Sister Act

Weds Sept 23, 1992

7:42 am finds our hero looking down at his lap. This manure-brown cloth-covered five wheel swivel-ly chair has had a lot of asses in it, now his average-build slightly slender sit-upon occupies it. There would have to be some kind of upholstery cleaner in the supply closet and why didn't he think sooner to give it a good douse on a Friday then use the shop's shop vac to move HIS ass to the top of the list. But then, for all he knows he might get to inherit a better chair and then have to start over. 

To come to terms with all this he gets up and roams the building. Seems so formal with all the lights on, stage is set, ready for company. A few folks who got a good parking space are in the lobby areas, as he once was, staring into space or getting a head start on a textbook. One of them is zoned out with walkman headphones on turned up loud enough to clearly hear from a few yards away.

Goody and Norm are jawing in the hallway, they all have on their nametags.

"Well Nicko if nothing breaks today it won't be a first but stay ready, especially the 6809 stuff."

This was the second year using Gateway 486-DX25 in the small microprocessor lab, and these are finicky enough to go way into left field from time to time. Brian had set up a security scheme and even used special characters from the Greek alphabet as a user name, fun act to follow, so this was going to be the weakest link this term with the micro fundamentals class running simulations until they get their wirewound-pole interface boards ready to plug into a real deal 6809 on the lab’s center island. Worst case is someone would have to double up (or double-double up if they're already teamed) while Nick tries to untie some knots in DOS.

So he heads back to his office to, dunno, fire up some solitaire until it's time for the round of introductions in each class, will be fun to see if the instructors will have any new zingers ready. On the way through the scope lab he gets a warm chest whenever seeing one of those Gateway moocow boxes storing stuff here and there, he's hoping to score one next time they get a new system in, maybe when they refresh the PC lab down the hall, who knows.

The morning goes as planned and he's relived there aren't any female students that would prove, well, distracting, throwing a vibe, that gets so old when it's unwelcome. There's only one female and she seems to be a collected, thoughtful mom type, all business but mostly cool, almost a junior Sue.

At one point King G asks him to check on something with the computer lab and he finds Alan and Jeff at one of their desks looking at a a screen. Nick just stands there at first to assess the situation.

"Atttennnn-HUT"

Finally Alan looks up, "Hey man what can we do for you?"

"The usual, GK wanted me to make sure we're all set for the 223 group."

"Ahh, yes, got his list right here, want my notes?"

"Sherbert. Put it on my tab."

"Right ohh....OHHH did you see that strawberry blond in the OA group?" Office administration surely attracts the ladies, although, seems the dental hygiene group gets the finest, if you're into that kind of thing.

"Tight curls? maybe, those zoo parades they bring through all run together after a while."

"Yeah that's the one, too bad they won't be doing anything on the frame this quarter."

"Come to think of it, I think i did hear her say she was hoping some stud could reset her password soon." Nick has to hold his expression, he doesn't know where that came from, maybe a normally recessive gene of his brother's ilk suddenly woke up. Jeff busts up laughing but Alan just covers his heart.

"Dude!"

Nick just grins, "Alright gents, later days, thanks for the good word."

So he heads back to his cubbyhole and feels half vindicated and the rest is kinda like, as a kid, when he'd stepped on a cricket and immediately regretted it. He doesn't like to inflict harm but when that little shit likes to eye the ladies but never has a girlfriend, well...anyway. 

He takes his seat and tries to find something on which to focus, but nothing needs done, computer games are stupid, and he'll want to grab lunch in a bit but no longer feels comfortable leaving his office unlocked as he has been. This is the first time he's thought about it, hell, if any of the faculty need something they have a key, not that anyone would do anything harmful but why tempt it?

Just the thought of taking a sip of coffee and finding it tasting like washroom soap would be a loss, not that he wants to go on the offensive, just, crap, who knows, this is just weird. In this gig you spend all summer getting part of the school ready for school and once school is in session you have to share the space, so maybe there's still some sanctity to be had, but, just scaled down. He could always lunch in his office with the doors closed but then someone could knock, might be Noreen but then might not and he'd have to see what's what.

Speaking of Noreen, he tries calling her, lets it ring the three times before the assistant picks up then forgets it. This being the first day it's a good idea to sit with his department and stay in the loop, at least today, for solidarity until things get into a rhythm, so when they get ready to head over he locks up and goes with, and they manage to find seats and Nick grabs the last fish sammich that looked lonely there by itself beneath the heat lamp.

Once they sit down Nick can't resist, "So those heat lamps to keep the sammiches warm, do those emit enough UV to be a cancer risk?"

The instructors look at each him, then each other, Norm finally speaks up, "Better keep sunscreen handy before you reach next time."'

GK gets serious, "Pretty sure those are so red they won't have hardly any violet, the idea is heat, not killing germs."

"What if I want a germ-free bun?"

Goody: "Ask for some Lysol."

And so it goes.

