Pee for Charlie

The church widows were rattled by laughter and the church bell clanged once.

"That bell is Alice telling me to cut it short. I'm not giving away secrets here but you joggers in the know will always remember how Alice made it something of an institution to be asked to join in to pee for Charlie. At 10:00 tomorrow morning two of Alice's original joggers on the lake track and I will be taking an urn to Point Pee and spreading her ashes there. We ask that only genuine joggers make the journey with us out to Point Pee in the morning. Farewell lovely lady."

The sobbing continued as the mourners rose to sing the hymn, "Abide with Me."

Charlie knew what he had to do. Gwen accepted his invitation to stay with him and he then went to a sign writer's workshop and had a big sign that said Point Pee and another sign to be placed down below Patty Duke's drinks trailer.

Next morning was Saturday. From around 8:00 women began gathering to make the jog. They looked at the new notice and smiled. The track was now called, unofficially presumably, 'The Alice Owens Memorial Jogger's Track Via Point Pee.'

A Police escort was necessary to get Charlie, Gwen and Madeline through the crowd to the start. The media photographed those three leaders and the smiling Police Inspector in charge standing under the new sign.

Self-appointed female marshalls told male would-be runners if they wanted to run today they'd be started half an hour behind the last woman off. The guys' partners warned them to cooperate."

"Run orderly girls and take appropriate action if anyone falls," called the self-appointed official starter to the estimated five and a half thousand women lining up behind Charlie and his girls.

The Anglican Church bell sounded once and the runners began.

Charlie set the pace at a slower 4 mph in the interest of safety.

At Point Pee he scattered Alice's ashes and when he emerged with Gwen and Madeline drying their eyes Charlie found lines of women runners on the other side of the rack, squatting three deep, waiting to pee for him. He started at the beginning of the line and strode alone the length clapping and smiling hugely and on parade was more pussy at any one time in recorded history than any other man before him had ever seen.

It was something he'd never forget and all those women would also remember it because it was simply a magical send-off for Alice.

But then the glitz faded for Charlie. The women ran off and then he was told to wait for the men to arrive. More than 2000 of them lined up and chorused, "Pee for Charlie" and pulled out their dicks and urinated. Charlie could have killed Madeline for coming up with that idea.

He returned to town and went to the office of Alice's lawyer with Gwen who explained Alice had appointed Gwen as executor of her estate.

Charlie sat in shock as he learned that he was Alice's sole beneficiary and she'd bequeathed her lakefront cottage to him and everything else she had left. The lawyer estimated that Charlie would receive almost $3 million in cash when everything was finalized.

Charlie scratched at dandruff, "But Alice and her husband came off their small farm because it was no longer economic?"

"That's true Charlie," Alice said, "379,000 acres is scarcely small but in that arid territory it wasn't large enough any longer to farm economically and the neighboring sheep station owners had a bidding war to secure that land because it had some good deep water resources."

"I want to give at good chunk of that money away."

"Alice thought you would Charlie but has made no requests. When you are ready give my a call and I'll return here and help you work through your wishes."

Charlie thought nothing further could happen for him but it did.

* * *

The chairman of the Shire Council's sports and recreation committee saw no reason why the full council would not rename the track the Alice Owens Memorial Track if Charlie agreed to donate his proposed $50,000 to have the 8-mile track upgraded including guard rails erected on dangerous sections.

He was delighted about that and the next day when the women had peed for him he announced that information and they were highly delighted and made him pee for them.

Then on Saturday afternoon he was at Lake Watt Mall when he met Madeline whom he'd not seen since the funeral. He kissed her and said her tits looked great and she announced proudly they were almost back to pre-pregnancy size.

"God I wish my husband could talk to me as easily as you do Charlie."

"My mom never taught me to be shy," he said, and they grinned.

He went to pick up Mandy but Madeline said, "Grandma is visiting us and with the extra activity around the house Mandy missed her morning sleep and is scratchy as my ass."

"Oh tell me when you want it scratched," Charlie grinned and he noticed a good looking woman arriving beside the laughing Madeline and looking liked she was ready to screw his neck.

Charlie undid the straps to release Mandy and held her above his head and cooed, "Hi Randy Mandy I can see you are going to be beautiful like you mummy and probably you'll have great tits like hers."

"How dare you, you scum. Put down my granddaughter and bugger off. I ought to call the cops to run you in for child corruption."

"Mum please, this is Charlie Walters."

"I don't care a fuck... um did you say Charlie Walters, the guy women line up to allow him to watch them pee?"

"Yes he does that but he's also the guy who really likes females and is always first to call on them with fruit and flowers if they've turned and ankle or wrenched a knee or pulled a lig."

The woman, presumably Madeline's mother, smiled and became all chummy instead of acting like a snake in a chook house.

"Oh hi Charlie, I understand you are becoming a legend around these parts, getting women back into running when they'd lazily thought they'd finished with exercise and even assisting women to kick depression, I gather partly because of the novelty of peeing for you despite knowing their moms would half kill them if they were found out."

"Yeah I've seen so many peeing pussies I wake up from nightmares I'm drowning."

The woman laughed and said, "Introduce me Madeline."

"Oh Charlie this is mom."

"Hi mom. You have great tits for an older woman."

"Oh god what you have told me about this man is true," said the mom. He just does it without knowing he does it."

"Without knowing what?"

"Never mind Charlie. I'm Nova White, Madeline's mom."

"Great name and although you sound a little bossy I think you probably are quite cute."

"Omigod, hands off me mom Charlie. She doesn't run and I'm sure she doesn't pee and I'm sure she hasn't had sex for twenty years."

"Please excuse my hysterical daughter Charlie. Come for coffee and bring Mandy with you. You appear very good with chicks. Run along dear, you have shopping to do."

"What shopping?"

"This way Charlie," Nova said, taking his arm. "You know until know I was under the impression the last exciting man in Australia who could even remotely appeal to me had died. Do you have regular medical checks?"

Omigod, Madeline smiled, looking at the retreating couple fondly and thinking how well they looked together. Her mom claimed she still really enjoyed sex when she managed to get it. Her mom should ask Charlie how much money he had and would get a huge shock if said because that was one thing Madeline had not told her about Charlie.

THE END