"First time, yeah." Second?" Nic -, um, my friend, my lover, always says second is better. I last longer." How many times have you had her?" Beth aske...d in honest curiosity. "I mean, come on, 'always'?" Yeah," said Pete, laughing. "Okay, we've fucked maybe a dozen times, managed twice on maybe six or so of those occasions." Quick recovery?" said Beth."Pretty quick, yeah. Why all the questions?" I've had an idea." Whoopee," said Sal, "Beth's had an idea." Shut up. Yeah, I thought maybe Pete could. "Morning Malcolm, look sorry for the surprise but there's no work today. Seems like there was a issue dealing with the ordering of jobs. No ground work was done yet. So you can stay home for today. Should be ready Monday. Sorry about that." No, that's ok I understand sir...ok, thank you. Bye"Ok, that was unexpected but whatever i guess. Seems today I can lay back a bit, maybe get a massage, my back has been killing me from all the manual labour at work. With a second mental nod, I went online. Carmen felt ready to go home defeated, but as she put on her jacket to leave, Charles stopped her. “Are you bored or something? Well I am too. Let’s get out of here…there’s something I want to show you.” Charles took Carmen’s hand and they walked back towards campus, towards the gymnasium. “How are we going to get in?” “I’m the captain. I have the keys. The coach trusts me.” They walked into the empty gymnasium and even in the pitch black Carmen could feel the emptiness. Charles turned on some. Oh, I could go on for a long time telling of my Pa's many abilities and achievements. He did have one shortcoming though, he could not cook. I believe whoever said, "He can't boil water without burning it," was talking about my father. My Pa was the poster child for such a saying.Ma always shooed him out of the kitchen every time he took it into his head to help her with the cooking. Sometimes his feelings got hurt because he always seemed to forget what happened the few times he did help Ma.