The afternoon set goes as planned, 2 introductions at 1, nothing at 2 so he chills for a bit. Right before the lab starts at 3 he thinks to check for mail, might be a catalog, and finds two messages, one from Noreen, one from his dad to call him at work. The second of those can't wait, he asks GK if he can have a few mins and that's fine of course.

Ned is at his desk. "Hey, sorry to bother you."

"No problem, should I be scared?"

"Just know your mother is very upset and may not be feeling up to cooking, or well, even eating much."

"Is she okay?" Nick realizes this is a dumb question, then adds, "I mean -"

"Well, she got a call from Betty Parish, not sure you ever met her, she's one of the long-timers at Faith."

"Ooh, something at your church?"

"Yeah, it's pretty bad." Nick can't imagine what would top what they'd already gone through.

"It would have to be."

"Pastor ran off with someone, a very...young...someone." 

Nick pauses again. "Ouch."

"Yeah, midlife crisis or just closet scumbag, I don't know what's up these days."

Nick just figures that stuff was just hushed up in the past, but that's not important right now. "Should I call mom?" 

"I offered to stay home today but I think she just needs to be alone. I will probably order a pizza tonight, we'll get her favorite in case she wants some. Are you going to be home?"

"I had planned on it, but Noreen left me a message too, I haven't talked to her today."

"Ok, whatever you do just - and I know you will, but - try to be supportive, know what I mean?"

"I think so."

"I know you do, alright, tell that rotten boss of yours to make me some good recruits for once, see you in a bit."

"Will do thanks Dad."

Nick hangs up, stares into space for a second, but needs to move, so he heads out his right-hand door into the back of King's lab to practice his fly on the wall until needed.

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He arrives home just after 5:30 to find Irene in her bathrobe picking at a slice of "sausage mushrooms peppers light sauce" from Needle Bend Drive Through (open 24 hours for your convenience). Nick has rarely seen her in this shape and puts a peck on her forehead.

"Sweetie you could have done something with your gal."

"I didn't get a hold of her till I was ready to leave, they're doing a cookout but we agreed I should come home tonight."

"She's a good lady. Remind me what she sees in you?"

Nick sticks his tongue out and grabs a plate to nuke-wake a couple slices. 

"How was the first day?"

"Predictable. Stuff will need to break another day."

"That's the spirit. I'm tired of things breaking."

"I know, I'm sorry mom."

"It's the world, Nicky. Tell me more about your day."

"Not much to tell, I met the new gang and realized the need to lock my office more."

"Did something happen?"

"No, just..."

"Yeah it's not an empty building anymore."

"Nope, enrollments are right where they hope and projecting more."

"That's good."

"OH, Noreen says she wants to get lunch with you sometime, guess she wants to talk about your favorite son."

She leans in studiously, "and what's Timmy got to do with it?"

"Yeah yeah, don't quit yer day job."

"I'll be here all week."

"You should get out of the house, go visit Gramma."

"I need to, but I sure don't want to see the house when I return."

"Oh I'm sure Dad and I would get it mostly straightened up right before you get back."

"Mmmhmmm, there would be no right about it." She stares into space.

"Wanna see a movie?"

She just stares at him. "Nick, seriously? That would be nice. What's playing."

"Might be able to find Wayne's World somewhere."

"Howbout that Whoopie Goldberg, the nuns..."

"Sister Act?"

"Sister Act!"

Sister Act – since he was rather preoccupied the other time he’d been exposed to it.

Ned stays home and falls asleep watching Sports Center.

Lucky Star

Tue Sept 22, 1992

Noreen was feeling much better save some residual grunting and wheezing. She didn't want to bug Nick in case he was busy with last minute stuff but stopped by anyway and found him in Goody's office with a binder on his lap but not too busy to be excused since it was time for a breather. 

They stroll down towards the hydraulics lab, he explains, "we're just getting ready for bench needs."

"Sounds like a romp. So, later..."

"I can grab a couple burgers."

She leans in and pecks his cheek, "Mustard, pickle, NO onion, light mayo if you can?"

"You know it."

Later finds them on the couch in front of the TV for the first time in nearly a week when she was about half herself and went out of her way to show him a good time, which had bothered him some since then, that's not her sworn duty, he was there just to hang out.

She still has that same glow as yesterday, rejuvenated, and with her that comes with a hint of mischief even when she's not up to any mischief, except that she reaches beneath the couch and produces a plan black VHS case and rattles the contents with an expression that dares him to guess.

"WHAT did you just find under there."

"I found it in someone's stash of tapes a few weeks ago, been saving it." She opens the case to reveal a well-worn video cassette with a hand-printed label, she whisks it away before Nick can make out the title, but he manages to catch The World Of...somebody or such. Must be a documentary. As she loads up the VCR she invites him to stretch out and get comfy. He still had on his standard issue jeans and gray-ish golf shirt, a look that she only describes as 'preppy' but she had changed into familiar beige shorts and white floral top. Once it's rolling she lies belly down with her cheek on his chest and he habitually messes with her flaxen mop.

