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"Life Flashes By" - Chapter Two By Martin Wingsdale
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   As I'm lying in bed, I begin to think of my dream again.  I surely hope
that I didn't call out any names in my sleep.  Nobody has told me that I
talk in my sleep, so I'm hopeful that I don't.  Embarrassing would be an
understatement.  I'm sure Tyler would completely freak out!
   Her auburn hair, fantastic blue eyes, average but nicely proportioned
weight, 5'5" height, and nice, perky 34-C breasts fill my thoughts.  I
think she would've killed me if she'd caught me looking through her
dresser. I must be a breasts man because I always seem to give her bigger
breasts in my dreams.  I never seem to be able to dream about the second
half of that wonderful encounter.  Why is that?
   By contrast, with very blonde hair, those same fantastic blue eyes,
above average but extremely well proportioned weight, and same 5'5" height,
the other woman in my dream has some awesome 38-DD breasts!  I'm quite sure
that she would've killed me if she had caught me even in her room!  That's
just not something a 14-year-old boy is supposed to do!
   Then again, is a 14-year-old boy supposed to be a pervert and watch his
37-year-old lovely mother get it on with his 16-year-old gorgeous sister? I
think not, especially watching from the hallway through a crack in the
door. I think back to that wonderful day, the source for my wonderful
dreams.  If I could only have longer dreams I might get to the part where
my Mom returns the favor to Shaunna.
   I sigh and sit up in bed.  Those thoughts will have to wait until later.
Right now, I need to get up and get ready for my appointment with Mr. 
Hanley.  I'd better hurry!
   I busy myself getting ready.  The in-and-out shower seems to wake me up
and I'm back in my room in record time.  I brush my teeth and then step
over to my dresser.  Since I don't have a clue as to what sort of job
assignment I'll receive, I'd better wear some extremely casual clothes.  I
pick out a clean pair of jeans and pull out a t-shirt to go with them.
   Once dressed, I take one final look in the mirror and then look up at
the clock: 7:23.  I might as well go now and wait for Mr.  Hanley.  Maybe
being early will make a good impression.  I hope so.  For some reason I
really seem to care what adults think of me.
   "See you later," I say to Tyler as I walk out the door.
   "Later, Nate," he replies.
   I walk the short distance to the front desk.  I walk around the corner
to the right of the front desk and expect to see the Dean's door closed. 
Instead, I find the door wide open.  Mr.  Hanley is already in his office
and is apparently talking with someone on the phone.  I stop by the doorway
and lightly tap on the open door.
   Mr.  Hanley motions for me to enter his office and waves toward a chair.
I sit down and try not to eavesdrop on his conversation.  As I sit there, I
look around the office.  There isn't much to decorate the place: a few
pictures, a trophy of some sort, and a plaque on the wall.  I glance at Mr.
Hanley.  I wouldn't be able to tell from how he is sitting in his seat, but
I know from yesterday he's about 6'0'' tall.  His salt-n-pepper grey hair
and blue eyes make me think of Grandpa Preston, Dad's father.
   Mr.  Hanley puts the phone back on the cradle and looks up at me. 
"Nathan, isn't it?"
   "Yes sir, I am.  Either Nathan or Nate will do." I smile.
   "Well, Nate, I expect that you are here to get your job assignment.  I
just need to look through this stack and find your name."
   "Yes sir, I also wanted to put in a room request for the school year. 
My roommate said that I should get the request in just as soon as
possible."
   Mr.  Hanley pulls a slip of paper from the middle of the stack and looks
up at me.  "Well, I think that we can manage that.  Here is your job
assignment.  Let me find the room request forms." He hands me my job
assignment slip and opens one of the desk drawers.
   As Mr.  Hanley flips through some folders, I glance down at the slip of
paper to see where I'll be working.  "Mr.  Nathan Preston:
Maintenance/Grounds, 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM." Well, that's all right with me. I
look at my watch and see that it's only 7:30.  Good, I should have plenty
of time.
   Mr.  Hanley pulls a form from the desk drawer and hands it to me.  "This
should be what you are looking for.  You can fill it out now, if you'd
like, or whenever you get the chance.  Just slip it under the door if I'm
not here."
   "Thanks," I reply.  "Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Mr.  Hanley points
to a pen sitting in a penholder right near my right hand.  "Oh, thanks." I
feel my face heat slightly as I grab the pen.
   I begin to fill out the form just as somebody walks into the office.  I
look up to see Phil enter with Carter right behind him.
   "Hey guys," I say.  "Are you here for your job assignments, too?"
   "Yeah, I grabbed Carter on the way over," Phil answers.  Phil turns to
Mr.  Hanley and says, "Phil Vanderzee and Carter Moseley, sir.  Sorry if
we're a bit late."
   "Grab a seat.  Let me look through the stack here." Mr.  Hanley looks
through the stack on his desk once more.  I go back to filling out the form
and just as I'm finishing, Mr.  Hanley hands over a slip of paper to Phil
and then looks at Carter.  "Here is yours, Carter." He hands over another
slip of paper to Carter.
   I put the pen back in the penholder and hand over the form to Mr. 
