Little Bed Wetting Ben Scene 90

The heavy eight-inch thick banister had been side-sculpted in a succession of Roman Ogee curves of decreasing radii by repeatedly running the unfinished timber through an industrial molding machine before it was assembled, sanded and stained. The result was a wide piece of polished dark red wood that had no sharp edges and swept majestically from the second floor landing to end in a nautilus-style Archimedes spiral at it’s terminus on the first floor, making it the perfect slide for a little boy’s bottom. “Ohh, what the heck!”, Thomas thought to himself, “Why not? As long as I’m the size of a little boy I might as well partake of a boy’s pleasures! It’s been thirty years since I slid down this banister. It’s high time I did it again! Mother’s in the kitchen and will never know that I did it!”