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\"FifteenthBirthdays\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Uncle Will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, birthday boy,\u201d I responded teasingly.\u00a0 \u201cAre you having a good day?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I really am.\u00a0 Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jake is not actually my nephew.\u00a0 He\u2019s the son of my cousin, Tom.\u00a0 Since Tom and I were close as kids and remained so into adulthood, Jake always thought of me as an uncle and he addressed me accordingly.\u00a0 That was fine with me.\u00a0 He seemed to be more of a nephew to me than a second cousin.\u00a0 We had seen a lot of each other through the years.<\/p>\n

Today was an unusual situation.\u00a0 Tom was out of town in the midst of a long business trip.\u00a0 He traveled extensively with his job but whenever possible, he would schedule his trips so that they would not interfere with important events in his family.\u00a0 Unfortunately, this was not always possible and this current trip was a perfect example.\u00a0 Today was Jake\u2019s fifteenth birthday.\u00a0 Typically on his birthday, he and his father would attempt to enjoy an activity together.\u00a0 Since Tom would be away this year, I offered to fill-in for him and do something special with Jake to celebrate his day.\u00a0 I was pleased when my offer was accepted.\u00a0 Jake had always been a favorite of mine and I planned an enjoyable evening for him.\u00a0 Perhaps it might prove to be an evening that he would fondly remember someday.<\/p>\n

Jake had an excited smile on his face as he sat down on the front seat of my car and closed the door.\u00a0 He wondered where we were going because I hadn\u2019t told him yet.\u00a0 It was a surprise.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, Uncle Will,\u201d he implored.\u00a0 \u201cWhere are you taking me?\u201d He had been wondering all day.\u00a0 His curiosity was getting to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll find out soon enough,\u201d I replied evasively in a self-knowing tone of voice.\u00a0 \u201cJust be patient for a little while longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

I began to smirk at his discomfort and he grinned back at me good-naturedly.\u00a0 This was going to be a fun evening.<\/p>\n

Carefully I pulled away from the curb and began our journey into the city.\u00a0 We would arrive at our destination in about forty-five minutes.\u00a0 As I drove in the heavy evening traffic, Jake and I made small talk together.\u00a0 Slowly, during a lull in our conversation, thoughts of my own fifteenth birthday began to drift into my mind.\u00a0 It was one birthday that I had never forgotten.\u00a0 The memory of it was still fresh, almost as if it had been celebrated last week instead of almost forty years earlier.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0My parents divorced when I was a toddler.\u00a0 My fathered soon thereafter moved to New Jersey, remarried and began a new family.\u00a0 Through the years, I heard little from him and I seldom saw him.\u00a0 Although my mother remarried a few years after the divorce, my stepfather never seemed to have a lot of time for me.\u00a0 He was a corporate scientist who was very focused on his career and his research.\u00a0 He was a nice enough guy and he was always good to me.\u00a0 I have no complaints.\u00a0 We were just never close.\u00a0 As I approached my teen years, my mother became concerned that I perhaps needed some stronger, male influence in my life.\u00a0 She expressed this concern to her three brothers, my uncles, and they all began to make concerted efforts to fill this void.\u00a0 They were great guys and I loved them all.\u00a0 My favorite was the youngest brother, my Uncle George.<\/p>\n

The two older brothers had families of their own and they began to include me in the activities that they would schedule for their own children.\u00a0 This is how I came to spend so much time with my cousin Tom, for example.\u00a0 Uncle George, on the other hand, was a single guy and our time together was always one on one, just him and me.\u00a0 He appeared to lead a fun-filled, happy life and he always seemed to have plenty of money.\u00a0 To this day I\u2019m not entirely sure how he made his living.\u00a0 I often believed that Uncle George thought of me as the son he knew he was never going to have.\u00a0 He was available whenever I needed him.\u00a0 He always did his very best to show me a good time although he could be strict with me whenever he had to be.\u00a0 This was seldom necessary.<\/p>\n