Hanley.  Mr.  Hanley takes the form from my hand and glances down at it.  I
notice a small smile cross his face as he places it in a folder on his
desk, but he says nothing.  I wonder what the smile is about, but shrug it
off.
   "Looks like you three will be working together," Mr.  Hanley states. 
"At least you already seem to know one another." He chuckles and looks
across his desk at us.  "I heard that Sully, Mr.  Rhodes that is, had
himself an all-freshman grounds crew this summer.  I'm betting that it's
you three." He chuckles again.
   I look over at Phil and Carter as they both look over at me.  "That's
cool," I reply.
   "Sounds good to me," says Phil.  Carter just nods in agreement.
   "Well, I suppose you men will want to get going.  Good luck, and welcome
again to C.B.  Prep." Mr.  Hanley smiles and picks up the phone again.
   All three of us utter our thanks to Mr.  Hanley and quietly leave his
office.  Once outside his office I turn to Phil and Carter.  "So I guess
that we're the grounds crew.  It doesn't sound all that bad." Phil and
Carter nod and all three of us head to the front door.
   Outside I notice that it's another beautiful day.  I imagine that most
days here are probably just more of the same.  I smile.  With almost
perfect weather year-round, I just might grow to love it here!
   The three of us make small talk while walking down to the
Maintenance/Grounds building.  Phil and Carter seem to be following my lead
as I cut across the lawn to the north side of the chapel, around the main
classrooms, and toward the fire station.
   "I'm glad somebody knows where they are going," says Phil.  "Have you
been here before or something?" Phil looks over at me.
   I chuckle.  "No, my first day was yesterday.  Tyler took me for a tour
of the campus, though.  I guess that I just remember the layout pretty
well. It's not really that complicated." I pause and then chuckle again. 
"I do wonder, though, what you would have done if I didn't know where it
was."
   Carter laughs.  "I guess we'd have to ask somebody for directions," he
replies.  Phil just laughs along with us.  The three of us continue our
journey past the fire station and the gym, and finally arrive at the
Maintenance/Grounds building.  I look at my watch: 7:52.  Good, we're a
little early.
   We climb the steps and enter the building.  A few guys are standing
around and glance over at us.  A man sitting at his desk waves us into his
office.  We enter the office and stand in front of the desk.  The man looks
to be in his mid 40's, about Phil's height, but definitely has a lot more
weight than Phil, brown hair, and brown eyes.
   The man stands up and offers his hand.  The three of us take turns
shaking it as he says, "I'm Mr.  Rhodes.  Who might you gentlemen be?"
   I look at Phil and Carter and both of them look at me.  Okay, I guess
I'll handle the introductions.  "I'm Nate Preston, this is Phil Vanderzee,
and this is Carter Moseley." I point to myself, Phil, and Carter in turn.
   Mr.  Rhodes' face lights up.  "Aha, my freshman grounds crew!  We
finally meet.  Grab a time card from the stack there and fill in your name
at the top.  The secretary should have cards with your names printed on
them by the end of the week.  Just punch in using the clock on the wall out
there.  Make sure to go from left to right.  This is Monday the 13th, so be
sure to start on the correct day."
   Well, that solves the question of whether or not we are the freshman
grounds crew.  That's fine by me.  We each grab a time card and a pen to
fill in our names at the top.  I follow Phil and Carter out of the office
and wait my turn to punch in.  I glance down at the time punched on the
card: 07.93.  Military time using hundredths, I think to myself.
Phil, Carter, and I make small talk while waiting to see what Mr. 
Rhodes has in store for us.  I casually look around the room at the other
guys.  I don't recognize anyone else but then I didn't expect to.  I'm sure
that I'll come to know them over time.
   Mr.  Rhodes lumbers out of his office and approaches Phil, Carter, and
I. "You three follow me.  We've got to go out back to the tractor." We
follow Mr.  Rhodes as he makes his way through the building.  We walk
through a huge shop area with all sorts of machinery for cutting wood.  I
know that my Dad would be envious if he were here.
   Once we step outside the back of the building, I notice that we are
standing on a loading dock.  Mr.  Rhodes seems to have a difficult time
navigating the short stairway leading down off the dock.  Phil, Carter, and
I hurry down the steps once he is clear of them.
   Mr.  Rhodes points to a large farm tractor parked outback here.  "This
is our best tractor.  Can two of you go over to that trailer there with the
pipes on it and lift the tongue up while I back up to it?  The other one
can help me back up and make sure I don't run anybody over." He laughs, and
I notice how much his stomach wobbles as he does so.
   Phil and Carter head toward the trailer with the pipes on it, so I shrug
and walk out a ways behind the tractor.  Mr.  Rhodes climbs up on the
tractor and it starts right up.  I really don't do much but watch as he
backs it up underneath the tongue of the trailer.  He kills the engine on
the tractor and climbs down.
   "Good, good," he says.  "Now lower the tongue in place and I'll secure
it." Phil and Carter lower the tongue into place.  Mr.  Rhodes quickly
secures it and smiles.  "I'm sorry guys, but I can't let you ride on the
tractor or the trailer since they don't have seats.  Cal-O.S.H.A.  would
have my hide if they caught me letting anyone under 16 ride without seats.
