Unexpectedly, Milo - Matthew Dicks [14]
“Porn?” Milo asked. “Are you serious? How did you manage to find that? You can’t even read the newspaper with those eyes.” Though Milo had set the computer’s resolution at the smallest possible, thus making the text on websites and other programs quite large, he was sure that it was still quite difficult for Mr. Friedman to read for any length of time. He had expected the computer to be a minor diversion and nothing more for an old man with failing eyesight.
“It wasn’t hard, kid,” Arthur said with a grin. “It may give me a headache like you wouldn’t believe, but I can still make out the print when I need to. As soon as you left, I searched for big tits in the Google and found more tits than I’ve seen in my life. Good ones too. And that was just the beginning.”
“I can imagine,” Milo said, thankful that Arthur Friedman didn’t have children to whom he would have to answer.
“There’s more sex on that Internet than you can shake a stick at. And they have videos too. I saw girls having sex with guys, girls having sex with girls. You name it and I saw it. There were even a few things that I wish I had never seen. Some of it’s free, but you have to pay for the good stuff.”
“You paid for porn?”
“Don’t worry. I did my research. I signed up for two of them websites. Less than fifty bucks a month for the both of them. Hell, I’m spending almost that much for cable every month, and that’s just for Andy Griffith reruns and Sox games. This Internet is a hell of a lot better than some black-and-white sitcoms.”
Milo was afraid to ask, but since he had brought the computer into the house and introduced his elderly client to the world of online porn, he felt he must. “So how does Viagra fit in to this?”
“What do you think? After watching all this sex, I need to relieve myself. But I’m not always properly equipped to do so. So I got myself some Viagra. My doc thinks it’s a great idea. A stress reducer, he said.”
“You told your doctor about the porn?” Milo asked, dreading the details.
“Look, Milo, you can lie to your parents and your friends and even your wife if you want, but you don’t lie to your doctor.”
“Right.”
“Do you want to see the websites that I subscribed to?” he asked.
“No, thank you,” Milo said as quickly as possible. If given half a chance, he knew that his client would revel in the opportunity to have Milo watch pornography with him each week.
“Are you sure?”
“Plenty,” Milo shot back. “And can we agree to never discuss this again?”
“You bet, kid,” Arthur Friedman had said. But that turned out to be a lie. Ever since that day more than a year ago, his client had somehow managed to inject the subject of pornography or masturbation into every one of Milo’s visits. On days like today, when Milo delivered Viagra to his client, it was especially easy.
“Want me to put that in the dishwasher?” Milo asked, gesturing to the nearly empty bowl of oatmeal. Though Milo’s job did not technically require him to act as housekeeper, he never minded helping out clients who didn’t expect it from him and appreciated his efforts.
“Thanks. What’s on tap for today?”
“Something a little different, if you don’t mind,” Milo answered. “I just came from the ophthalmologist, and I’m not supposed to strain my eyes for at least six hours. So I was wondering if you could read to me today.”
“What’s wrong with your eyes?”
“Hopefully nothing, but they’ve been dry lately. The doctor wanted to be sure that I was producing enough tears, so he ran some tests. He put some chemicals in my eyes, so I’m supposed to take it easy.”
“Well, you know how bad my eyes are,” Arthur Friedman said. “Hell, why did you bother coming over today if you knew