A Symphony unto Oneself

Chapter 1

The Story The Authors

The lights of the city below flickered in the frosty air. As they flew on through the night, Jake thought back on his many happy teen-age evenings, feeling the dulcet tones of Stevie -- his Gold-Dust Woman -- washing over him as he lay in bed, eyes closed, caught up in a fantasy world. Just Stevie and him. Bathing in a cold river. Feeling her heaving -- "JACOB!!! What are you doing in there?" Good Lord! He was home again! It was 1976 and his mother was opening the door on him. "Yes, Jake." said Stevie,"Remember this moment?" "Remember?" Jake asked, trembling, "How could I forget! I couldn't get an erection for almost a month after this!" He watched in horror as he re-lived, as a spectator, the horrifying drama as it unfolded. "Oh my GOD!" screamed his mother, hair in curlers, Noxzema on her face, "Is THIS what we raised? An animal? Irv, get in here! See what kind of an animal you've raised!" Jake watched in agony as a large man in striped boxer shorts and a t-shirt barreled into the room. "Oy! You see, Shirley? I told you the boy was spending too much time in the bathroom. But NO! You said it was from the Passover matzoh." Jake wanted to die. "After everything we've done for you!" sobbed his mother, "This is how you thank us?" "Jacob, you are going to have a long talk with the rabbi about this -- I can't believe this," said his father, shaking his head, "you who we spent all that money on for a bar mitzvah. Oh, if only your grandmother were here to see this. She must be spinning in her grave!" "This was twenty years ago!" moaned Jake. "Why are you doing this to me? I loved you. I trusted you. You were my fantasty!" "Yes," said Stevie, "I was. But look what it got you. Your poor mother and father, traumatized." "Traumatized? TRAUMATIZED?!" yelled Jake. "Twenty years of therapy and I still suffer from erectile dysfunction for days after I hear a Fleetwood Mac song." Stevie shook her head. "The night is growing old and we still have much to see. Touch my breast and let us be gone." Without thinking, Jake reached out and cupped her soft breast in his hand. Instantly, the scene changed... Jeff S.

The Story	The Authors
The lights of the city below flickered in the frosty air. As they flew on through the night, Jake thought back on his many happy teen-age evenings, feeling the dulcet tones of Stevie -- his Gold-Dust Woman -- washing over him as he lay in bed, eyes closed, caught up in a fantasy world. Just Stevie and him. Bathing in a cold river. Feeling her heaving -- "JACOB!!! What are you doing in there?" Good Lord! He was home again! It was 1976 and his mother was opening the door on him. "Yes, Jake." said Stevie,"Remember this moment?" "Remember?" Jake asked, trembling, "How could I forget! I couldn't get an erection for almost a month after this!" He watched in horror as he re-lived, as a spectator, the horrifying drama as it unfolded. "Oh my GOD!" screamed his mother, hair in curlers, Noxzema on her face, "Is THIS what we raised? An animal? Irv, get in here! See what kind of an animal you've raised!" Jake watched in agony as a large man in striped boxer shorts and a t-shirt barreled into the room. "Oy! You see, Shirley? I told you the boy was spending too much time in the bathroom. But NO! You said it was from the Passover matzoh." Jake wanted to die. "After everything we've done for you!" sobbed his mother, "This is how you thank us?" "Jacob, you are going to have a long talk with the rabbi about this -- I can't believe this," said his father, shaking his head, "you who we spent all that money on for a bar mitzvah. Oh, if only your grandmother were here to see this. She must be spinning in her grave!" "This was twenty years ago!" moaned Jake. "Why are you doing this to me? I loved you. I trusted you. You were my fantasty!" "Yes," said Stevie, "I was. But look what it got you. Your poor mother and father, traumatized." "Traumatized? TRAUMATIZED?!" yelled Jake. "Twenty years of therapy and I still suffer from erectile dysfunction for days after I hear a Fleetwood Mac song." Stevie shook her head. "The night is growing old and we still have much to see. Touch my breast and let us be gone." Without thinking, Jake reached out and cupped her soft breast in his hand. Instantly, the scene changed...	Jeff S.

Library | Contents Next Chapter