I'm afraid you'll have to walk behind the trailer.  We don't have far to
go."
   I shrug.  "That's fine.  I'm sort of resigned to having to walk
everywhere." Mr.  Rhodes laughs.
   We follow behind the trailer as Mr.  Rhodes slowly drives up the road
toward the gym.  We haven't been walking long when Mr.  Rhodes brings the
tractor to a halt in front of the gym and shuts the tractor off.  He climbs
down off the tractor and comes around to where we are standing beside the
trailer.
   "Nate, grab the other end of this pipe here.  Phil and Carter: grab
another pipe and follow us onto the soccer field." The three of us begin
following Mr.  Rhodes' lead and soon have the pipes lain out on the soccer
field and on the lawn across the road from the gym.
   Mr.  Rhodes points at a hose in a bin underneath the trailer.  "Two of
you grab that hose and follow me." Phil and I grab the hose and follow him
to a fire hydrant.  "I'll help you hook this one up and then you three can
hook the one up across the road," says Mr.  Rhodes.  We watch as he
attaches the hose to the hydrant and then to the end of the pipes.
   "Stand back," warns Mr.  Rhodes as he cracks open the hydrant flow.  A
small stream of water begins to spray from around where the hose attaches
to the hydrant.  The three of us jump back slightly to avoid the spray. 
Mr. Rhodes just chuckles.  The sprinklers on the pipes begin to do their
thing and Mr.  Rhodes smiles.
   "Now you three go get another hose and set it up on the other side of
the road there." Phil, Carter, and I grab another hose from under the
trailer and walk to the other side of the road.  We struggle a bit getting
it set up but soon feel that we've done an adequate job.
   "Well, let's see if she holds or if she blows!" Mr.  Rhodes laughs
aloud. "Here, you take this hydrant-spanner and crack her open." He hands
me the wrench and stands back.  Phil and Carter stand back as well.  I
don't think they have faith in me, or something.
   I crack open the hydrant just a tad and watch as a small drizzle begins
to form where the hose attaches to the hydrant.  I wait a few seconds and
then crack open the hydrant a little more.  After a minute or so, the
sprinklers begin to do their thing and I smile: job accomplished.
   Mr.  Rhodes congratulates us on a job well done and then has us follow
him up the hill.  The process that we just learned, we repeat on the lawns
between the main classrooms and the track.  Soon we are done with the setup
and the sprinklers are working.  We walk back to the tractor and wait for
Mr.  Rhodes to catch up.
   "Where to now," I ask as Mr.  Rhodes walks up.
   "Now we head back and punch out for lunch," replies Mr.  Rhodes.  I
quickly glance down at my watch: 11:40.
   "Wow!  Where'd all the time go," I ask to nobody in particular.  I turn
to Phil and Carter.  "It's already 20 `till noon," I exclaim.  Phil and
Carter both look as amazed as I feel.  Mr.  Rhodes just laughs at our
expressions.
   We follow Mr.  Rhodes back to the Maintenance/Grounds building and head
inside.  After a couple of minutes, Mr.  Rhodes joins us inside.  "Go ahead
and punch out now," he says.  "We'll still get paid until noon." He smiles.
I might like this job, I think to myself.
   After all three of us clock out, we head toward the front door.  Mr. 
Rhodes comes out of his office and heads down the front stairs behind us.
   "If you three gentlemen would like, I'll give you a lift to the
cafeteria." We turn around in unison and look at Mr.  Rhodes.  I shrug and
then look at Phil and Carter who shrug as well.  "Hop in then," says Mr. 
Rhodes.  "This is my ride here." He points to a red Ford F-350 four-door
pickup.
   "Thanks," I reply as I head around to the other side of the pickup. 
Phil and Carter say their thanks as well and we all climb in.  The ride to
the cafeteria is short and I'm thankful that we didn't have to walk all the
way up the hill.
   "Thanks again," I say as we climb out of the pickup.
   "Sure, it's no problem," Mr.  Rhodes replies.  "I'll see you gentlemen
at 1:00.  Have a great lunch." We head up the steps to the front doors of
the cafeteria as Mr.  Rhodes drives off.
   Phil, Carter, and I walk into the cafeteria.  It seems to be a little
busier at lunch today than it was at dinner yesterday, but it isn't
anywhere even close to being full.  We grab some trays off the rack and get
in line.  At least the food selection is somewhat different from last
evening.  Maybe it will taste better as well.
   As we sit down at a table that Carter picks out, I immediately dig into
my food.  Apparently working this morning has worked up my appetite.
   Carter looks up from his tray at me and grins.  "Hungry there, Nate," he
asks.
   I scramble to swallow my food and then laugh.  "Yeah, I guess I'm not
used to working like that." I laugh some more and both Phil and Carter join
in the laughter.
   "Yeah, I suppose that I'm hungry as well," says Phil.  I just chuckle
and begin feeding my face again.  The three of us finish our meals in
record time and then sit back to relax some before going back to work.  We
make small talk for a while and then decide to go outside.