It starts with what looks like movie previews and he thinks it's of of HBO or such, then there's an ID for a somewhat familiar UHF channel in Chicago that he'd picked up now and then. 

"Oh channel 44", Nick offers to no response.

Then there's a card with some tree-like foliage with the words "ADULTS ONLY" in one corner, with the announcer pointing out that the following presentation is rated R and only viewable to subscribers who pay extra.

"This must be from that pay TV they had up there a few years ago."

"That is soooo interesting," she growls, bringing to mind that Ally Sheedy line from Breakfast Club that they'd watched in here recently.

"Are we adult enough to watch this?" 

Noreen just looks up at him with an expectation that he behave. Or...mis-behave? 

From the first few scenes it's obvious that this really is just for grownups, very tasteful but...familiar situations that end up involving private parts, usually with a kind of humor, but Nick doesn't always find a lot of humor in it, either way, it's fascinating. 

Over the next hour or so he may drift off a bit and so does she, but eventually there's this couple feverishly making love and the camera is never far off, and gradually he realizes Noreen stirring about.

"Getting any ideas?" she purrs.

Nick hadn't thought of this being a prelude but then he's learned that you never get what you expect so he doesn't expect much, but when you do get an opportunity it usually hits from the clear blue.

Recently she had been hinting that she wouldn't mind posing for racy photographs if he were the one behind the camera, which sounded exciting at first, but then he thought, he already has a photographic memory. Much more difficult for his mind store to fall into the wrong hands, something he didn't want to risk for an aspiring public figure. 

He starts massaging her back area and neck and gradually she massages the promised land against his thigh.

The movie ends and she kills the TV but not the VCR, just lets it go its merry way and leads him into her bedroom. They had never ended up on her bed before.

Before he knows it he's back on his back and she's on top and rubbing his shoulders. He can tell she's pretty wet, and it's the thin, ample, watery kind of wet.

After rubbing his member between her hands a few seconds she turns around, "You may need to help hold me up for this, 'kay?"

"I'll try."

She manages a convincing Yoda, enhanced by the hoarseness, "Try, not. Do, you must."

Before Nick can sigh she inserts him gently, in what some call a reverse cowgirl, pauses as if to drink it in, then begins rubbing herself. Nick realizes for the first time how she gets tighter, but just holds him inside and strums her own stuff like a banjo. 

And so this sets the rhythm.

Everything is going on around front where he can just feel it, her other hand exploring his pouch as she likes to do.  He just rubs her shoulders and tries his best to do as she asks, she's in control and he senses no need to hurry things along, it's the escape they both need before starting a new chapter.

Times like this he can't help but remember when they met, this is pretty much the best view he got of her that night, as it were. Now that same view is bobbing along to a song he can't hear, those grabbable hips his to explore, still, he has a solid elbow placed between her shoulders, gradually works the other hand around and finds her clit.

Almost right away this appears to be working, she coos approval, gasps, sways and starts chugging, it's close, she gets wild, and out of nowhere he hears a clear rendition...

"You must be my lucky starrrrr...ohhh man...*gasps*...where ever you arrre..."

And then she jerks, lets out a pretty butch moan that would be funny any other time, then goes limp.

She begins to slide down footward and he tries to prop her, his dingus pops out and bobs against her back as she gets situated once again, her head facing up against his chest and she captures his pride beneath her right arm,

"You're so good, here, fuck my armpit," as she pinches the end of it and tongues the tip best she can in that position.

So Nick blesses her wish and grinds it between her skinny arm and ribcage, somehow this is productive, she's no kind of predictable and that blond mop, he can see and rub her nips, still angry as a fresh bee sting, and for the first time in years it gushes about three feet upward, the initial glop had to have nailed her forehead with a SPLAT, but she gleefully gobs up the rest of it up just the same.

Once that's done he tries to get her to rest on him more normally and is able to keep her awake just enough to get her slimy face nuzzled up against him, two misfits, one blissful mess.

For whatever reason he recalls recently hearing that Lou Gramm track, Ready Or Not, and how he's been meaning to ask if she ever plucked that one out on the ol' bass.

Nick awakens to her nudging, "Sweetie, see what time it is." He looks around and finds glowing numbers that say 12:27. He normally heads back home an hour or so before this. Still, he foresees no problem gong back to sleep once he gets there.

The Incinerator

Goddard Elementary was built by a Roosevelt program in the 1930s and featured a smokestack out of the same brick but just a tad taller than the two-story building. During the six years of Nick's tenure there, two runs in kindergarten then through fourth, he realized the typical aroma was from the custodians shoving in all the single-serve milk cartons from their lunch.

Nick also wondered why there was never a rumor, at least that he heard, that bad kids ended up going in there. Guess that would be hard to sell unless a student were to suddenly disappear and so forth.

So instead of paying for trash service they would just throw it beneath the smokestack, sometimes even during recess so that everyone in the neighborhood on the edge of town could inhale milk cartons.

