The door was partially ajar, and he could hear, rather than see his mother softly crooning to Crystal Gayle's, "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue?". which played on the kitchen radio. He mother loved Crystal Gayle, and went to all her concerts.
The song ended, and his mother called out,
"Myron are you being a good boy?"
"Yes. mama," he replied.
Soon his mother completed her bath, told him to close his eyes as she stepped out of the tub. This was a ritual she enjoyed twice a week. She said it made her feel like a queen, like Cleopatra, who was known to have exquisite skin. The baths must have worked too. Everyone commented on mama's beautifully soft, milky white skin. When asked what she used on her skin, she'd always smile and say it a secret shared between queens. Then she'd giggle! My daddy doted on mama, but he'd raise the roof, about "wasting" so much milk. She'd try to explain that it wasn't real milk, but the powdered kind. diluted with water. I don't think daddy believed her. She offered to show him the powdered milk box,more than once, but he never wanted to see it. I suppose his mind was made up, he though he knew what he knew.
Myron rested his gangling arms on the sides of the tub, slid back under the milk water and blew more bubbles. At 6'3, he was a sight to behold, all arms, legs and angles. He could barely fit into the race cars. Mama would have been proud, he thought. To know that something good at come out of his love of cars. She'd fussed daily, and tell him the only possession he'd ever have would be a car. She was partially right. He did own a car, - well, several actually. And love cars though he did, even he never imagined himself on the race car circuit. If only his buds could see him now. That would be a hoot!!
He heard the front door open downstairs. Heck, his fiancee, Monica was home, a lot sooner than expected. He had to get outta the tub, drain it, and towel off, quickly! Monica usually commented that his skin was as smooth as a baby's behind. He chuckled. despite working feverishly to clean things up. If she only knew the truth! Maybe one day, he'd tell her about his softer, more sensitive side. Women were supposed to like that in a man right? But for now, it would remain a secret, between him and two queens!