   Once outside I turn to Phil and Carter.  "Let's go over to the Student
Amphitheater and watch the people walk by." Phil and Carter just shrug so I
lead off toward the top-center of the big lawn.  As we sit down, I glance
over toward the women's dorm.
   "Keep dreaming, Nate," says Phil.  "They're all after me!" All three of
us bust out laughing.
   "Oh, you certainly wish so, Phil," says Carter.  "Perhaps short guy here
can get more gals than you can.  Being a giant tends to scare them away."
Carter and I both begin to laugh loud enough that it makes more than a few
people look over our way.  I stifle my laughter and grin at Phil.
   Phil shakes his head and asks, "What time do you have?"
   I look at my watch.  "I suppose we could head on down there.  At least
we won't have to hurry too much.  I wouldn't want to throw up what I just
ate." I grin.  Phil and Carter let out a short laugh as the three of us get
up and begin walking down the pathway.  In a short time, we arrive at our
work place.
   As we enter the Maintenance building, I notice an older man inside the
office talking with Mr.  Rhodes.  He appears to be at least 50 years old,
probably about the same height as Mr.  Rhodes, maybe a little shorter, with
graying brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses.  Mr.  Rhodes looks out into the
lobby and sees me.  He motions me to come into his office.
   "Nate, this is Mr.  Parnell," says Mr.  Rhodes when I enter his office.
He motions first toward Mr.  Parnell then back to me.  "Mr.  Parnell, this
is Nate whom we were just talking about." I must look puzzled because both
Mr.  Rhodes and Mr.  Parnell begin chuckling.
   "It's nothing bad I assure you, Nate," says Mr.  Parnell.  "One of the
guys assigned to work on my crew never showed up and we were just
discussing putting you on my crew.  It might only be for the afternoon
today, but I need you more than Mr.  Rhodes does." He smiles.  I can feel
myself relaxing some.
   "Sure," I reply.  "What does your crew do?"
   "We're in charge of doing the maintenance on the men's dorm.  I only
have two on my crew so it will just be Seth and you helping me out today."
He looks out into the lobby and waves for someone to come over.  I turn to
look and see a pudgy guy stand up and walk toward the office.  As he
strides into the office, I notice that we are about the same height.  He
has brown hair and blue eyes, just as I do.
   "Seth, this is Nate." Mr.  Parnell indicates me with his hand then waves
it toward Seth.  "Nate, meet Seth."
   "Hey Seth," I say as I stick out my hand.
   "Hi," replies Seth as he firmly shakes my hand.  "It's nice to meet
you." I nod.
   "Well, now that introductions are made let's go see how much damage we
can do." Mr.  Parnell chuckles.  "Follow me, men." Seth and I follow Mr. 
Parnell into the lobby.  I remember that I haven't punched in yet and hurry
over to the clock.  After punching my time card, I walk over to Phil and
Carter.
   "I've got a new assignment for this afternoon," I tell them.  "So you'll
have to have fun without me." I chuckle.
   "Okay.  See you after work," says Phil.
   Carter shrugs.  "Later, man."
   I hurry to catch up with Mr.  Parnell and Seth.  Mr.  Parnell gets
behind the wheel of an old Toyota pickup while Seth and I climb in beside
him.  Mr.  Parnell drives us to a road just past the men's dorm and takes a
left on it.  He then pulls down a steep embankment and parks behind what
appears to be the laundry room.  Well, now I know where I'll be doing my
laundry.
   Mr.  Parnell opens a shop-door at the back of the laundry room and turns
to me.  "This is our maintenance supply room.  At the end of the day just
let me know what you've used from here.  That way I can make sure that this
place is always stocked."
   "Okay," I reply.
   "Seth here can show you what he's been working on all morning.  I think
that the two of you should be able to handle working on the upstairs while
I work downstairs.  If you need me just come down and find me." Mr. 
Parnell hands a key to Seth and walks toward the back door of the dorm.
   "Come on, Nate.  Let's grab this box of tools here and head upstairs."
   "Sure," I say as I grab the box that Seth points out.  I follow Seth
into the dorm and up the stairs.  We get to the top of the stairs and make
a left, and then another left.  "This must be Two East," I state.
   "How'd you guess," Seth asks.  "Is it because it's above One East?" He
laughs.
   I chuckle.  "Yeah, at least it's easy to remember.  It'd be harder if
the halls were named after different animals or something." Both of us
laugh at the thought.
   Seth walks down the hall a way and then stops in front of a door.  He
takes out the key and as he opens the door says, "We have to take all the
doors down and re-hinge them.  All of the doors on both of the East halls
have metal doors in metal frames.  That's why they stick the rowdy guys and
the freshmen in these halls." He smiles.
   "How do we go about doing that," I ask.
   "It's simple." He chuckles.  "Actually, it's not always easy.  That's
why it takes so long.  We only got three doors done this morning because
there were so many problems.  Hopefully you and I will be able to do at
least two this afternoon." He laughs.
   "Well, this will be my first time doing any sort of maintenance.  You'll
have to show me what to do," I say.
