I've been reading Tony Duvert's Odd Jobs (Wakefield Press, 2017, originally published as Les petits métiers, Fata Morgana, 1978). The work describes the somewhat unconventional professions of the inhabitants of an imaginary village. This is how Duvert describes the occupation of 'The Fondler':THE FONDLER
In our village we hated it when children abandoned themselves to the solitary vice.
So we had a child-fondler. Whenever a little whelp was found masturbating, one called upon the fondler, who would lead the boy or girl into a shrub or a barn, depending on the weather. There, he'd lavish caresses on the child with such devilry that the poor kid, from that point on, would have been hard pressed to obtain such enjoyment alone. So, after several sessions, it would be the child who went to see the fondler.
As the wait outside his house was endless, the impatient brats would wander off a ways, two by two, three by three, or more. But these childish pleasures didn't have the brute force of those the fondler was able to give.
Being the fondler paid little, and would tire to death the man who had this function. For, while giving his caresses, he had to allow himself, also, to be caressed - otherwise, the child would have succumbed to a vicious idleness. The fondlers who didn't drop dead of exhaustion grew completely impotent, and often, in old age, became wipers*. It was better than nothing.
(pp. 13-14) * A less pleasant occupation involving the other side of the children.
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