At one point Nick asked his mom if the name Goddard has to do with the God at church. She said she'd have to look into it but never did.

There were lots of people that she would mention over the years that had started attending services, were getting married, having surgery, going on a trip.

Others would just disappear and the trail would just dry up. 

These people just vanished into thin air, just like the milk cartons.

Sometimes individuals would come without their spouse. Sometimes they would be there every Sunday. For a while. Then you realize you haven't seen them for a while. Nobody usually knew why.

Those waxy milk cartons had things to read on them, sometimes a joke, sometimes a fact. College Knowledge.

Sometimes couples would attend for a while then you'd hear they were getting divorced, and you don't see them there again but might run into one of them at the grocery. If you see one of those across a parking lot you just acknowledge them and don't say much else. He or she looks different now.

They used to have high school kids help out in the elementary cafeterias, years later Nick realized as an OWE kind of thing. One of them was a cool dude who would tell Nick he did a good job for eating all of his tray that day. That dude was only around a few times then disappeared.

When Nick's parents changed churches most of the congregation would naturally go poof once they lost touch.

Once you get to high school you can have chocolate milk in one of those little cartons. At some point he realized they no longer used the incinerator, that dank smell was no longer in the air when the wind blew from the school, probably decided the smoke was not a good idea and they should just have the cartons hauled away.

In his junior year he cracked up one of the cooler teachers by pointing out that the plain milk cartons proudly proclaimed HOMO MILK in bold letters by a carton designer who obviously, either didn't understand their target demographic or won one hell of a bet.

Ready Freddie

Mon Sept 21, 1992

It's eerily quiet in the Tech Building. The orientations have come and gone, the incoming herd is, well, about halfway impressive as usual, by now he can subconsciously spot the ones that will be around next term. At least this time around he hasn't picked out anyone as overtly flaky as they've had in his time there, but then, first impressions are often like that.

It all starts on Wednesday 8 am, he'll get here by 7:15, to keep ahead of the unexpected. Nick is happy to keep things going as they always have, as he's come to know and respect, and so is their little corner of the school. He's still coming to terms with being on his side of that desk in an official capacity. A professional. Working retail makes you somewhat professional, this is a real professional, except not the suit-wearing kind, but what used to be khakis and collared shirts, now jeans and collared shirts. They had issued engraved name tags to all the faculty and staff that will be worn for the first couple of weeks of fall term.

Fall. It's the first day of Autumn.

Nick has his little boombox tuned to 106 that he can get thanks to an old TV antenna on the roof whose twin-lead feedline made its way to his office one day, when the building was especially desolate, in turn, thanks to finding the wire fish to get it rerouted through the drop-ceiling with a few climbs of the ladder. Sue had wondered into the adjoining classroom while he was up there; his ears felt warm at first until she just smiled and glowed that he was keeping busy before asking if he'd seen Alfred.

The boombox hasn't left the building since he was a student. 

Student. Recent days had granted a lot of time to ponder how much he still has to learn, about technology, radio, life. Things with Noreen never seemed so certain, well, at least emotionally, but he had no idea if he needed to buy a ring at some point, if she wanted to keep her independence and grant him his, he had no desire to be with anyone else, but still.

Sometimes Nick packs a lunch, his space was comfy and generally private, at least for now. He had discovered the joy of freezing a sammich the night before then if he let it thaw in his desk it was perfectly crisp by the time he needed it most. Even if he ended up at the cafeteria or snack bar he could just pop it in the staff fridge. Perfect crime. The fridge at home has the variety pack of lunch meats, this time its pimento loaf and old-fashioned loaf. Was there ever a time way back when it was just loaf? Then a slice of Colby Jack and a stripe of yellow mustard. Much better than pink mustard.

He had been tempted to dig out an old portable TV he'd spotted at a garage sale during a bike that time, when he had bee-lined home to grab fifteen bucks, all the time reasoning whether it's better to ride back then try to walk with his bike, then duh, it would fit in an old backpack, but does he have time to find the backpack? Someone might grab it before he can get back.

Opting to just jump in the car for the five block trip he claims his prize, after the lady assured him she could have set it back for a while, if he'd just asked, oh well. The tag said "works" but it's seen better days. The VHF knob is missing and it has no AC power cord. He got it onto the bench and found an old AC lamp cord with plug in a box of wires, then used pliers to twist the leads into the male fins that would accept the original plug, then took a breath and turned away to power it up.

In the absence of a devastating explosion he saw the little monochrome screen come to life with tiny pin-prick snowflakes. It lives. After finagling with the telescopic antenna and employing some channel-locks to kerchunk it to the UHF selector, he was able to get a decent copy on the closest signal, a PBS station running Sesame Street on a nice afternoon.

Nick had not really gotten much use out of that little guy, it would be OK to have it in his office but seemed a bit over the line, even if he kept it secret. Not much on to watch during weekdays anyhow. It would have been fun to have it in the tent recently, but they were with a group and, well, seems they had far better things to do there in the tent.