   "Not a problem." He takes a tool from the box and stands by the
doorjamb. "Just take a chisel and place it against the head of the rivet.
Then take a hammer," he pauses and grabs a hammer from the box then
continues, "and hit it once or twice and it should come off." Seth hits the
chisel with the hammer and the head of the rivet flies off the hinge.
   "Neat," I reply.
   "Want to give it a try," asks Seth.
   "Sure, why not," I answer.  Seth hands me the chisel and hammer then
moves out of my way.  I place the chisel against the head of the rivet,
stand back a little, and then hit the chisel as hard as I can with the
hammer.  The chisel glances off the metal hinge and I bang my right hand
against the metal door.
   Seth laughs.  "I guess that I should've warned you.  That can happen if
you don't properly seat the head of the chisel in-between the head of the
rivet and the hinge.  Give it another try, but make sure to get it
in-between first."
   I reposition the chisel as Seth indicates and give it another good blow
with the hammer.  This time the head of the rivet flies off.  I smile. 
"Well, that doesn't seem hard at all." I chuckle, as does Seth.
   "Okay.  Before we take any more rivets off let's get the door off the
hinges.  That way we won't damage any of them and might be able to salvage
some." Seth uses the hammer and chisel to knock each of the three pins from
their hinges.  "Here, let's move the door out of the way.  Give me a hand."
I help him move the door.
   "How about if I finish taking the hinges off the frame while you remove
the hinges from the door," I volunteer.
   Seth chuckles.  "Sure, man, it's a deal." Following our plan, we soon
have the hinges removed.
   "What now," I ask.
   "Well, we can save all three of these hinges.  So first, we drill new
holes in the door and reattach the hinges to the door.  Then we hold the
door up in the frame and mark our spots for the holes there.  It's actually
pretty simple, you'll see." He smiles.
   I watch Seth as he takes one of the hinges he just removed from the door
and places it against the door.  He marks the spots where the new holes in
the door should go and then reaches for the drill.  With three quick moves,
the door has new holes.  He repeats the process on the other two hinges.
   "Next, we take the rivet-gun and rivet the hinges onto the door, like
so." Seth demonstrates putting a rivet in the gun, placing it through the
hinge into the hole, and securing it in place by squeezing the handle of
the gun.  "Voila!" Seth smiles and I watch as he puts rivets into the
remaining holes.
   "Okay, let's move the door into place where we want it to go.  We can
use these blocks of wood to hold the door at the level we want." He points
to a few wood blocks in the toolbox.  I help Seth hold the door in place,
making sure it has enough clearance at the top.  Seth marks where he wants
the holes to go and then we set the door out of the way.
   I grab the drill and move back to the doorjamb.  "Hold it firmly against
the frame and start out slowly so it doesn't run away from you," warns
Seth. I follow his advice and don't seem to have any difficulty drilling
all of the holes that Seth has marked.
   "I'll give the rivet-gun a go as well," I tell Seth.  "I think I've got
the gist of it."
   "All right, go for it," says Seth.  He hands me the rivet-gun and a few
rivets.  I grab a hinge and put it in place.  I place a rivet in the gun,
put it through the hinge into the hole, and squeeze the handle.  When I
hear a `pop' sound, I release the handle and see the rivet in place.  I
smile, and then repeat the process until all three hinges are in place.
   "Not bad at all," says Seth.  "Now it's simple to put the door in
place." I help Seth hold the door in place while he puts the pins back in
the hinges.  We close the door and hammer the pins into place.  Seth opens
and closes the door a few times.  "Cool, nice and smooth: just like brand
new." We smile over a job well done.
   "Okay, let's move on to the next room.  At this rate we might get five
or six done this afternoon," exclaims Seth.  "I want to make a good
impression on Mr.  Parnell.  I love this type of work, so I hope that he'll
keep me on his crew."
   "Where did you learn to be so handy with tools," I ask Seth as we clean
up and move to the next room.
   Seth laughs.  "My father likes working in his wood-shop at home.  He has
quite a collection of tools and equipment.  He taught me pretty much
everything I know about home maintenance.  I'm just glad I get to use it to
make some money, now." He smiles.
   We set up in the next room and get to work.  As we work, we talk about
our families, where we are from, and how it's a new experience for both of
us being at a boarding school.  I learn that Seth is to be a freshman (as I
expected), that he is from Lancaster, California, and that he has an older
brother, Gary, but no sisters.  Soon we've completed three doors.  We seem
to be getting along, and work together great, as well.
   On the fourth door, we run into a complication.  The metal doorjamb is
too close to the bricks behind it; we can't drill new holes deep enough for
the rivets.  Seth runs downstairs to get a masonry drill bit from Mr. 
Parnell.  When he returns we tackle the problem.
   "We have to use this drill bit for drilling in the bricks," states Seth.
"It can get overheated quickly, so be sure to take a few breaks when using
it," warns Seth.  "Want to give it a try," he asks.
   "Sure, why not," I answer.  I take the drill from Seth and try to drill
the next hole.  When I pause for a break, I feel the drill bit; it's indeed
quite warm.  "I guess you weren't lying," I say to Seth.  He chuckles.  It
takes some time, but finally I have the rest of the holes completed.