Whenever I think of Uncle George, I immediately recall a specific incident that occurred during my sophomore year of high school.\u00a0 It happened on my birthday.\u00a0 My birthday should have been a special day for me but as usual, I had heard nothing from my father.\u00a0 As I climbed into my uncle\u2019s car that evening, I felt dejected and somewhat subdued from the disappointment.\u00a0 I was happy to see Uncle George.\u00a0 He would know how to make me feel better.\u00a0 I was certain of this because he always did.<\/p>\n

Uncle George noticed my weak smile as I said hello to him and sat down on the front seat beside him.\u00a0 He could sense that I was unhappy.<\/p>\n

\u201cCheer-up, Will,\u201d he said to me affectionately.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re a special guy.\u00a0 I\u2019ve got quite a surprise for you this evening.\u201d<\/p>\n

Immediately my curiosity arose.\u00a0 Uncle George was always true to his word.\u00a0 I had no doubt that he had something unusual planned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll never guess,\u201d he replied confidently.\u00a0 \u201cJust be patient and relax.\u00a0 We\u2019ll be there in forty-five minutes.\u201d\u00a0 He grinned at me in his typical friendly manner.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re growing up, Will.\u00a0 I really think you’re going to like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Uncle George soon drove onto the expressway and headed toward the city.\u00a0 A mile or so before we reached downtown, he suddenly took an exit and drove into an old industrial area.\u00a0 Sporadically located among the factories were a few blocks of houses. Many of these houses appeared to be empty.\u00a0 This certainly wasn\u2019t a very inviting neighborhood and instinctively, I locked my door.\u00a0 Although I really wanted to know where he was taking me, I didn\u2019t want him to know that I was frightened.\u00a0 I sad nothing and we traveled in silence.<\/p>\n

Finally, Uncle George turned onto a residential side street and parked his car in front of the second house from the corner.\u00a0 You\u2019ve got to be kidding me, I thought to myself.\u00a0 He saw the expression on my face and began to laugh heartily.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Will,\u201d he said.\u00a0 \u201cTrust me.\u00a0 It gets a lot better from here.\u201d<\/p>\n

We left the car and approached the closest house.\u00a0 It was an old brick building.\u00a0 I noticed that it appeared to be in pretty good condition although it certainly could have used some fresh paint.\u00a0 Uncle George headed toward the sidewalk that ran beside the house and walked toward the backyard.\u00a0 I followed immediately behind him.\u00a0 When we reached the rear of the house, we stopped for only a few seconds.\u00a0 My uncle patted me on the shoulder as if to reassure me.\u00a0 This was certainly going to be a surprise.\u00a0 I had no idea what we were going to be doing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, we\u2019re here,\u201d he announced with a smile.\u00a0 \u201cCome on, Will.\u00a0 Let\u2019s go in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Uncle George and I entered the building through the back door.\u00a0 We walked up the stairs and into a room that had formerly been a large kitchen.\u00a0 It had been converted into a small parlor with carpeting, two comfortable sofas and some chairs but no tables.\u00a0 The sole source of light was a small but ornate chandelier located at the center of the ceiling.\u00a0 It provided a soft light to the room that added to its feeling of coziness.\u00a0 Some light music was playing through a sound system.\u00a0 A wet bar stood in the corner where the kitchen sink had once been.\u00a0 A woman saw us enter the room and came over to greet us.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood evening, George,\u201d said the woman through a pleasant smile.\u00a0 \u201cIs this the young man you were telling me about?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, he is,\u201d he replied, also smiling.\u00a0 \u201cHis name is Will.\u00a0 Today\u2019s his birthday.\u00a0 He\u2019s fifteen.\u201d\u00a0 George again patted me on my shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cThis is Sheila,\u201d he told me.\u00a0 \u201cShe\u2019s been expecting you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheila was a woman of medium height, probably about thirty-five years old with a nice figure.\u00a0 She had a rather wild hairdo with dyed red hair that was curled upward off her neck.\u00a0 Her red blouse was cut low and her black skirt was very short.\u00a0 A pair of high heel shoes covered her feet.\u00a0 She wore red lipstick and heavy eye makeup but she had no jewelry except for her earrings.\u00a0 She smelled heavily of perfume, a lilac type scent.\u00a0 She approached me and hugged me in a friendly manner.<\/p>\n

