Uncle Pete

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Uncle Pete was one of the inhabitants of the village I lived in. I had grown up in a family where first names were only ever used, but as everyone in town referred to him as Uncle Pete, I simply followed suit. Uncle Pete was a pleasant man in his early seventies, and manufactured the most beautiful fire stokers made of wood and metal. He had also played in the village?s local band several years before, as the piano accordionist. Unlike the other male residents of the village, he only stood five feet eight inches tall. Most men in the area were over six feet tall and I always needed to look upwards, when I engaged them in conversation.The first time I saw Uncle Pete he and another old guy, performed two special requests with the local band at a dance. A month or so later, I was properly introduced to him when he hand delivered one of his fire stokers to a isvecbahis (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) man at the town?s pub. I was blown away by the object and immediately ordered one from him. A month or so later, he delivered my fire stoker and I happily paid him for the masterpiece. Although I saw him coming and going from the shop across the road, I did not personally encounter him again, until two months later.Uncle Pete arrived at my gallery one morning, in search of a favour. He asked me if I would type a letter for him. Assuming that it was a business letter of sorts, I was surprised to find that he wanted me to write a letter from him to his grandson? from Santa Claus. Uncle Pete went on to tell me that although his grandson was twenty-four, due to a birth defect he only had the mentality of a six year old boy. This grandson lived with Uncle Pete and his wife, and had apparently isveçbahis giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) taken to stealing all the biscuits in their house. Uncle Pete felt that a stern letter from Santa Claus might solve their problem, especially with the upcoming Christmas season upon us. I wrote the ?Santa is watching you? letter for him and Uncle Pete left happy, a short while later. I must admit, that I laughed about this for many days afterward.A month later, Uncle Pete once again arrived at the gallery. He was constructing a wooden tractor for another grandchild and asked me to Google a famous make of tractor. He wanted me to print a picture of the dashboard of the tractor, so that he could replicate it. I pulled up a chair for him next to mine and invited him to take a seat at the computer. As he sat down he moved his chair slightly away from me, before isveçbahis yeni giriş (https://isvecbahisguncel.com/) saying, ?I don?t want to sit to close to you.? Supposing that it may be a homophobic gesture of sorts a flash of annoyance went through my mind.Uncle Pete then shyly repeated, ?I don?t want to sit too close to you, because whenever I?m near you, I always feel like touching you.? I was totally gobsmacked! The admission that then followed blew me away even further; Uncle Pete then told that many decades before, in the early nineteen-seventies, he had worked for a boss who demanded sex from him. Although both of them were married men, their relationship endured for two years. In a conspiratorial fashion he informed me that he had grown up in a strict family where you always obeyed your parents. This culture had naturally spilt over into adult life, where one simply did as your boss instructed. Though initially reluctant, he admitted that he developed a rubber arm rather quickly and soon began to look forward to their encounters. I was completely floored!After his revelation he gingerly moved his hand onto my knee.