   Seth picks up the hammer, a few rivets, the rivet-gun, and a hinge. 
"Now we get to drive the rivets into the bricks with the hammer." Seth
demonstrates.  He places a rivet into the rivet-gun, holds the hinge in
place against the doorjamb, and pushes the rivet just a small way into the
hole; it's as far as it will go.  He then uses the hammer to hit the back
of the rivet-gun, pounding the rivet further into the hole.
   "And that's how it's done," says Seth as he squeezes the handle of the
gun.  "Want to give it a go," he asks me.
   "Okay, I'll give it a whack." I laugh.  Seth rolls his eyes and
chuckles. I successfully get the remaining rivets in place.
   "Good job," says Seth as he grabs each hinge in turn to see if they
move. "Solid.  That should hold up to the rough upper-classmen who'll live
here," he exclaims.
   I laugh.  "If it's this bad up here, I can only imagine what it's like
downstairs."
   "A lot worse," Seth agrees.  We finish hanging the door, clean up, and
move on to the next room.  Things go smoothly, and we are just finishing
when Mr.  Parnell joins us.
   "Looks good," says Mr.  Parnell as he inspects our work.  "How many
doors did you get done?"
   "This is our fifth door," answers Seth.  "We had that trouble with the
fourth door, but the others went fairly smooth."
   "Well good, then.  I had trouble with all three of my doors downstairs.
However, eleven doors completed in one day isn't bad at all.  Not bad at
all." He smiles.  "Now let's get all of our tools to the shed and go clock
out for the day." I glance down at my watch.  Wow, the afternoon flew by
just as the morning did.  I think I'll like working here.
   After putting our tools in the shed and locking up, Mr.  Parnell drives
us back to the Maintenance building.  The three of us clock out and are
about to leave when Phil and Carter show up.  I turn to Seth.  "I'm going
to walk back up the hill with these guys.  Do you want to wait a second and
walk up with us?"
   "All right, cool," replies Seth.  We stand and wait for Phil and Carter
while Mr.  Parnell leaves.  In no time Phil and Carter join Seth and I.
   I turn to Seth and point to Phil and Carter in turn.  "This is Phil and
Carter." I then point to Seth.  "And this is Seth.  I've been working with
him all afternoon doing maintenance on the men's dorm." Phil, Carter, and
Seth all exchange greetings.  The four of us then head for the door and the
warm, beautiful outside.
   As all of us walk together up the hill toward the cafeteria, I ask Phil
and Carter how their afternoon went.  They tell me about moving the pipes
around to different areas and then retracing their steps to retrieve them
after 90 minutes or so.  I explain to Phil and Carter what Seth and I have
been up to all afternoon.  Before I know it, we are arriving at the
cafeteria.
   Phil lets out a low whistle.  "Would you look at that," he exclaims, and
nods his head toward the women's dorm.  Carter, Seth, and I look over to
where Phil is staring.
   I lose sight of everything around me, for the most beautiful creature
I've ever seen is walking down the steps in front of the women's dorm.  She
appears to be about an inch shorter than I am.  She has lovely long blonde
hair that goes down almost to her slender waist.  She has a very sexy walk,
which accentuates the lovely curves of her body as she walks.  I can't help
myself as I stare at her body.  The small pink top that she's wearing
wonderfully accents her ample chest area.  I hear laughter and turn to look
at the source.
   "Come on, Nate.  Stop drooling," says Seth.  All three of them begin
laughing aloud.  I hurry to catch up to the laughing hyenas and take a
quick look to see where the princess is heading.  I immediately look back
at Seth and the others.  I feel my face warm quickly.  The lovely princess
is looking right at our group as she heads to the cafeteria.  Luckily, the
group doesn't seem to notice my embarrassment.
   Inside the cafeteria, the four of us grab our trays and get into the
short lines.  I purposely avoid looking back over my shoulder; the last
thing I want is for her to catch me staring, again!  I manage to make it
through the line and to the table that Phil has picked out.  Just as I'm
sitting down, I catch a flash of blonde pass next to Phil on the other side
of the table.  My heart stops beating.
   "May I sit down with you gentlemen," I hear a soft but lovely voice ask.
I stop breathing.
   "Sure, have a seat," replies Phil.  I force myself to breathe.  I start
to reach for my glass of juice but think better of it.  I reach for my fork
instead and slowly put some food on it.  I dare not look up.  I start to
feel my face heat up again.  I begin to pray that it's not as obvious as it
certainly feels.
   "Hi, I'm Hannah," I hear.  "Who are you all," she asks.  I slowly bring
the fork to my mouth and concentrate on not letting my hands shake.  I keep
my eyes focused on my plate.
   "I'm Phil, and this is Carter, Seth, and Nate." I almost choke on my
food as Phil says my name.  "It's nice to meet you, Hannah," Phil says.
   "It's nice to meet you guys as well," replies Hannah.  Carter and Seth
return the greeting.  I take another bite of food and try not to look up.
"Cat have your tongue, Nate," I hear Hannah ask in her soft, very feminine
voice.  I freeze in place and almost choke again.
