The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter One
They had been rushed to the hospital, the two of them in twin emergency vehicles, Stanley and his wife Maureen. Both were confined in strait jackets, but even in their confinements, it was obvious to everyone in the emergency room that they were dressed peculiarly, to say the least. Beyond the bulk of the oversized white jackets, their long sleeves with straps and buckles, one could easily see that the two must have taken Halloween a bit too far. It was the only rational explanation.
The lead EMT barked out, “Fifth floor, now!” and everyone in the emergency room knew what that meant. A few minutes later, Stanley and his wife were rushing headlong upward, the emergency elevator wasting no time, taking the two toward their final destination. Down the long corridor, past security doors which locked tightly, patiently waited white sterile tables which displayed syringes filled with an assortment of mind altering drugs, collections of depressants, stimulants, mood enhancers; whatever was called for, but beyond that and further down was the last and final door, and beyond that door would wait both Stanley’s and Maureen’s fate.
To every strange event there is a back story, a series of smaller events which contribute to some bigger if not grander mystery which begs for explanation. In the center of each and every mystery, the predictability of everyday living, are real people, the kind that live next door to us, who barely make a dent on our lives, who seem from every reasonable perspective, normal. Like us, they get up in the morning, readying themselves for work, leave with their coffee mugs, and return at the end of the day. They may cut their lawns on Saturday, grill out, and we may see them in the grocery store. Stanley and Maureen were these very people, ordinary in their appearance, in their language. One says hello to their neighbor and it is returned, all parties going about their business. Stanley and Maureen were as plain as every other person, and that is what may be the most disturbing. All the mysteries of the mundane world, all the explanations of odd behavior, dysfunctional behavior, even self destruction, remains behind closed doors, often, forever. Stanley’s door, the one in the basement, also remained closed, and behind that door were secrets.
“I need some wrapping paper from the basement,” Maureen would yell over the noise, her husband running his favorite saw, making God only knows what. He was always working in the basement, every weeknight, and on the weekends. She could hear the wood being cut, drills whining, and even some hammering, but she never saw the fruits of his labor.
“I need that paper now,” she yelled, and she would have gone down to get it herself, but he had warned her about the spiders. A spider infestation, he had said. Maureen hated spiders. She had always hated them, and her husband knew that. He said he had sprayed, but it did no good. No, it was better if she stayed out of the basement. Besides, he could get whatever she needed.
Stanley was not afraid of spiders, though it was his only manly quality that Maureen could see. Her husband was quiet and soft-spoken. It was something she liked in him when they were first dating. He wasn’t pushy like her other dates, trying to make advances that seemed inappropriate the first or second time out. She thought he was a good catch, but things changed over a period of time. He wasn’t very ambitious, and soon Maureen was making twice as much money as her husband. She got a number of promotions, and she was on the road a lot. Her husband seemed happy to stay home and putter in his workshop. He enjoyed the solitude, and something else.
The End of The Un-training of Stanley Kaminski – Chapter One
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index