The Adjustment Stage

There's a doughnut shop on my way to the office. It's run by a smiling Asian lady whose two kids help before school. Most days I run in and get an éclair and a cup of coffee. Been stopping there for years. The girl was already helping mama when she was just a toddler. Then the boy came along and I've watched him grow from a baby in a playpen to a fast-working young guy who almost runs the shop by himself. I'm not good at estimating ages, but he must be around 13 now.


This past winter he's been wearing tight stretch pants. They are so form-fitting that his legs look like the pants have been painted on. But it's not the legs that attract attention.




He is suddenly at the "adjustment" stage. He never touches his package when facing customers, but it's obvious that he moves his junk around while turned toward the back room. He is just the most polite and efficient little dude, now in the early days of discovering himself. Occasionally, just ever so often, there's a noticeable lump in those pants.




I hope he is enjoying his assets like I used to do.




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