   I chew my food quickly and swallow before looking up at Hannah.  My eyes
get big and I force myself to take a breath before I reply.  "Oh, no, I'm
sorry.  I just had a mouthful of food," I weakly say.  "It's nice to meet
you as well, Hannah." I look back down at my plate and put some more food
on my fork.  I hear a faint giggle come from Hannah.
   "Hey Nate, mind if I join you," I hear a familiar voice ask.  I look up
to see Tyler standing next to me.  "Sure, go right ahead," I manage to spit
out.  I catch a glimpse of Hannah watching me intently.  My face instantly
feels like it's on fire; I must be as red as a fire truck!
   "Hi Hannah, how'd you like work today," Tyler asks as he sits next to me
and across from Hannah.  She works at the laundry with Tyler, I stupidly
question to myself.
   "Oh, it was all right.  About what I expected, I guess." I'm suddenly in
love with her voice; it sounds so beautiful.  I can feel my heart beating
in my chest.
   Tyler chuckles.  He points offhandedly at me and says, "Nate, here, and
I are rooming together for the summer.  He's from Morgan Hill, right here
in California." I try not to blush as he turns to me and continues, "Hannah
is from Cheyenne, Wyoming, and will be a freshman just like you four."
Tyler indicates the rest of us sitting at the table, and then looks right
at Seth with a questioning look.
   "Oh, I'm a freshman as well.  I'm Seth, by the way."
   "Hi Seth, I'm Tyler.  It's good to meet you.  You work with these guys?"
   "Well, yes and no.  I worked with Nate this afternoon doing maintenance
on the men's dorm.  Phil and Carter work grounds right now, but we work out
of the same building.  So I suppose you could say we work together." Seth
smiles at the rest of us.
   The rest of dinner goes a little more smoothly.  I try hard not to be
embarrassed anytime that I hear my name, or catch Hannah looking my way;
it's mostly a success.  When we finally finish eating, I look up at the
clock to find that it is already after 6:00.
   "Hey, do you guys want to go check out what's on TV at the dorm, or
something," I ask the guys.  Seth and Tyler both nod their heads.
   "I think I'm going to head down to the gym to check it out," says Phil.
   "Count me in on the gym as well," Carter responds.
   "If you two don't mind, I'll head down to the gym with you," adds Hannah
in her lovely voice.  "I could use two strong male escorts." A round of
laughter breaks out.
   I relax some and smile.  "All right, I'll see you guys later," I say to
Phil and Carter.
   Tyler, Seth, and I make our way to the conveyer belt and place our trays
and dirty dishes on it.  We then head over to the men's dorm and into the
television room.  The news is on and we sit down to watch the rest of it.
   When the news program finishes, I turn to Tyler.  "Do you mind of Seth
comes to our room for a while?"
   "No, that's perfectly fine," replies Tyler.  "We can shoot the breeze."
He chuckles.
   "Well, how about it, Seth.  Want to come over and hang for a while?" I
look at Seth.
   "Sure, why not.  I don't have anything better to do," responds Seth.
   The three of us walk to Tyler and my room.  We go in and sit down, with
Tyler sitting on the edge of his bottom bunk bed, and Seth and I sitting in
the chairs at the desks.  We talk for hours about life in general and the
particulars of our families, etc.  Seth discovers that Tyler will be a
junior and is impressed.  He asks Tyler all manner of questions about what
it's like during the school year, and I listen to the answers, as well. 
Before I know it, it's already 10:30.
   "Well, I guess I'll get going.  See you tomorrow at work, Nate.  It was
good meeting you Tyler," says Seth as he gets up to leave.
   "The pleasure's all mine, Seth.  It was good talking with you," responds
Tyler.
   "I'll see you later, Seth.  Have some good dreams." I chuckle.
   Seth laughs.  "Later, man." He heads out the door and closes it behind
him.
   Tyler and I both go through our evening routines.  After returning from
the restroom, I climb up onto the top bunk.
   "Ready for lights out," asks Tyler.
   "Hit it," I respond.
   As the lights go out, I begin to think of Princess Hannah: her long
blonde hair; deep blue eyes; extremely lovely and pretty face; completely
awesome body, and oh-so-sexy voice!  I think of her for several minutes
before it dawns on me: apparently, she likes the jock type.  Oh, well. 
`You love them and you lose them', or something like that.
   I think back to the previous night.  Why can't I ever get to the point
in my dream where my Mom returns the favor to Shaunna?  I can remember that
day vividly.  I come in from outside, where everyone is still enjoying the
barbeque; I have to use the restroom.
   I try the restroom downstairs but someone is already using it.  I decide
to use the restroom upstairs and, as I reach the top of the stairs, I hear
some noises coming from my parents' bedroom.  That's strange, I think to
myself.  I could swear that both Mom and Dad are still outside....
   I snap back to reality.  I need to stop myself before I drift off
dreaming from the beginning, again.  If I'm ever going to get to the second
part of that wonderful experience, I'll have to start directly from there.
   I sigh as I think again of my Mom and sister lying next to each other in
bed.  Shaunna's smooth 16-year-old skin, her shoulder-length auburn hair,
her lovely blue eyes, and nice-n-perky breasts: she definitely turns me on.