\u201cHappy birthday, Will,\u201d she said enthusiastically.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m happy to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheila took me by the hand and we walked the few steps over to the bar.\u00a0 She poured both of us a glass of white wine from a bottle that was chilling in an ice bucket.\u00a0 She took a sip from her glass as she handed the other glass to me.\u00a0 I felt awkward in that I had never been allowed to drink alcohol.\u00a0 As I hesitated, I glanced at Uncle George who still had a big smile on his face.\u00a0 I suppose I was more or less asking for his permission.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead and enjoy your wine,\u201d he chuckled.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s your birthday, Will.\u00a0 The rules are a little different here.\u00a0 I want you to have a good time.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that confirmed, I took a sip of my drink.\u00a0 I had never tasted wine before.\u00a0 It had a pleasant taste, very much the type of taste that I had always anticipated.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll see you a little later,\u201d Sheila said to George.\u00a0 I saw her wink her eye at him as he smiled once more.\u00a0 Then, taking me again by one hand as I held my wine glass in the other, she led me through a doorway, out of the parlor and into the main area of the house.\u00a0 We walked past a closed door until we came to a wooden staircase.\u00a0 We walked up the stairs and entered the room that was located immediately across from the stairway.\u00a0 A dim light was already on.\u00a0 Once we were both in the room, Sheila closed the door behind us.\u00a0 She did not latch the door.<\/p>\n

By this time I fully understood where I was and what was going to soon happen.\u00a0 I had never been with a woman, of course, and I was extremely apprehensive.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t certain that I was ready for this yet or that I wanted to be there.\u00a0 What could I do?\u00a0 Uncle George had arranged this and I didn\u2019t want to embarrass him or disappoint him.\u00a0 I really wished that he had chosen to surprise me with a more mundane gift.<\/p>\n

As we stood inside the room, Sheila could sense my nervousness.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s sit down and drink some more wine,\u201d she suggested calmly.\u00a0 \u201cThere isn\u2019t a time clock here.\u00a0 We can take as much time as we need.\u201d<\/p>\n

We sat on the side of the bed for several minutes and chatted about insignificant things while drinking our wine.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know if it was the wine or the chance to sit and relax but I soon found that my nervousness had begun to subside somewhat.\u00a0 Although I was by no means eager or confident, I felt a little better about my unexpected situation.<\/p>\n

Sensing my change in demeanor, Sheila stood and lightly took me by the arm.\u00a0 She coaxed me to stand, too.\u00a0 We then walked to the bathroom located in the corner of the bedroom.\u00a0 Here, Sheila unbuttoned my shirt and pulled its tail out of my pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to take a quick shower, Will,\u201d she informed me.\u00a0 \u201cThere\u2019s a bath towel hanging on the wall for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need a shower,\u201d I replied.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m very clean.\u00a0 I took a shower after gym class this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cSorry.\u00a0 It\u2019s a house rule.\u00a0 Every guest needs to take a shower.\u00a0 No exceptions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Reluctantly I agreed and proceeded to take off my unbuttoned shirt followed by my shoes and socks.\u00a0 Sheila watched as I removed my remaining clothes.\u00a0 I felt extremely self-conscious.\u00a0 Except for my mother, I could not recall having ever been naked in front of a female.\u00a0 Mom hadn\u2019t seen me in quite some time.\u00a0 Sheila hung my clothes on the back of the bathroom door.\u00a0 Then, after turning on the water for me, she helped me into the shower stall and closed the glass door behind me.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake your time,\u201d she instructed me.\u00a0 \u201cWhen you\u2019re finished, you can come into the other room.\u00a0 I\u2019ll be waiting for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d I replied as I felt my apprehension and nervousness slowly beginning to return.<\/p>\n

Less than five minutes later, I finished my shower and dried myself with the bath towel.\u00a0 I hadn\u2019t washed my hair so it was still dry.\u00a0 As soon as I had wrapped the towel around my waist, I followed Sheila\u2019s instructions and reentered the bedroom.\u00a0 There I found her already in the bed with a white sheet covering her from her feet to just below her naked breasts.\u00a0 As I admired her chest, I truly believed that it was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen.\u00a0 Up to that point in my young life, it doubtlessly was.\u00a0 As I approached the bed, I realized that I had already become fully aroused.\u00a0 My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was becoming more labored.\u00a0 I could feel myself panting.<\/p>\n

