Mrs. Rosen Was My Sex Ed Teacher,

Growing up in a small house with three sisters, my mother took in ironing, our father was a postman, we were poor 'but didn't know it'. One woman who brought her husband's shirts to be ironed insisted that I do it, she liked how I left the collars and shirt cuffs. One day she asked my mother if I could help her after school with the laundry, she had five boys and the jeans and gym clothes were getting too much for her. My mother sent me in a menstrual pad in case any boy got strange ideas.

I became real close to Mrs. Rosen, I learned they were Jewish, her husband owned the Savings and Loan in Town. She told me all about their holidays, and that all her boys were circumcised? Nothing better than a pretty pipi, she couldn't understand how gentile women wanted a filthy man getting her pregnant. Remember, I was fourteen. She showed me how to bake, of course she had a double oven. How to make beds, the way they did in the army. All her boys had their own bed, we slept in one bed in the children's bedroom. Good thing there weren't any pipis, right Andy? She called me Andy, my name is Andrea.

I presume you've had your period? It's the sign you're a woman. No pipis, you'll get pregnant. One day she told me she wanted me to know something. She showed me the towel she put under her older boy to sleep on. That's his seed. Boys will be boys, we're lucky we are girls, Do you think one day you will like a pipi? It drives you crazy how you want it, then you end up with five kids. Look at your mother, four girls. I couldn't sleep at night knowing the boy is already out there who's going to 'fuck' them. You do know about fucking?

Mrs. Rosen was my sex ed teacher, and what I learned I taught my sisters. I did what I was told and waited until after high school to let 'some' sob fuck me.