My Mom, lying there on the bed, completely spent from their activities, is
looking as lovely as ever with her short blonde hair, those same lovely
blue eyes, and massive breasts that are heaving up and down with each
labored breath.
   My Mom looks over to Shaunna laying to her right and whispers, "Thank
you, honey."
   "Your welcome, Mom," replies my sister, as she leans in for a kiss. 
They kiss passionately for quite some time, basking in the afterglow.
   Eventually Mom breaks the kiss and says, "You must let me return the
favor." She smiles sweetly at Shaunna as she slides herself up onto one
elbow; she moves herself down the bed and onto the floor.
   Shaunna smiles at Mom and slowly runs her hands up her body toward her
perky breasts.  She begins kneading her breasts softly, running her fingers
lazily across the tops of her mounds, and then cupping them to her.  She
gently squeezes her nipples and closes her eyes.
   Mom places her hands on Shaunna's silky-smooth legs, and begins moving
them slowly toward the area of desire.  Following closely behind Mom's slow
and steady movements, are sensuous lips kissing ever so softly the elegant
skin presented to her.  A soft moan escapes Shaunna's lips as Mom's fingers
trail lightly from silky thighs to shaven mons.
   Up above, Shaunna continues to lightly pinch her nipples and trail her
fingers over her breasts.  Mom's kissing reaches the heat and wetness; she
softly kisses her way around the outer labia.  A soft moan escapes
Shaunna's lips, as a digit makes its way into her moistness.  Mom licks
slowly up and down the hot slit before her, tasting her daughter's tangy
excitement.
   Two fingers slowly make their way into Shaunna's hot sex, moving in and
out while slowly building momentum.  Mom's tongue swirls carefully around
Shaunna's proud clitoris then flicks lightly over the tender button. 
Shaunna screams in ecstasy, as her sensitive clit is lightly flicked and
swirled, in turn.
   Shaunna hisses at Mom, opening her eyes to look down and glare at the
source of her misery.  "Fuckin' eat me already, Mom," cries Shaunna.  "Stop
trying to pay me back, for heaven's sake!"
   Mom laughs and slows her twirling tongue.  Shaunna hisses.  Mom thrusts
her slippery fingers into the sultry hot opening, the tight walls clenching
at the intrusion.  Shaunna's moans intensify and grow louder.  Mom laps up
the escaping juices of her daughter's desire.
   "Oh fuck, Mom!  Now," screams Shaunna.
   Mom thrusts her fingers furiously into Shaunna's slippery sex, flicking
her tongue wildly over the swollen clit as she does so.  Loud moans of
ecstasy fill the room as Shaunna escapes reality into the throws of her
on-going orgasm.  Mom continues to suck that little nub, alternating
between flicking and swirling her tongue over its tip.
   Shaunna thrashes around on the bed as her climax arrives, and pushes her
sex into Mom's thrusting tongue and fingers.  "Yes," she squeals with
delight.  "Oh fuck yeah!"
   Mom continues the assault on her daughter, thrusting wildly along steamy
slit, targeting tasty love, and then lapping her swollenness.
   The thrashing begins to subside as Mom eases her attack.  Spent, dazed,
and delirious, my sister lets out a soft cry and slumps to the bed.  Mom
carefully laps up the remaining hot juices and then climbs onto the bed
next to her victim.  Slowly, gently, Mom runs her fingers through Shaunna's
hair.  Beads of sweat glisten on the lovely form before her.
   As my beautiful sister begins to regain consciousness, Mom engages her
in a passionate kiss.  They seem to kiss hungrily forever, swirling their
tongues together.  After several steamy minutes they finally break.
   Mom looks over at Shaunna, lovingly wipes a strand of hair away, and
says, "Honey, you really shouldn't swear so much." Both Mom and Shaunna
begin laughing hysterically.
   As they continue to laugh, I walk into the room and go straight up to
the "Road Warriors" video game.  I insert two quarters and begin to play. I
easily make it to the second level before we have to pull into a gas
station for fuel.  I ask my Dad if he wants me to pump the gas, but Shaunna
is already pumping it.  I shrug and walk into the convenience store.
   The mall is full of new stores: everything you can imagine.  I walk into
the closest store and look at the clothing selection.  I already have all
the video games they sell, so I walk across the street to Dairy Queen.  I
order my pizza and blizzard and as I'm waiting for it to arrive, a brand
new red Ferrari pulls up and Christie Brinkley gets out of it.  She walks
over to the table that I'm sitting at and begins to shake it.  I look up at
her wondering ...
   I open my eyes and look over at Tyler who is grinning at me.  "Rough
night," he asks.
   I sigh.  "No, it was a very good night.  You just interrupted Christie
Brinkley, though."
   Tyler laughs loudly.  "Well, blame your alarm clock.  I shut it off
before waking you." He laughs again.
   I fall back onto my bed.  I always seem to get weird dreams early in the
morning, I think to myself.  I sigh again.  I lay in bed for a few more
moments before climbing out of bed to start the new day.
   
  
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