Sheila smiled pleasantly at me with a kind and reassuring expression on her face.\u00a0 Without speaking, she gestured with her hand for me to come into the bed.\u00a0 On cue, I dropped the towel from around my waist and climbed in beside her.\u00a0 She immediately noticed my excited condition but didn\u2019t appear to be surprised.\u00a0 I certainly wasn\u2019t the first young guy she had had in her bed.\u00a0 My condition was probably quite normal under these circumstances.<\/p>\n

\u201cI appreciate your enthusiasm,\u201d she quipped as she perused my body.\u00a0 As my face blushed red with embarrassment, she smiled good-naturedly.\u00a0 Unexpectedly I began to laugh lightly and almost at once, I could feel the tension beginning to dissipate from within me.\u00a0 Sheila had known exactly how to settle me down.\u00a0 Although I was still apprehensive, I believed that I was perhaps about ready for the adventure ahead.<\/p>\n

Sheila reached out to me and gently rubbed my abdomen as she softly spoke to me.\u00a0 She told me to relax, follow her lead and enjoy myself.\u00a0 She promised me a wonderful time if I would do exactly that.\u00a0 Now that I had come this far, I decided that I needed to trust her.\u00a0 I wanted this evening to be a success.\u00a0 As she began to pull me closer to her, I was prepared to follow her directions and to do whatever she might tell me.\u00a0 Although I was obviously still nervous, I could feel excitement surging throughout my body.\u00a0 It was time to get started.<\/p>\n

Uncle George was sitting on a sofa speaking with a woman when Sheila and I returned to the parlor.\u00a0 He looked relaxed with a cocktail in his hand.\u00a0 Before putting on my clothes again, I had taken another shower upstairs while Sheila got dressed.\u00a0 Unlike my earlier shower, this time I had carefully scrubbed my body with soap and had washed my hair.\u00a0 My hair was combed but still damp as we approached my uncle.\u00a0 He looked at us with an amused expression on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d he asked, \u201chow did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think it was okay,\u201d I replied sheepishly while feeling my face blush slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay?\u201d Sheila asked.\u00a0 \u201cHe was much better than okay.\u00a0 He did very well, George.\u00a0 Will is quite the young man.\u00a0 He\u2019s got a promising future ahead of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Uncle George and I both laughed with Sheila over her comments.\u00a0 I had learned a lot that evening for sure.\u00a0 However, although I was pleased to have had the experience, I was now ready for it to be over.\u00a0 I had been raised in a good Christian family.\u00a0 Although I felt a certain sense of exhilaration and pride at what I had accomplished upstairs, I was already becoming burdened with guilt and shame at what I had done.\u00a0 There were too many conflicting emotions within me and I already knew that it would take some time for me to sort everything out.\u00a0 I continued to smile happily as I conversed with Uncle George and Sheila.\u00a0 Perhaps on Saturday, I would go to our church and speak in confidence with the youth pastor about this incident.\u00a0 Everything would be fine, I reassured myself.<\/p>\n

As we said good-bye to Sheila and prepared to head toward the door, I watched as my uncle reached into his shirt pocket and gave her some money.\u00a0 I have no idea how much money he gave her and I never asked.\u00a0 My evening with Sheila had been his gift to me and I felt that whatever it cost was none of my business.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks again, Sheila,\u201d Uncle George said to her.\u00a0 \u201cThis has been great.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure that Will is going to remember his birthday for a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still smiling, I politely nodded my head in agreement.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re very welcome, George,\u201d she replied.\u00a0 \u201cIt was my pleasure.\u00a0 Will is a nice young guy and I enjoyed meeting him.\u00a0 Please bring him back sometime.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll see,\u201d he said as he winked at me simultaneously.\u00a0 \u201cPerhaps I will.\u201d<\/p>\n

