Usually she was the youngest one at the party.
She too knew what it was all about, and had some experience at wild petting parties. The girl next door, Sally McIvers, was a year older than Angie. The kids were a couple of years older, but Angie’s nicely developing figure gave her the look of a 15 year old, and certainly she did know what it was all about even if she had not really done anything yet. She was out most evenings, leaving Angie to “play” with the other kids on the street. She had a new boyfriend that she was trying to catch, so she frankly had not much time to think about a niece–who she did not really want around, anyway. Well, not much anyway.Īunt Millie was a new divorcee. Those summers, Angie’s mother had been overseas on business, and auntie’s house was a convenient place to park her where she would not get into any trouble. This was more or less an annual affair, having happened at least twice before. That summer, after school was through, Angie was sent to Wisconsin to visit her aunt. The boys of the same age were a couple of years behind the girls in development. A few of the girls were already full-busted, though these few were at a distinct disadvantage–their thrusting titties gave the look of being fully sexually aware, and mostly, they were by no means ready for any kind of mature behavior. Certainly they were all sex conscious, with budding breasts, spreading hips, a new growth of pretty pubic curls. The other girls were approaching sexual maturity, some faster than others. Not thinking anything about it, I put it into my pocket.Īt thirteen, Angie was not very different from all the other eighth graders. As we were leaving, the girl gave me a slip of paper. We started to get into a conversation, and then wouldn’t you know - dad said all looked okay and that we should go. She seemed to be into computers, and music (which was my pastime I was programming in three different languages, and enjoyed computer music/synthesizers). My dad started to play with the controls, as I just scanned my eyes around the room. She invited us in, and let us go to the thermostat. We told her that we had worked on the air conditioner, and wanted to check to make sure that it was cooling her apartment. A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door. After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on the door. When we got there, we found that there was a leak on the roof, and that it would require only a small soldering job, along with filling up the unit with more Freon. We’d went to the apartment manager’s office to get the work order, and then proceeded to the apartment. Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to help him. Well, one day there was a problem with the air conditioner in apartment #2301. Occasionally, we’d have to go into the apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool down the apartments. I’d go with him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon, swapping out compressors, etc.
One of his clients was the apartment complex next to the high school I was going to. Needless to say, this left me with an idle curiosity of women as a whole.Īs I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him he ran an air conditioning business on the side. Seemed like some of them used used “fuck” for every other word coming out of their mouths. So, by the age of 13, I had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing some glances at the magazines that they had there. Interestingly enough, I went a number of times with my dad to his favorite hangout a friend of his operated a gas station that was frequented by truckers. As most kids were chumming around with others, I ended up spending most of my time at home, or with my dad or uncles. My childhood was not your normal, typical childhood.