It was time for them to leave. Aunt Leo and Peter said goodbye to Wilhelmina and her parents. Jack walked with them to the station. "Not so fast, boys" Aunt Leo called out. Both Jack and Peter stopped and looked back. She was having a hard time walking through the loose sand. "Come on" said Jack, we walked back to her. "Sorry, Auntie, here" he grabbed Peter's hand, crossing his fingers through Peter's, "sit on our hands." "It's much too hot for me" she complained. She took hold of their shoulders, and rested back on their hands. Between the men, they carried her. "Oh, much better!" she said. "You are wearing to many cloth, Auntie, it much to warm for all those dark cloths." "Believe, you don't want to see me in one of those bathing suits!" she giggled.
At the platform Jack said goodbye to Auntie. "Let me take that bag, Auntie, you get in." Peter helped her into the train, placing her bag next to her. He got out again and gave Jack a hug, "well, enjoy the rest of the week." There was a sad look, "how?"
Aunt Leo had taken her handkerchief out and was wiping her face with it. "Are you allright?" "Yes dear, just a bit hot, have been in the sun too long I guess." Peter opened the window a bit, "Once we're moving you'll feel the wind." She just nodded. "Maybe you just drank too much." She rested her head back, "they always say that you have to drink more in this heat." "True, but I don't think they mean gin."
They took the tram from the station, although Auntie told Peter that she was quite well to walk the way home. Peter offered her a drink in the cafe, once they reached their street, but she declined, telling Peter she wanted to have a rest at home first. "Shall I make you some tea?" "Tea?! I am not sick!" she almost shouted back. She sat down in her easy chair, and pointed to the cupboard. "You think that's wise, Auntie?" "Who are you? The doctor?" Peter poured her some gin, which she swallowed at once. "Ahh, you see, much better already" and held out her glass again. Peter filled it up. He looked at her when she took a sip, she did not look good at all, het face all red, her bossom heaving. "You want me to stay with you this evening?" "Don't be so silly, you got your work to go to." "I can skip an evening, that won't be a problem", he sank to me knees next to her. She ran her fingers over his face, "you're a good kid, Peter. You and Jack are the best tenants I ever had." Peter took her hand in his, and placed a kiss on the back of her wrinkled hand, she smiled at him. "You know, if my husband and me would have had kids, I wished they had been like you and Jack." She rested her head back and closed her eyes. "You would have liked my husband too, you know he was a good man, always wanted to have kids together. Guess it was not meant to be, not that we didn't try!" Peter patted her hand, "you want me to make you something to eat?" "No, thanks, I'll manage, you get to your work, I'll be fine." "Sure?" "Yes, now go, I'll be allright."
Peter could not get his mind of Auntie. Although it was a busy night, he was not really in the mood. He just let things happen. Luckily his clients were easy, just plain vanilla, two just wanted to fuck him and one wanted a blowjob. Peter statisfied them as requested. When it was almost ten, he went to the master. "Can I go home, please?" "What's the matter, Peter, you're not feeling well? You've been a bit quiet tonight." "Yeah, not feeling very well." The master looked around, no clients were in the parlour anymore, a few boys were chatting, waiting for new clients. "No problem, Peter, here, have a brandy, that will cure all diseases." The brandy was just a left-over of one the client who went upstairs before he had finished his drink. Peter emptied the glass, while the master got his money. "See you tomorrow, I hope." "Sure, just want to have a good night sleep."
Just when he wanted to leave the parlour he heard footsteps running up behind him. A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he was turned around. "Peter? Yeah it is you!" Peter looked at the man who was straightening his cloths, a shiver went over his spine. He was looking at his former schoolmaster. "Don't have to ask you what you are doing here", the man sneered. "I could say the same!" Peter answered and turned around. The schoolmaster followed him. "Leaving your old father to become a whore!" A rage was building up deep inside Peter. The schoolmaster had seen him with the bruises, he had to know how his father had abused him. Instead of comfort, he had always been hard on Peter. Always blaming Peter if something happened at school, using a cane when he had not done his homework, amking sure he hit Peter at the same spots that were already bruised. He knew he had to control himself, without saying a word and without looking back he hurried out. The schoolmaster followed him and before he could turn the corner, he stopped Peter and pushed him against the wall. "Always thought you were no good." "What do you want?" "Too bad I did not know you worked here". The shoolmaster grabbed him in his crotch and squeezed hard. With all his strength Peter pushed him away. The schoolmaster landed on his back on the street. "O damn, I forgot, I'll have to pay for that!" Peter stood over him, fighting back the urge to kick the man in his balls. "You're filth Peter! Scum! A whore!" Peter could not control himself any longer, his foot landed between the man's legs. He cried out and covered himself with his hands, rolling over the street in pain. "Hey you!" A police whistle snapped Peter out of his thoughts. He quickly looked at the direction of the whistle. A policeman came running down the canal. Quickly Peter ran the other way. "Wait till they hear this at home!" the schoolmaster yelled after him.
Peter did not stop running, he knew the policeman wasn't following him anymore, he justed wanted to keep running, pushing people aside as he went along. He wanted to go away, far away. Finally he stopped, resting against the railing of a bridge, looking down into the dark water. He had felt so safe here, so good about himself, a new start.
When he got home he heard Aunt Leo snoring. At least she is asleep, he tought, and not drinking. He got undressed and laid on top of the sheets. If only Jack was here now, how he longed for a couple of arms around him.