With that, we left the building and walked to my uncle\u2019s car.\u00a0 The weather was becoming cold. \u00a0As he drove me home, I was relieved that we discussed other topics besides my evening upstairs with Sheila.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t ask me to provide him with any details and I didn\u2019t volunteer any information.\u00a0\u00a0 He was satisfied in believing that he had provided me with a good time.\u00a0 That\u2019s all he cared to know.\u00a0 In the years that followed, neither of us ever mentioned that evening to each other or to anyone else.\u00a0 It always remained our secret.\u00a0 If his other nephews ever received this same gift, I never knew.\u00a0 If they had, none of them ever spoke to me about it.<\/p>\n

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\u201cUncle Will, did you hear me?\u201d asked Jake in a friendly tone, \u201cor are you ignoring me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry, Jake,\u201d I replied.\u00a0 \u201cI guess I was concentrating on the traffic.\u00a0 What did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said that it\u2019s been almost forty-five minutes.\u00a0 Are we almost there?\u201d<\/p>\n

I took just a few seconds to get my bearings.\u00a0 We were only a few blocks away from the house where my uncle had once taken me.\u00a0 I pictured young Jake with a glass of wine as a woman escorted him from the parlor into the main house.\u00a0 Somehow, I didn\u2019t think that he was ready for such an experience yet.\u00a0 In retrospect, I realized that I had had my first experience much too young.\u00a0 Jake needed to progress at his own pace and to select a time, place and partner of his own choosing.\u00a0 This was something that he would be able to do someday without me.<\/p>\n

We drove past the street where the house had been located.\u00a0 It appeared to be gone now, probably demolished in an urban renewal program.\u00a0 We continued to travel toward the east when I noticed the expression suddenly change on Jake\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI bet I know where we\u2019re going,\u201d he said confidently.\u00a0 As we were driving, he had been narrowing the possibilities in his mind.\u00a0 As we approached the downtown area, there appeared to be only one realistic possibility remaining.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, really,\u201d I replied.\u00a0 \u201cAnd where would that be?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going to the hockey game, aren\u2019t we?<\/p>\n

As I smiled at him, he realized that he had guessed correctly.\u00a0 Immediately, I pulled two tickets from my shirt pocket and handed them to him.\u00a0 Jake had a big grin on his face.\u00a0 He loved hockey but he seldom went to the stadium to watch it.\u00a0 We had good seats for that evening\u2019s game.\u00a0 The happiness and excitement in his eyes were priceless to me.\u00a0 I knew that I had made a good choice for him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Uncle Will,\u201d he said sincerely.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re the best.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHappy Birthday, Jake,\u201d I replied.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re a pretty good guy, too.<\/p>\n

As I pulled the car into the stadium parking lot, I wondered how long Jake might remember spending some of his fifteenth birthday with his uncle.\u00a0 I knew that some memories could last a very long time.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

Ralph S. Souders was born in Chicago and grew up in the suburban village of Riverside, Illinois.\u00a0 He graduated from the University of Central Florida with a degree in Business Administration with a major in Marketing.\u00a0 He is married and has one daughter.<\/p>\n

Since graduating from college, he has written a number of short stories as well as three novels. The first novel,\u00a0Hans Becker\u2019s Family,\u00a0was a self-published suspense thriller that takes place primarily in Munich, Germany.\u00a0 His second novel,\u00a0Ursula\u2019s Shadow,\u00a0is recently completed. A third novel,\u00a0Dead in the Water,\u00a0is virtually complete, undergoing some final editing and some minor rewriting.<\/p>\n

He is in the early stages of his fourth novel,\u00a0San Marcos.\u00a0\u00a0He expects to have it completed sometime next year. His website is www.ralphssouders.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cHi, Uncle Will.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, birthday boy,\u201d I responded teasingly. \u201cAre you having a good day?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I really am. Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jake is not actually my nephew. He\u2019s the son of my cousin, Tom. Since Tom and I were close as kids and remained so into adulthood, Jake always thought of me as an uncle and he addressed me accordingly. That was fine with me. He seemed to be more of a nephew to me than a second cousin. We had seen a lot of each other through the years.<\/p>\n

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