Their time alone is never a guarantee and deep down that was comforting.

He consumes his sandwich while playing solitaire on the Model 25 and its 14 inch monitor. He keeps the settings as loose as possible: unlimited deals, one card at a time, undo. The idea is to beat it each deal if at all possible, re-deal when needed, not just see how far he can get three cards at a time.

He had been through a couple redeals and was crumpling up a HoHo wrapper when someone appears at his door holding her shoes in a bid to sneak in.

Before Nick even comprehends her identity Noreen warns in a gravely patter, "Don't get near me yet." She looks tired but well presented as he's ever seen. Her voice is kinda hot this way unfortunately.

"Are you contagious?" 

"Fever has been down since last night but let's not chance it babe. Good to see you finally."

"Glad you're on your feet, you enjoy the ambush don't you?"

"Best part of the day so far and you know it."

"So you're gonna hit your meetings?"

"Yeah I'll try to keep isolated. Anything going on here?"

"Trying to beat this hand," nodding toward the screen.

She looks toward the hallway and lowers her voice, "Well don't beat anything else, once I fight this bug off you'll be fighting me off." She always seems to know how to make the point with her eyes and he has to look away.

"I'll be sure to eat my wheaties." He manages to glance back at her and she quickly hitches an eyebrow and giggles, no need to say what she's thinking.

"Well, I'm gonna go camp out," as she slips her flats back on.

"Stop by later and tell me how it goes."

"I'll at least try to call. Behave." With a wink she darts out of view, impish as ever.

At home he had gotten the Icom situated, inconspicuously grounded to the bathroom cold water feed and ready to transmit, been practicing with the keyer and paddle and starting to prefer it over a straight key. Perfectionists are always panged at the slightest deviation from how things should be, and the keyer made such nice characters and he could always tell those on the air who use one, that's how he wanted to come across, except, without all the little farts and shits that plague when he practices. He doesn't even know his call sign yet.

Also hitting is the fact that he didn't know for sure what form his call sign would take or which license he would have, he forgot to ask on Saturday, but at least he knew what all he could do with it. Goody was eager to get onto the repeaters and check into nets, but Nick just wanted to get onto the big bands. He might try the 28 MHz segment where he can do sideband at least and not have to fumble with code right away. And then there are plenty of beginners in that patch of 7 MHz that would find him a mutual sound for sore ears for the awkward debut with code.

Certain things were finally also making sense, regarding their alone time. Carnality had always seemed detached of purpose, however, the paved road that gets you to the Promised Land was not always a road, sometimes it really did just magically appear before you, or else, maybe you get transported, magically, either way, it's magic.

The last time he hung out with Noreen was last Thursday night, they just heated some stuff up in her old microwave and ate, she was slightly distant, at the time he thought she had her mind in the upcoming quarter term, but in retrospect she was probably in the first stages of infection, or at least susceptible to it, he had never seen her so focused, nearly consumed. She hadn't been able to straighten up her space as she normally would and he knew better than to offer to help.

They sat next to each other and she couldn't seem to find anything to watch so it landed on Wheel and Jeopardy then reruns. She leaned on him, dozed off, twitched a few times then out of nowhere started feeling his groin. He waited for what seemed an eternal two and a half minutes to start feeling around on her side but she didn't seem to react, keeping her face out of view. She ended up digging him out of the jeans he'd worn to work, pulled up his shirt and finished him off manually onto his bare belly then fished out one of the towels she kept stashed for this kind of situation.

She started to put him back together, then he completed that task and then once again got comfy on his arm. 

"I guess I owe you one then?" He finally asked.

"Can I just doze off a few more times before you go?"

And so that was their evening, bless her heart.

He would be happy with just these snacks, but it seems with a woman things will often go the long yard and she'll take you where you never could have imagined, the full course meal, just gotta go with the moment. 

Be ready.

Ready Freddie. Crazy Lil’ Thing Called Love (yeah-yeah).

Fireworks at Hector's

Monday July 4, 1988

Nick and Tim head toward the fishing pond at good ol' Happy Hector's.

"So did you miss me during the fireworks?" Tim asks in a leading tone, having been a tad preoccupied all morning, and not just his normal fidgety always-on-the-move wannabe jock pain in the ass kind of thing.

"Figured you'd found a group of peers with which to hang."

"Not exactly. Well, did you see me take a walk with Pam?"

Nick nearly stops walking. "Do I want to know where this is going?"

"You don't have a choice."

Nick just sighs, the sun shines but he clouds up inside.

"So...we both had to go the the restrooms at the same time, or she said she did, who knows, and she kept making comments, like how someone's bratwurst still looked good even though she just ate, and kept asking stuff, if I was seeing anyone...mentioned she's just now starting to bounce back after the divorce, could use some company..."

They get to the gate for the ponds which is unlocked. Since Tim is 18 they have no cause to be hassled by the old fart who likes to badger everyone, unless they were to get too close to bridge end where all dem bigguns seem to be, so they head to the sweet spot where you can cast that way and not draw fire.

