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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 178
sooner thought then done, I developed what‟s known as a “hard-onus erectus”. That cute
li‟l feller just stood right up straight and said, “Howdy!”, just as proud as you please. As
I watched him pop up, “The Soldier” grew another inch while he was in her sexy little
hand.
That trainee was about to have more to clean up than she thought. Either a
discharge from “The Soldier”, or I was gonna shit the pants I wasn‟t wearing from pure
embarrassment. That is, until a real pro saved the day. Mrs. Skehan pulled a pencil from
behind her left ear, out of all that long chestnut hair she kept pinned up behind her head.
She leaned forward and gently whacked “The Soldier” with it, saying, “You stop that.”
Like a sentry felled by a sniper, he flopped onto my belly and shrank away to
nothing in only seconds. Mrs. Skehan never said a word, and her facial expression was
as if nothing ever happened. She glanced at the trainee and said, “Continue.”
Damn, she‟s good!
Two of the trainees became what I‟d dare call “special friends”. I can be a very
likable guy, on a good day, with the wind hitting me just so. Oddly enough, although I
haven‟t shown any of it to you, I also have a dry sense of humor. I‟ve been known to be
funny, but only on the days that end in “y”.
Two trainees, a blonde and a brunette, used to come sit with me at times after
visiting hours ended at eight. We‟d talk, laugh and joke, and share information about
ourselves. Sometimes they‟d come as a pair, sometimes only one would show up. They
visited me two or three times per week. I was sixteen, they were anywhere from a
minimum of nineteen to maybe as old as twenty-five. Hard tellin‟, especially when
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