It seemed that I saw Sybil and Martin more frequently after New Years. I now knew that Martin’s job took him to Mexico frequently, which explained their furniture. As a sideline he bought Mexican jewelry, which he sold in a few local shops. This I discovered when I mentioned to Sybil that my mother had sent me money to buy a necklace.
“Martha, come and see what Marty has. He brings the stuff back from Mexico. If he has something you like, you’ll pay a quarter of what Davidson’s sells it for. This isn’t junk stuff, top of the line gold and silver. And not Mexican looking, these are things that they send to Paris.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Sure you can. I insist. If you don’t see something you like, don’t feel like you have to buy anything. He has no trouble selling the stuff to Davidsons. He’ll be home at noon, come over then.”
I knocked on their door about 12:15.
“Come in, come in. Perfect timing. Marty got home a little while ago and I told him that you might want some jewelry. MARTY”. Sybil yelled as she ushered me to the dining room table.
“Just a sec, I just got outa the shower hon.” I heard Martin’s voce from above.
“Honey, just bring down the necklaces so she can look at them while you finish.”
‘OK, ok.”
In a moment Martin appeared carrying two briefcases. His hair was wet and tousled and he wore a white robe that stopped just at the knee.
“Hi Martha. I hope I have something you like. I brought some gold and some silver.” he was saying as he stood across the table from me opening the cases. He then turned the case toward me and started to walk away.
“Oh! Wait a second hon. Show Martha how to read the certificates that explain the metal content.”
He stepped back, sat down opposite me. He pulled out a necklace to which was affixed a small document.
I couldn’t concentrate on the necklace, all I could think of was Sue’s tale of looking through the glass table. Déjà vu!
Martin was talking, I wasn’t hearing. The brief case was blocking my view. Without thinking, I moved it to the side. Now he was holding the necklace and I stared down in it’s direction but really was looking at his penis. It was just exactly as Sue had described. His legs were spread apart; he was on the edge of the chair. His penis hung down swinging back and forth slightly as he moved. It looked so large to me. I noticed my face begin to feel warm and realized that I must be blushing.
Sybil’s voice broke my stare.
“Listen hon, I have to go shopping. If you’ve got what Martha wants you better give it to her. Martha dear, I’m sorry, I forgot that I have to go out but you’re in good hands with Marty. Bye dear, I’ll be back around six-thirty.” And out the door she went.
“Bye hon.”
” Tell me if you see anything you like.” Marty was saying as he spread some necklaces on the table. Spread them so that my line of sight to the necklaces was also to the long flesh colored banana that swayed below. Sue had said it looked like a big banana. It even had a tip like a banana, sort of fleshy nipple.
“I…I…I’m not sure…I mean this is more than I expected.”