Author's note:
I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smaller portions both for ease in posting and for reader consumption. That said... I hope you enjoy this long winded tale. It is a true story, all of this really did happen.
Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim.
Being Jim Ch.6 Lessons of Life
By Frodov
This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day.
Sometimes to better understand the "whole", the big picture in its present state you must pick a thread and follow it back through the weave to earlier times or events, to see the interactions that colored that thread or created it. Often one thread is formed from multiple smaller connected threads, much like the cloth is woven from many threads. But isn't that life? This story reaches back to my time in college. I was working full time mostly in a part time job delivering pizzas to pay for my gas and insurance to allow me to commute to and from school and home. Remember this all happened before cell phones and the internet, cable TV was still in its infancy. The 80's big hair bands, big hair, a different time.
- Part Five -
The next morning was a blur as far as I can remember. I know I got up earlier than usual so that I could get the animals fed and tended before I headed off to town to Join Jules and the rest, especially Michelle, to get the teachers' house painted. Well, the apartment anyway, according to Jules there were going to be seven or eight total not counting Maggie and Penny. Of course the teachers wouldn't be doing any painting but I would be sure to get enough doughnuts for them as well. I got lucky with the doughnuts, it had been a slow morning at the doughnut shop and the girl at the counter cut me a deal giving me the second dozen of mixed at half price. Yes I made certain that at least a third of the doughnuts were custard filled. When I asked about a bag of mixed doughnut holes she winked and threw them in for free. Wow! What? Wait... she winked at me? I wasn't sure what to think about that, anyway I smiled and paid my ticket and headed on to the teachers' house.
It looked like there was a block party or something going on when I pulled up to the house that morning with all the cars and trucks parked in front of Maggie and Penny's house. Michelle saw me pull up as she stood in the open garage talking to Jules and another girl that could only be Sam I thought, Michelle waved and skipped down to the curb to meet me. She seemed to positively glow. Oh how I wanted to just sweep her up into my arms and hold her tight. How I wanted to taste those lips again, I know it had only been a week since I had last seen her but it seemed like a lifetime. I would have too, or more likely I would have had to catch Michelle as she would have leapt onto me but we were both self conscious of all the eyes on us. Jules and Sam and two others standing in the open garage watching our every move I know for a fact and I'm sure there were others watching as well but my eyes were locked on Michelle so everything else was background. Stopping beside my driver side door, Michelle stood smiling.
"Hi." She said as I opened the door and got out.
"Good morning beautiful." I returned with a goofy grin of my own.
"Need a hand?" Michelle asked as I reached back into my truck cab to collect the boxes of doughnuts and a bag of doughnut holes.
"Sure, great... thanks." I responded as Michelle relieved me of one of the boxes of doughnuts. I made sure she got the one with the majority of the custard filled. We walked up the driveway to the garage where Jules and company were assembling paint rollers on long sticks and checking brushes and pans.
"Great, bout time you showed up farm boy." Jules chided me with a grin. The girl standing next to her could have been Jules' sister they were dressed and had such similar appearances. But whereas Jules was flat as a board in the chest department the other girl was very well endowed indeed. Her faded and worn tee shirt could barely restrain he sweater puppies and it was obvious to even a blind man that she had hardware pierced and mounted in her nipples... barbells of some sort if I were to speculate without actually seeing them. It was really hard NOT to stare and the elbow in my side made it very clear that it was obvious and did not go unnoticed by everyone else. Jules just grinned that knowing leering signature grin of hers and Michelle introduced us.
"Sam... this is Jim. Jim... Sam... Samantha, my roommate." Michelle said giving me the stink eye for my wayward eyes. Sam crossed her arms in front her, under her breasts, making it that much more of an eye catching danger zone... for me... and grinned an all too familiar grin. I'll be damned... she even grinned like Jules. The dirty worn baseball cap over a head of straight brown hair cut in an almost boyish fashion, her entire right ear pierced from top to bottom with multiple studs and rings in it. She had a pierced nostril on the left side of her nose with a little sparkly stud in it. I will say this though, she had a dazzling smile that distracted from her deep chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that lit up when she saw the bag of doughnut holes I was carrying.
"So this is 'him'?" Sam said looking me up and down but returning to that bag of doughnut holes. "I finally get to meet this guy that someone just keeps on and on about. Jeez! Just looks like a normal guy to me Chelle... But he must be pretty cool... he brought doughnut holes!" She said with a grin. I smiled and handed the bag to her winning me a wink and an even bigger smile. About that time Penny appeared at the kitchen door, uncharacteristically dressed, in an old faded button down cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, faded Capri jeans with a bandana taming her hair tied up like a bonnet. After greeting me she told Jules that Sandy, Beth and Karen, the other three girls working for Jules' had said that the plastic had been spread on the floor and we could bring the paint in to get started when she was ready. I passed my box of doughnuts to Penny and grabbed a couple cans of paint to carry inside.
We brought everything through the kitchen and then down the plastic covered stairs to the front door landing and then on down to the basement. Maggie and Penny had cleared the projection table in the 'classroom' and had set out some cups and a coffee maker. The doughnuts were put on the table and Penny went over to the corner where the chairs and bookshelf was to turn on the stereo. She put in an old eight track tape with even older music on it. Apparently she and Maggie liked music from the sixties. The first song to come blasting out of the speakers was Sugar Sugar by the Archie's... Penny started shimmying and twisting, snapping her fingers dancing in place, bobbing her head from side to side with the beat. Michelle sidled over to her and joined in, both smiling at one another as they danced. When the singers began singing, of course they joined right in as well... belting out the lyrics...
"Sugar, ah honey honey...
You are my candy girl...
And you got me wanting you...
Honey, ah sugar sugar...
You are my candy girl...
And you've got me wanting you!"