Free Pin by Andrew Neiderman

she nibbled on her food like a squirrel.
    â€œShe even holds it like a squirrel. All she eats is nuts and fruits.”
    â€œYou’ll have to invite her to dinner one night,” Pin said. I laughed.
    Actually, we invited very few people to our house. Aside from an occasional salesman and some kids selling cookies or magazines, people rarely came to our door. The first year after mother and father died, I used to have kids over on weekends, but gradually they stopped coming and I stopped asking them. Ursula withdrew completely. I don’t know how she finished her last year in high school. She was absent so much. I once asked Pin if he minded our lack of company.
    â€œI suppose you were used to something entirely different over there in father’s office. There were people coming and going all day long.”
    â€œIt’s a change, but it’s not a bad change. I’ve grown to like our privacy,” he said. “Besides, the only people who came over there were people with troubles of one sort or another. The more people you know, the more trouble you learn about.”
    I think he meant it, although sometimes I wondered if he wasn’t just saying it for my benefit. He was right about people bringing their troubles, though. One afternoon, not long after the funeral, I brought Marcia Matterson home with me. Ursula was still in school and I thought it was a good opportunity to get a piece of what Marcia was so charitably giving out. The doctor had told us about nymphomaniacs, but I couldn’t imagine one until I met Marcia. She had absolutely no concern aboutwhom she was with or how often she was with someone. Although she was heavy in the hips, she had a reasonably attractive face and very big breasts—enormous ones, in fact. I had a secret desire to weigh one, betting with myself that they weighed at least ten pounds apiece. I gave her a highball, although it really wasn’t necessary to pump her full of booze first. She was quite prepared to hop right into bed with me.
    Pin was sitting in the corner of the living room in the shadows. He liked sitting in the shadows because he said it put him in a pensive mood. Sometimes I would sit in the opposite corner in the shadows and think too. I didn’t introduce Marcia to him when we first came in. I really didn’t think he wanted to meet her anyhow. Pin was really a little prudish when I think about it. He could also be very bashful and clam right up. That would get very embarrassing and uncomfortable for all present.
    So Marcia and I went upstairs to my room. She drank her drink very quickly and we embraced on my bed. We were fully clothed and for the first ten or fifteen minutes, I just squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck. I really wasn’t convinced myself that I was going to have intercourse. (I really wanted to say screw or fuck, but the doctor’s influence lasted long after his death.) In any case, though, she was positive about what she wanted. She grew very impatient with me and undressed herself. I sat there watching her struggle to get that sweater over her head. Her breasts, freed of the bra, fell with relief onto her. I leaned forward and gently lifted one with the palm of my right hand. I bounced it softly, as if weighing it. She smiled and moaned and pursed her lips.
    Somehow she turned me off. I don’t really know why I suddenly felt that way. Perhaps I was just turned off by her gross body. For the first time, I noticed that there were little dark hairs growing over her lower lip. That bothered me, I know. She unzipped her skirt and then looked at me in anticipation. I was just sitting there, staring blankly at her naked bosom.
    â€œWell?”
    â€œShh,” I said. “I think I heard Pin.”
    â€œWho?”
    â€œPin. He’s downstairs. He didn’t see us come in.”
    â€œWho’s Pin?”
    â€œHe lives with us. Shh.” She sat there, completely quiet, with this most