That evening, over some cracked conch and fries from the cafe and rum-and-cokes, Kjem and Beth talked about the impending arrival of his stuff from the states. They went through his manifest, and pretty quickly could see that there really wasn't much preparation needed in the house, just a few remaining pictures and generic things needed to come down to make room for his personal stuff. The biggest thing was that he did have a nice coffee bar and machine, but all that needed to go to make room was a wine rack in the kitchen. The bulk of his stuff was sports equipment, tools, and office material. The office was no problem, he had lots of space in his office in the quad, and frankly didn't need much of anything else.
The sports equipment and tools were another matter. He had his dive gear, of course, and a bike or two,... or three. Ok, it was actually four. The biggest part of it, at least the heaviest, was his tools. It was clear that he was going to have to fix up the old boathouse to serve as his workshop. He had his giant toolbox. And basic workshop hand tools. And a grinder, vise, and collection of power tools. And bins of screws, bolts, and spare parts. Oh, and bike-specific tools. And then some dive gear tools. And the more he talked about it with Beth, the more, er, embarrassed he was about it. He had a lot of tools. Rather than putting it in storage, setting up the boathouse as a workshop was going to be a high priority.
The next morning Beth had class, and was up and out early, so after his morning coffee Kjem headed straight to the shop. It was cluttered and disorganized, lots of leaves, scraps and junk, and a lot of stuff that wasn't anything Kjem could use.
It seemed like the place to start was a call to Facilities.
"Hello, Facilities, this is Marge. How can I help?"
"Hello? This is Kjem, over at the Palm Beach house. I'm going to be clearing out the boathouse shop here, is there someone I can talk to about what to do with the stuff I pull out and don't need? There's a fair bit of boat parts and paraphernalia, including an old motor, wood scraps and plywood, pipes, and so forth."
"Oh, hey, Kjem. It's nice to meet you, well sort of meet you. Hope mentioned you'd probably be giving us a call about this some time, I don't know why they didn't have that building cleared out before you got here. Are you ready to start right away? Today? The forecast is good, why don't you start pulling things out, and make separate stacks of different kinds of things there in front of the barn doors by the back road. I'll have someone out tomorrow morning, if you're ready, to help and haul away what you don't want to keep, we have storage over here."
"That's be fantastic!" replied Kjem. "It's nice to sort-of meet you, too, Marge!"
So Kjem opened up the hatch windows and doors on the shop and spend the day pulling things out. He laid the things he wanted to keep to the side, on a deck on the front of the shop. Mostly tools, some saw horses, nice bits of wood, two kayaks and their gear, fishing equipment that looked to be in good shape, some tarps and sun sails. There were also some small parts bins; these he left to sort through later, except one that was boat engine parts, which he hauled out. The things he figured were trash he piled up in one spot; scraps of wood too small to be useful, PVC pipe and plastic, a bin of used and rusty fasteners, and a clearly non-functional air compressor. He made piles of things that he thought Facilities would want to keep; lots of boat parts, including a small outboard engine, some old shutters, power tools and hand tools he didn't need, some old furniture, and a sailboard.
This took all day. A bit after 4:00, when he was finishing up, a moke pulled in from the back road and a tall blonde woman stepped out. She was wearing a tan shirt with the long sleeves rolled up and a facilities tag, long blue jeans, and work shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a short pony tail. She had substantial breasts, and looked like the stereotype of the Swedish bombshell. "Hi, I'm Sam, you must be Kim?" she said as she put out her hand to shake.
"Yes, I'm Kjem, nice to meet you Sam. How can I help?"
"Marge has me coming over tomorrow to haul off trash and stuff for reuse, I wanted to stop by to have a look, so I know what I need to bring."
They looked over his piles of things, she moved some things from the trash pile to the reuse pile; they seemed to be very good at finding uses for even meager scraps. Some, Kjem heard, went to a reuse/recycle center back on the main island. They also went through the shop looking at the remaining bits and pieces.
"Before you think about buying hardware or materials, come by and see what we have in storage," Sam suggested. "You'd be surprised. Me? I'd put some cover over this decking to keep the sun off while you work. That work bench is in sorry shape, we've got some wood that'd be good to rebuild it. It'd be nice to put a park bench and umbrella up in front of your place, too, it might attract some pretty birds!" She laughed and punched him in the shoulder. She packed a wallop.
"OK, so I'll be here tomorrow, 8:30 or 9:00, with the trailer," continued Sam. "We can load up the trash first, I'll run that up to the dump, then I'll come back for the reuse/recycle stuff about lunchtime. That'll take some time to offload and sort back at the warehouse, but shouldn't be to bad."
"That's a big help for sure!" replied Kjem. "Can I offer you a cold one? It's been a hot day."
"That'd be great! Let's find some shady breeze." Sam followed Kjem to the house, and sat in a chair on the porch while Kjem went inside to retrieve a couple of beers from the fridge. When he returned he held one of the open beers out to Sam, but then stopped when he realized she was topless and barefoot, wearing only her jeans; her other clothes were sitting in a neat pile next to her chair.
Sam laughed at him. "Oh my God, you should see your face. You're going to have to get used to seeing tits around here, there are more of 'em hangin' out than there are people here!"
But she did have tits worth pausing for. They were big, even for a tall, substantial woman like her, D cup or double-D. Unrestrained by her bra, they hung forward like drops, with broad areoles and nipples. These nipples stood tall at the pointy tips of her breasts. In a word, her breasts were magnificent, and they jiggled as Sam laughed. Yeah, well worth pausing for.
Sam took the offered beer, and Kjem, now unfrozen, dropped heavily into the chair next to her. Still laughing, Sam tilted her beer in Kjem's direction, so they clinked and both took deep drinks.
"So, how're you liking Green Cay so far? You just got here what, a week ago?" asked Sam.
"Well, I like it a lot, actually." replied Kjem, "This seems like paradise, the place itself is wonderful, the students, faculty and staff have all been great. I've..."
"Yeah, I heard the party was pretty wild," interrupted Sam. "Who ya been nailin' other than Beth?"
