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Okay, it wasn't that bad. But for Jennifer, it was
pretty scary at first. As a renowned
anthropologist, she was leading a small
expedition team to a cold mountainous area to
study an indigenous tribe.
Her son, Sean, had come along too as an 'assistant,' since he was a
college student majoring in the same field.
It had all been going well until Sean had
accidentally been poked by a mildly poisonous
plant. One that was rare, but with only a tepid
reaction. Sure, as a mother, Jennifer had overreacted
and was mortified beyond belief. But as it
turned out, it wasn't so bad. Sean quickly
recovered and seemed fine. The real bright
side to this (at least for Jennifer) was that she
got to witness firsthand the medical abilities of the small tribe. Their healer was glad to work
her techniques on Sean, and Jennifer was
happy to observe.
As they gathered in the small hut with a local
translator, Jennifer marveled as this elderly
healer mixed a concoction of exotic leaves and herbs, grinding them up in a small stone bowl
until it was paste.
The translator deciphered the healer's words:
"She says this will help rejuvenate his vitality."
Jennifer smiled, "What is it?"
The translator deciphered the elderly healer's words once again, explaining that it's locally
grown herbs and flowers gathered before the
icy season.
As Jennifer listened attentively, her
anthropological side was on full alert. To her,
this was pure gold; this was what the trip was all about.
"Interesting, isn't it?" Jennifer asked her son.
"Sure is," he replied.
The healer continued speaking and the
translator explained: "She says this will restore
your son to full health." Sean's eyes widened at the sight of the mixture
in its final form. Really, who could blame him?
The mixture looked like meshed green paste
and it had a strong pungent which filled the
room with its powerful aroma.
The healer spoke again through the translator: "She says this must be taken twice a day. Not
just for the poisonous plant, but for overall
health. Basically, she thinks your son is a
strapping young man and she wants to give
him a gift that nature has to offer."
Jennifer's eyes lit up. "Give it a try, Sean. I'm curious to see what it'll do."
"Why don't you try it?" he slightly resisted,
fighting the urge to be rude in front of the
healer.
"It's being offered to you. Not me."
The translator added that the mixture, whatever it was, is purely a concoction for
male treatment, although the translator didn't
know why.
"I guess so," Sean relented.
"It can't be that bad. The people around here
have been using it for centuries. It's safe. It'll be a new learning experience."
"If I feel amazing, I'll let you know," he joked.
The tribal healer and the translator continued
their dialogue: "She says that the body must be
warm during the treatment. You two must
sleep together for body heat as a storm is coming."
Jennifer and her son immediately locked eyes,
and she was the first to crack a smile.
"Looks like this trip has gotten a lot more
interesting," she quipped. "Are we doing this in
your tent or mine?" Sean blushed, "My tent I guess, since I'm the
one being experimented on."
"As you wish. Whatever makes you more
comfortable."
When the tribal healer spoke again, the
translator spoke back and they engaged in a dialogue. It was like the translator couldn't
believe what he was hearing.
Finally, the translator delivered the message:
"She says that Sean must expose his penis in
order to apply the medicine."
Jennifer locked eyes with her son again. This time, they were both totally shocked by what
they had just been told.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.
The translator engaged in more dialogue with
the healer, and the answer was the same.
"Why his penis though?" she asked again. Apparently it was necessary for Sean's penis to
be exposed because Sean had been poked by
the toxic plant near his waist, while leaning
against the rocks. The easiest route of entry for
the medicine would be around his crotch and
penis, so that the medicine could be absorbed by the skin and flow to the troubled spot far
easier.
While this was being explained, there was
nothing but awkwardness between Jennifer
and Sean, who remained speechless.
"Sean can just apply it himself," Jennifer said to the translator. "He's a smart person. He can
follow instructions well."
The translator asked the healer and deciphered
the answer: "She says that she must do it. It
must be applied in a special way. Then she will
teach you how to do it for him in the next few days."
"Me?"
The awkwardness went to the next level when
the translator confirmed that she would be
expected to continue this treatment, whatever
it was, with her own son. Jennifer turned to her son and gave a half
shrug. "What do you think? It certainly sounds
like an interesting learning experience for us."
"Really?" he replied, trying to keep his tone
polite. "The healer wants me to expose my
penis in front of everyone." "Not everyone. We're in a private hut."
"But you're..."
"I'm your mother?"
His head nodded quickly. "It's way too weird."
"You act like I've never seen or touched a penis
before." "That's not the point."
"I've seen countless penises from my travels
around the world."
"But you're not supposed to see mine!" he
argued, before calming down as the translator
and healer were staring at them. Jennifer spoke in a calmer tone. "Okay. I
understand your predicament. I'll just have to
thank the healer for her time, and for wasting
those precious herbs, and you can recover on
your own."
"Are you putting me on a guilt trip?" "Of course not."
"What about you though? The healer says you
have to apply it for me tonight. Plus, we'll have
to share a bed and all that stuff."
Jennifer flashed a *so what* kind of look. "I'm
an anthropologist. I'm also a professional. None of this bothers me. I'm serious. We're
both human beings with normal bodies, big
deal."
"Fine, I'll do it," he sighed.
A bright smile crept on Jennifer's face.
"Excellent." She conveyed the message to the translator,
who conveyed the message to the healer.
The translator spoke: "She wishes to begin.
Please, have your son expose himself. The
healer will shave his pubic hairs, clean him,
then apply the herbal medicine to his crotch area, shaft, and also to the tip of his penis."
"Jeez," he mumbled softly.
Jennifer rubbed Sean's back to comfort him. It
was her special way of telling him that it would
be okay, and that he shouldn't be embarrassed
by any of this. "I've seen it all before," she said as lovingly as
she could. "You have nothing to be ashamed
of. Remember, this is all for the sake of
learning. There's nothing to lose."
"Easy for you to say. You don't have to get
naked here." "Would it help if I turned around?" she
offered. "The translator and I can face the
other direction while this goes on. I promise I
won't peek. You can tell me about it later.
Sound fair?"
Sean relaxed a little. "That sounds doable then. Gosh, this is strange."
"You'll live," she smiled.
That's when the process began. Jennifer and
the translator turned away so that Sean could
get naked from the waist down and lay on a
rug. She listened, intently and curiously, as the healer shaved Sean's crotch area, then cleaned
it with water and a piece of cloth.
As Jennifer faced the wall of the hut, she heard
the healer apply the substance to Sean's body.
Surprisingly, not a peep or complaint came
from Sean. He just accepted that the healer was providing a tribal medical service. In a
way, she respected that Sean was willing to do
something like this. Especially since it involved
his most private area. Deep down, she was
pleased with herself that she had raised such a
mature young man.
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