Nick thinks back to noticing the shape of the fly swatter in the popup camper. Far as he can remember there was always the same all-plastic swatter in the camper with a crack in it, but it still worked and he liked to crack at flies with it as a boy and then stare at it just to wonder why it's shaped the way it is, who designed it?

They had pulled in to Hectors Friday night and would head out later today.

Tim starts back in, "She mentions she doesn't really care for fireworks, they hurt her head, but I'd be welcome to stop by her camper."

Nick is full of forebode. "So this is why you hit the shower?"

"Hey I felt grimy."

"Your FACE is grimy."

A man and his grandsons wander up and ask about the fishing and so the boys offer some observations, then as soon as they are clear, 

"All I had to do was play it cool till most of you's were out in the field then, did ya notice how her door is facing the woods back thee?"

"How convenient." Nick had watched the fireworks with his folks, who seemed closer than usual lately, carnality just seemed plain carnal. Nick had gone through a dull ache of a funk during the initial heat wave and came out hungry for meaning and finding very little, a season of change all around but he was some fly in amber.

"Convenient ain't the word for it. So she has the windows open, blinds closed, smells nice, she had washed up too."

It was at this point where the mixed sentiments really started to duke it out, one one hand, she was just a bit older than their mom, on the other hand....

"She leads me inside with a smile, kisses me, and it's like the usual with a girl except...well older women are softer, but it's all there, they like the same stuff. She had excused herself from the fireworks with everyone, I think they really do mess with her head, so we had some time, let's just say she took matters into her hands and got stuff all over her neck and chest." Nick hadn't noticed that Pam was especially well endowed upstairs but this is more, maybe Huey Lewis said best, she's Heart and Soul, so he pictured a decent tanlined (and droopy) set of freckled Cs and left it at that, really didn't care to picture any further embellishments, as it were.

Nick just stares out at his bobber, which he'd gladly change places with, jumping in vain in the light breeze, it was most likely too bright and warm to get a bite but here they are. Might drag for cats next, should have thought of that sooner, but this was just too much.

"SO we laid there for a bit, talked some, she kept messing with it, she had thought it through - remember that, son, older women always have a plan."

"I don't think I'll forget this anytime soon, don't worry."

"She wanted to build it up again, so she could, you know, ride into the sunset."

Nick saw no point in further resistance. "So she looks good naked?"

"Well the lights were down of course but she really does...enchanting..those dark eyes." Tim kinda stares into the shimmering water through his aviators. Nick had just thought of her as one of the folks who sits around the campfire with the adults and hadn't really noticed except she seemed to have tan legs in those capris. 

"So how long did you stick around?"

"Well we just chilled out till most folks were settled in then I slipped along the trees and over to the playground to look at the stars, tried to get her to join me but she was too tired - wink wink"

"Yeah tired of YOUR ass."

"Hey raise your hand if you got it last night? Anyone? Yeah, thought so."

"I take it Mom hasn't caught on? I don't wanna be around..."

"Hey, I said I hung out and then went to the playground to think about life, that was that."

Nick got a missed nibble on the tightline and Tim never wet a hook. 

"But...Pam even came to the little church thing with us yesterday."

Tim takes a pause, "Yeah I was there too remember?"

"Right but we, well, we have to be there, she was there...willingly."

"What's that got to do with it?"

Nick didn't know. "I didn't think, you know, adults, played around."

"Oh they do."

"Can she get pregnant?" Nick was startled at himself for asking this. 

Tim just kinda chuckled, "Nope, she made it clear early on that wasn't possible. She didn't seem to want to talk about her kids, they are about our age but this was her getaway."

"Hmm." Nick's thoughts finally caught up with the fact that this strange fantasy is now a familiar, and somewhat welcoming, reality and fact.

Also welcoming, at first, was some relief of cloud cover was now looking grayer and they could smell rain, so Nick bundled up and they head back toward camp, but Nick needed to process this, so he hurries to a vacant playground tile to wait it out.

To his knowledge Tim has seen some action here and there but this was probably the big one, right before he hits boot camp in a few days. The strangest thing about this is how this could have been hidden, or how most stories like this are plain full of shit, this was an honest account of an honest encounter that could have only taken place when the rest of the world was out of earshot staring up at a cloudless summer sky.

Right as the rain starts to let up some kids end up tile hopping and end up at the other end of his, they are wet and smelly so he beelines to a shelter, but by now it's time to re-enter the prime timeline.

It's not time to tear down yet so Tim heads to the pool and Nick jumps on the bike, at first avoiding Pam's site but he feels he needs to face this. He makes the approach and his feet almost forget where the pedals are. He's hoping she stays out of sight but happens to walk around her camper, sees him and smiles, he slows a bit and smiles too, they both know a secret. 

"See you next year, Nick."

Seemingly on autopilot he answers, "See ya."

This was the first time he'd spoken to her since his mom had introduced them at the campfire Friday night. 

He rides away and it hits him, would it be his turn, next year? 

