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Reijers World: We’re gonna make you our little slut

by Reijer Breed in Columns & Opinions , 15 maart 2017


“Wanna go to my place later?” Paul whispered in my ear. We were at the Amstel Taveerne. “It is ten o’clock, and Wim is probably at home now.” I was fascinated by Paul’s large moustache. It was also obvious he was going to the gym regularly. At precisely that time, we got some more beers.

Two men at the opposite end of the bar were smiling at us, and sometime later, Paul was talking to them. They re-joined me, and Paul introduced them to me. They were Richard and John from London. After some more beers, we went over to Paul and Wim’s apartment on the Utrechtsestraat. Richard wrapped his arm around me. He gave me a mischievous wink and said: “We’re gonna make you our little slut.”

It was an hour-and-a-half drive from Wormerveer to the village Anna Paulowna. My father and mother were in the front of the car. My two sisters and I in the back. My grandfather, grandmother, and uncle Izaak were waiting for us. They lived on the Nieuwenweg in two small worker’s houses. Next door, Bep and Piet lived. Behind the kitchen window, my uncle was working on the coffee.

My grandmother was on the couch in the living room and waved her handkerchief to greet us. My grandfather came outside to open the little gate. After coffee, my father and I accompanied my grandfather into the garden. He was growing vegetables and potatoes. He pulled some carrots from the soil of the vegetable garden. He wiped off the dirt and gave them to us. They were delicious. It was extremely hot outside.

Wim was reading a book, and I was on the couch. There was a bottle of wine in front of him on the coffee table. He was surprised when we entered the flat. Richard and John shook hands with Wim, and Paul got some more beers. Richard was telling us that they owned a bookstore in London. “It is going really well lately, so it was time for a weekend in Amsterdam.” “Don’t you think it’s time to go into the bedroom?” Paul asked. We nodded and went upstairs. We got undressed and jumped into a giant king size bed. Before long, there were hands all over my body. I was completely coated with slippery oil. “Come here, and put your legs up in the air,” Richard ordered. I was used by all four men.

Uncle Izaak was a great cook. The entire table was full. Potatoes, vegetables from the garden and pans full of meat. It needed to be “a lot.” It was a post-war response. “Is there enough,” my grandmother asked me. So I replied: “Certainly, grandmother. There is plenty.” A bowl of pudding followed. We all went to bed after our tea. My parents, uncle, grandfather and sisters were sleeping upstairs. Up some small stairs and through a hatch. My grandmother slept in the box bed. Behind the kitchen was another small room. That is where I slept. I heard something outside and slightly pushed the curtain aside. There, I saw Piet raking the garden in his small swimming trunks. He was working as a farmer’s help and had a lot of muscles. My heart was pounding in my throat. He was gorgeous. My hand disappeared in my underwear. I couldn’t sleep any more.

After our afternoon nap we drank some tea and my grandfather played a record. He loved Tom Manders. He was performing as the vagabond Dorus in a TV show. We all sang along.

DorusEr wonen twee motten in mijn ouwe jas
En die twee motten die wonen er pas
Je raakt gewoonweg van je stuk
Als je dat ziet dat pril geluk
Hij vreet mijn hele jas kapot
Alleen voor haar die dot van een mot
Ik noem haar Charlotte
En hem noem ik Bas
Die dotten van motten
In mijn ouwe jas


(There are living two moths in my old coat / And these moths they’re living there only just / You just lose your head / When you see that budding happiness / He devours all of my coat to pieces / Only for her, that darling of a moth / I call her Charlotte / And him I’ll call Bas / Those darlings of moths / In my old coat)

On the Utrechtsestraat Wim took me to the bathroom after the sex was over. He covered me in soap and hosed me down. Richard and John invited me to come to London. And four weeks later, I was walking through the capital of Great Britain with them.



 







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