Title: And to the Left.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I'm not claiming to. I'm not making any money. I swear!
A/N: This is based on the film, not the book. I haven't read the book. I thought it might be interesting to see how the affair with Mrs. Carver started.

Gilbert's old truck creaked and puttered as the wheels rolled over the cracked asphalt and onto the dirt. He ignored the dust that was stirred up so he could look at Arnie, who was next to him clinking his fingernails on the glass jar in which his grasshopper friends lived.

"Gilbert?" Arnie pronounced the "T" with a punch as he looked over at his older brother

"Yeah, Arnie?" He replied, not taking his eyes off of the road for more that a second to glance at his 15-year-old sibling.

"Can we go home, now? I need to go home."

"Sure, Buddy. I've just got to take this over to Mrs. Carver's, first. It won't take long."

"Ok."

The truck pulled up at the side of the house and Gilbert put it in the park before removing the keys and pocketing them. "You stay here. Just count, ok?"

Arnie rubbed his nose with a crooked index finger and crinkled his eyes, sniffling. "Alright."

Gilbert climbed out of the vehicle and shut the door, reaching in the back of the truck bed to grab Mrs. Carver's groceries. The paper bags crinkled against his coat as he walked towards the door and the boys rushed past him. Mrs. Carver met him at the door, leaning against the frame, grinning at him.

"Where would you like this?" he asked tentatively, anxious at the smile on her face, and the way she locked the door after shutting it.

"Just in the kitchen is fine. Thank you, Gilbert."

He nodded and walked through an archway, glancing at his surroundings as he set the items down on the imitation marble counter. When he turned to leave, Mrs. Carver was in front of him, her hand pressing tightly against his crotch.

Gilbert couldn't remember the last time anyone other than he, himself, had touched his groin. Sexually, at least. Ellen had kneed him in the balls just earlier this week. A blush crept over his cheeks as he tried to maneuver away from Mrs. Carver's hand.

"Are you a virgin, Gilbert?"

His voice stopped working and he found it difficult to squeak out an answer. It was embarrassing, a male of his age, never having engaged in anything other than fantasies, but his father had left a family to Gilbert and it was his job to take care of them. Caring for Arnie was a full time job in which there was no time for sex.

She squeezed lightly and a high pitched squeak slipped over his lips. He nodded slowly, trying to inch away. "This is wrong…"

She started to unzip his pants when Arnie's voice rang in through the hallway. "Gilbert? Gilbert?!"

Gilbert pushed Mrs. Carver off and went to find his brother, trying to ignore his throbbing erection. "Hey, buddy." He wrapped his arm around Arnie, "Why aren't you –" he cleared his throat, "counting?"

"I got to 100. I haffta go to the bathroom."

Gilbert turned to look at Mrs. Carver for directions. "Just down the hallway and to the left."