes so hard. And he'll massage me anywhere. He'll even do my feet. I've taught him well."
It was all I could do not to scream.
And today, well, I have no idea what to do with today. There was a tournament. V sat next to me and we were pestered by B all day. He kept demanding that she scratch his head or rub his leg. At one point, he planted another of those horrifying kisses on her mouth, but this time, let his splayed lips slide up, pressed into her cheek as an ending flourish. But I completely derailed mid-story (comprehensively, I had not a single word or thought in my head to get my mind out of the scene I was witnessing) when B scooted under the table. He rested the back of his head on my thigh and took his mother's hand and started kissing, licking, and sucking her fingertips. Before he came out from under the table, he tried to get her attention by slapping her repeatedly on the breast.
V seems completely disconnected from how appalling this is. Even if this is somehow justified (as sick as it could be) in her mind for private closeness (and I'm in no way defending it, if that would be the case) I go catatonic when she doesn't even act like it's in the slightest bizarre to do this in front of me. Indeed, in front of a roomful of people.
What the hell? What do you think you would do?
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