Seems in earlier years, the smell of campfires held a certain mystique, a call to romance, but now, it’s just burning wood. Heh.

At some point Nick asks his brother if he'd gotten her number. "I asked once, she just walked her fingers across my chest and I think brought up the Cards."

Anna Sumption

Sept 1986

It's hot in the Midwest, and dry, and no one has hope in the Cubs. Even on the 2nd day of life at JHS Nick is convinced that he's in good shape with Mr. Heilermann for Physical Science, seems he teaches all but one section of it and the other teacher doesn't care much for freshmen.

Nick had been feeling slightly ill, as if coming down with a mild cold, his mom said it was probably allergies, though he'd never been diagnosed, but a lot had been going on and he'd insisted on wearing socks and a T-shirt that came packaged with some blank cassettes, both of which contained too much polyester to be comfortable, in an effort to cut across the pretentious tendency of folks to dress up at the beginning of the school year.

After after pulling down the screen and asking for help pulling shades and cutting the lights, Heil flips on a slide projector that produces the color image of a rather fashionable young woman, right out of a catalog, moderately made up, intense gaze peering into the middle area of the room with the student desks all surrounded by those black lab tables with the cabinets and gas taps.

Her hair is unnaturally darker at the roots but not by much, color reminds Nick of Golden Grahams cereal. Eyes are that shade between blue and green that you can't define; she belongs to no one but herself, the kind that sings at the youth talent gatherings and you see always talking to the leader types.

The shot is only waist up but there's obviously quite a body involved. After pausing a few seconds to a few reactions here and there, a subdued wolf whistle, approving groans and girls whispering, Heil starts in, "Let me introduce you to Miss Sumption, first name Anna....Anna Sumption."

Into Nick's mind pops Anna Sumptuous but before he can get tempted to say it out loud Fred Bauer pipes up,

"Can I get her number, or...."

"You don't want it. She'll make a fool of you," Heil fires back.

"Wouldn't' be the first time..."

"Nor the last either, alright, listen up - I think you know where I'm going with this, yes I consult with my wife and daughter to find an image that grabs the attention of guys for obvious reasons and the gals for other reasons, someone you might want to talk to, or just look at, or maybe spite, whatever. In science it's easy to take things the wrong way at first, we have to keep asking questions, get past first impressions. You may look at this young lady and assume she's consumed with fashion, or power, or whatever her image may impress upon you. In reality she was hired by JCPenny to help point out how their in-store salon can help bring together a look along with their wardrobe, shoes -

One of the girls coughs, "K-MART" and gets a mixed reaction.

"Yeah yeah, and obviously, modeling is not my game but we all have a purpose in life. Our purpose is to get to the truth, not rely purely on assumptions. Now, we'll see that in science we do have to make assumptions, but they have their place - don't ever forget that."

Heil then flips off the projector light, leaving the fan on, then asks for the lights and shades to revert to their previous state.

Normally Nick doesn't have problems with distraction in a science class but that stock photo brought someone roaring back right when he needed his mind to take notes.

Sometime the previous year a younger couple began appearing in the Sunday morning service. Each week it seemed Irene had grown more interested in them, they're engaged and planning to get married at the church soon, Brad and Jennifer; he is taking business classes at the tech and she is a hairdresser at Pennys. It seemed these two usually got there right before service started, with her walking slightly out in front and holding his arm and then afterward never around longer than a few quick, passing conversations.

One week Nick got to talking to Brad while Jennifer was in the restroom, Nick was already interested in the electronics program at the 'twig' (branch campus, get it?), Brad really liked it there and had played some ball for the college league, not too tall but had a decent build.

It wasn't long before she bounces up to him, grabs his arm, and says something just for him to hear. Brad finishes his sentence as she looks around briefly then glances back at Nick and he swears, out of the corner of his eye she takes a longer look that could be interpreted as approval, right before Brad reaches for a handshake, good to meet you, we're joining her parents for lunch so see you soon.

Not long after that Nick's own folks are ready to head home, so they do, and it's not till after lunch, during the time when Ned and Irene always nap in place, holding down their recliners on a rainy afternoon, Tim is already down the street in someone's basement, Nick closes his bedroom door and bunkers down.

Just what the hell was that look she gave? In that short dress, well put together, as a stylist should be, he hadn't really checked her out, she's almost married and married is out of bounds, but then...almost, so does it count to explore the possibilities, that aren't remotely possible, at least by conventional wisdom, but to the mind's eye, is she fair game, up until their wedding?

When she floated up to Brad as she did that short beige dress knew just what to do, sheeeeeer energeee, it's all a conspiracy against his better conscience. He almost put on his dub of the Van Halen tape to play through the first side with Drop Dead Legs but prefers to keep things quiet in this kind of situation, especially with so many loose ends.

He fishes out a folded paper towel from the mattress and tries starting out with his usual haunts, girls at school who might be accessible if things lined up right, no idea how that would happen, in the shower, on a clandestine couch, someone's shed...in the church...loft? Fantasies are songs; fading in and out of their own world for a few moments at a time.

