It was 1993 when I was a few weeks short of being 14 that I got involved in a job, with my mothers permission, to take care of a man who was suppose to have many different ailments. My father was always a deadbeat dad and my mom struggled with bills and had two jobs herself to support me and my sister who was 12 at the time. My mother even went to see this guy first who was bedridden most of the time. She was told he had bone and muscle problems, hard of hearing and along with a variety of other conditions never telling my mother the full extent of them. I was a big girl at that age, not fat, but tall and muscular, also smart in school so my mother wasn't worried since the man although only 42 was short and skinny. My mother actually felt sorry for him and knew he could only get around using a walker for support. It was only a part time job where he could pay me $90 a week for working 6 pm to 8:30 pm on Tuesday and Thursdays and Noon to 5 pm on Saturdays. The first time I met Warren my mother went with me and he was sitting in a chair wearing PJ's and a bathrobe and had round dark sunglasses on mentioning his eyes were sensitive to light. The following week is when I started on a Tuesday night and it was convenient since he only lived two blocks away from my house. He lived on the first floor saying his sister lived upstairs. The first floor was kind of weird because the first room was the living room then the kitchen and then his bedroom which had a hospital bed and a bathroom in it. He had an intercom at the front door and buzzed me in after asking who was there. When I went in and into his bedroom he was in the bed and had a hospital gown on. He just told me he wore them most of the time because it was easier for him to access the bathroom. At that time is when I began hearing how his sister took care of him most of the time and that she left a list for me in the kitchen explaining how to care for Warren. The first thing was to warm up his meals which were already prepared for him and just generally clean up. As I read down the list it also mentioned how to help get him to the bathroom and assist getting him into the shower and where all the towels and bed clothes were kept. I doubted even then that my mother was aware of the bathroom part of this job but I never said anything or refused doing it because I needed the money. After he eat his dinner he had me help him get to the bathroom and all I did was hold his arm as he walked with the support of the walker. Once I got him to the door he went in alone but that was the first time I saw his ass since the back of the gown is wide open. I waited till he was done then helped him back to the bed not knowing what was next. It was almost 7:30 when he said it was time for his shower and I knew I was suppose to get him a towel and a clean gown from the bathroom closet. As I got him to the bathroom all he kept saying is how embarrassing this was to him and how ashamed he was of me seeing him like this. There was no tub in the shower but only a stall shower with a glass door and inside was a bench at the back. All he said was to get him on the seat and the next thing I knew he dropped the gown on the floor and stood there naked with me holding his arm. He was almost crying and again just repeating how embarrassed he was and I wasn't sure how to react to this naked man. Once he sat down I tried to leave the room but he just said he needed me to adjust the water for him. As I did he also had me put the walker inside the shower as he stood up telling me he wouldn't be long and standing up naked in front of me. It was the first time I ever saw a man naked and the first time I ever saw a mans penis. He began washing himself and just said he would call me when he was done.

I left the bathroom and couldn't believe what I had just gone through and as much as he said it embarrassed him it also embarrassed me. He showered for about ten minutes and called me to come back into the bathroom. When I went in he was sitting on the bench inside the shower and asked me to dry off the walker which I did. Then I had to help him stand up, still naked and give him a towel. As he got to the walker he just stood there and handed the towel to me and then I realized he expected me to dry him off with it. He kept saying he was sorry and how humiliating it was for him and said he hoped I didn't mind taking care of him. I dried the back of him first and he turned slightly facing me and at first I didn't know what to do and was shaking. As I dried his chest and stomach he spread his legs out and as much as I tried not to blush began drying between his legs knowing I was touching his penis and testicles. He held his foot up a little as I dried his legs and feet and his genitals were right in front of my face. After I finally got the gown on him I took him back to his bed and he just thanked me, told me he was embarrassed again and said I could go home now. Once outside I don't know what came over me but I began to laugh still not fully aware of what I had just experienced. When I got home my mom was at the store and when she came home asked me how things went with my new job. I just didn't tell her how I saw Warren naked and only said how I got his dinner and cleaned up. I thought about telling her but if I did I was sure she wouldn't want me to keep doing it. That Thursday and the next week or so were almost the same and although Warren was thin he really had no abnormalities on his body. He continued telling me how he was embarrassed especially when he was completely naked in front of me and always would say how he appreciated me helping him. Each time I went his sister would leave a note telling me what to feed him and other needs he had including the bathroom. I kept getting a note each time from his sister but never met her. The notes were well written and she always thanked me telling me how caring for such a handicapped person was such a burden and how she appreciated having me help her. The notes were always in the kitchen and often she would leave an extra $10. Warren talked to me a lot and he also thanked me all the time and told me how he couldn't help feeling so embarrassed when not having anything on. The only time I saw him without the dark glasses is when he was in the shower and as much as he complained about muscle pain his body seemed normal. I never told my mom how I see him naked all the time and as much as it bothered me at first the more I saw him naked the less it bothered me. About a month went by and it was a Saturday when I took Warren in for his shower and as he stood to hold onto the walker he had an erection. Now I was only 14 but I wasn't stupid and knew what and erection was by that time. He saw me looking at it and right away began to say how sorry and how humiliating it was for me to see him like that. I didn't know what to say and just said it was alright and that I didn't mind. I walked out of the bathroom then and left him to shower but my curiosity got to me and when I peeked in at him he was masturbating. When he called me back in I didn't say anything and just dried him off as I usually did. One I got him back in his bed I for some reason decided to confront him about it telling him I saw him masturbating. He lowered his head and I think trying to cry and telling me he was sorry I saw him and that he did it because he has no sex life. As usual he told me over and over how embarrassing things are and even worse now that I saw him jerking off. He was so pathetic and phony with his so called humiliation I almost laughed at him. By that time I had seen him naked so many times I doubted if he was embarrassed anymore and began to realize he liked me seeing him naked. I'm not sure how I said it but just told him to stop whining about being embarrassed all the time.

From that time on for the next almost two years I saw Warren masturbate many times and would watch him from outside the bathroom. I am sure he knew when I watched him and many times I told him I did which seemed to please him even though he would tell me it embarrassed him. I began thinking that Warren really wasn't sick and was faking all the ailments he had. After all there was no signs his body had anything wrong, his penis and testicles looked normal and he had no problem getting erections. It was obvious he liked masturbating and I'm sure he enjoyed being naked in front of me even though he denied it. I just had a feeling he was faking it for the longest time. All the sudden he began to fall every time he stood up and one Thursday night he passed out in the bathroom and I couldn't get him up or awake. I still at that time never met Warrens sister but did know her phone number was in his dresser drawer. I called 911 first then his sister who met us at the hospital. He was in intensive care for almost two weeks before he died and it was because of some type of bone cancer that I can't spell or pronounce. I think about him still today and wish I could have done more to make him happy. I don't mean by sex but I could have been a lot nicer to him than I was. For a long time I questioned his illness and didn't realize how bad he was. I found out from his sister that he had been sick for 5 years and unable to walk without help for a long time. I never did tell my mother how I saw him naked each time I was there and never told his sister how I watched him masturbate often. I am glad now that I told Warren I watched him because I am sure it aroused him knowing he had an audience.