She had managed to get herself a job in the village at the local garage. She would be serving petrol and doing the accounts. Well, entering the invoic...es and takings in Stan's big book. Stan owned the garage in the middle of the village, with its two electric petrol pumps and the new workshop behind them. The old wooden buildings were still there to one side, used for storage and garaging for the taxis, but for 1958 this was all very modern. When she wasn't doing the books or serving petrol, she. I was still stretched out in the bed when she got out of the shower. She had always admired my 6ft 2 muscular frame. Not so much my five inches which had now shrivelled down to one. She had told me she’d like me to shave it, so it would appear bigger, but I feared the reaction of my football team-mates in the shower. Today, she didn’t go there, nor did she get back into bed. “Let's go for a drive”.We had been driving for forty minutes before I got to the lakeshore. This had been a favourite. The only happy faces I saw were that off Shelby, and my best friend who I had always considered a brother, Leo Peterson, well…Leo had more of a permanent scowl, so you had to read his eyes more, and to me, his eyes were smiling. They both greeted me and we sat down as soon as the bell rang for class to begin, and before the teacher walked in, I rested my head on the desk and fell asleep.I was woken around lunch time by Shelby who I had promised to eat lunch with. We headed to the roof, which. I bent them back straight... then I bent my left forearm into a circle. As long as I went slowly, it didn't hurt at all, and my arm bent like rubber. I smiled, and started bending it back. Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. My heart snak to the pit of my stomach as I realised that Drew had come back almost immediately aafter emptying the bucket. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked. I turned around and looked at her, then smiled and said "I'm putting myself back to.