Then out of nowhere, just as the power curve started to show up, Jennifer floats in with that suspicious look, show me what ya got, the little beige dress is nowhere in sight but her bra, one of those you see when thumbing through a Sears or Penny's catalog and her hose still on, she's glad to take it into her mouth and from there it's fireworks.

Upon awakening Nick wonders if the wedding is for church folks or just friends and family.

This question fades into the first part of the week, until Wednesday when Irene mentions she and Ned are going, they'd like it if he would too, but thankfully Ned is there to intervene and gives him the choice of some seasonal yard work for a few extra bones. 

That's the answer.

Brad and Jennifer take off for their honeymoon then Nick never sees them again nor hears any mention until the following spring, when word gets around that she has run off to Chicago with someone and they are divorcing.

Professor Darling

Sunday Sept 20, 1992

Sometimes nothing hits the spot like a project, or at least a semblance of one, and as an homage of sorts to the Morse Code test he'd just aced, he'd spent most of the last evening then since breakfast fumbling about with a C program to, well, do something with Morse Code.

He thought it would be cool to type a letter and have it beep the code, but it proved beyond reach to set the length of the beeps. But the real itch was to have a library that set the dots and dashes for each letter, each number, each character. Seems this could eventually lead to some kind of wiring with the radio, but for now, he had the VAX to himself so time to play.

Eventually it got to the point of typing in a character, say, B and the printout comes back as,

******************************          **********          **********          **********

which will do nicely for a start.

All through this time, something mentioned in the computer lab while they got him set up, he'd been seen with the English instructor, didn't she date one of the Math professors a couple years ago?  Nick didn't think so, his gal had been away from the campus, otherwise she would have had to avoid him or lightning would have struck much sooner than it had.

Still.

It wouldn't go away.

Falling asleep was difficult last night. He didn't want to call her until later today to rest up and heal up before one of the biggest weeks of her career. Not that it would matter if she'd been seeing someone, but it didn't fit what she'd related, and what had always made sense, all these months, the moments, the times, the laughs. Even the love, he was starting to come to terms with.

He'd found himself increasingly tempted to call her that moment to clear things up, but didn't, turned on the TV, nothing on, turned on the rig, then thought duh, jazz. Maybe she had already fallen asleep to jazz.

For Nick he jazz did its trick and he drifted off in a state of suspended disbelief.

Morning came to the smell of breaky cooking so he wandered downstairs, pecked his mom on the cheek, she asks him what's wrong, he shrugged it off as trying to get a program to work.

"Are you sure honey? Have you talked to our Noreen?"

"Not yet, trying to let her rest."

"She'll be fine, you know that."

He did. Still.

So the rest of the morning he had gotten the C code to do his bidding but it seemed a hollow victory.

So he hops on the bike for the standard tour, then some side streets, but he can't shake it.

Gets home and picks up the cordless, fully charged, then heads out to the front steps and dials her.

After three and a half rings, a sleepy voice, "hello?"

"Hey, how's the patient?"

"Glad to awaken to your voice."

"Sorry, didn't mean -"

"It's okay, *ah-HHEMM*, sorry, actually this thing is running its course, fever down, mostly slept since you called yesterday. Sandy brought some soup, bless her heart."

"Well that's good, will you be ready for the world?"

"I have to be. But will the world be ready for ME?"

"I don't see how it ever will babe."

"We'll make up for the lost weekend, after the term settles into a groove."

"Yeah."

Pause. "Don't sound so enthused there."

"Sorry, just...um...."

"What's going on?"

Pauses. "I have to ask you something."

"Anything."

"Well, when i stopped by the campus yesterday I had to ask the computer lab geeks for a password, and one of them thought you had dated Professor Darling."

All Nick hears is a mix of coughing and laughter.

"You OK?"

"Are you SERIOUS?"

"Yeah one of them thought it was you."

"Oh please, Mr. Marvelous? Have you ever met that guy?"

"No, but...is he the real tall one, kinda like that dude from Carol Burnett?"

"Yeap, he's our own Lyle Wagoner, gets around too, sheesh, I swear that guy tries for everything he can get his hands on..."

"OHHHH...I didn't know, never heard that particular gossip."

"Sweetie it sounds like someone is either pulling your leg or full of shit."

"If not both." Nick feels like an asshole.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know...."

"Babe don't worry about it, it's hilarious, I mean, he is pretty good looking, if you're into that type, but no way, I like my lab geek." He could hear the smile in her voice.

"Will you be around tomorrow?"

"Don't know yet, I may have to miss a meeting or two but someone will get me notes.

After a few minutes they wrap up and she vows to sleep, he to ride some more and do whatever sounds good.

Nick takes another bike ride and ponders what to do about Alan, that weird little bearded fellow who brought up the whole Darling thing.

As the cooler breeze sets in he watches some Funniest Home Videos while poking around the VAX filesystem, just because he can.