I'm twenty four and I've been told that I'm quite precocious. My folks each graduated at sixteen from high school and met in their senior year in college. They say that I'm smarter than they were. But, they kept me with my age group to develop socially. I did. I'm unusually non-judgmental, happy and outgoing. I like people and most of them like me. I've always enjoyed being in a crowd, but I can be a loner and not get lonesome, too.
I told my folks that I didn't want to go to college right away after graduation from high school. I wanted to get out in the world first. I worked waiting tables for almost a year after I graduated and I met a lot of nice people. It was simple work, asking if appetizers or drinks were wanted, taking orders, checking back at least once during a meal, delivering the dishes to their table, asking about dessert, and finally presenting a check. People liked me and gave me good tips, but I wasn't really as happy as I might have been.
I didn't have, or need a steady boyfriend. I didn't actually play the field, but enjoyed male company when I wanted it. I've had sex, and I love sex. All kinds... almost. But I try to limit partnered sex to about once or twice a month when I'm really feeling horny. I can call one of my friends and he'll usually drop what he's doing and make it right over. I enjoy a man's body, but demand that he satisfy my immediate needs first, every time. If he won't then I won't -- it's that simple. But if he does and is any good to me, then I guaranty to send him away happy afterwards.
When I was tired of waiting tables, I looked for a real job and was lucky enough to find a great one. I applied, and was hired. They trained me as an assembler. It would just make the story longer if I explain what I did, so just know that it was fun and I worked hard. I got good at it.
I said that I like people, and I do. However, at work I enjoyed keeping my mouth shut and stayed busy while other gals talked through their shifts. I listened and learned a lot. Those gals talked intimately about everything between themselves. They flirted with every guy around, and there was one gal that I'll describe for you in a moment.
I was so good that they promoted me to lead person at age twenty. I was the youngest lead that they'd ever promoted. I had about ten people working under me. I made sure they had what they needed and that they stayed busy. Talking was okay as long as their hands were busy. At twenty-two they promoted me again -- to supervisor of seven other lead persons. The pay was excellent and I could work as much as I wanted.
Then I found out that the company had a work-study plan where I could work half-shifts and they would pay me for the full eight and give me time off to attend school. When I applied for the program, I was asked if I preferred morning or afternoon shifts. Since I would have to attend some night classes, I opted for the morning schedule. Another older lady supervisor and I each went to school and shared the same job on a fifty percent basis. I worked until noon, and then she finished the shift and worked afternoons.
I'd been living at home, but now I wanted an apartment half-way between school and work. My folks didn't mind and were happy to have me going on to college. The apartment I found was a third floor walkup in an apartment complex. It was laid out in a large U-shape with driveway all around the outside and a large green lawn between legs of the 'U'. The complex was gated and took a card to open the gate. Each apartment had a single assigned parking place in a carport.
The apartments were arranged so that as you entered a walkway from the carport there was an apartment on each side and a stairway straight ahead in back. The arrangement meant a set of stairs for every six apartments -- two on each floor. Because the place only had three stories, it made mine at the top, but the stairway continued to the roof where there was a large sundeck shared by the six apartments. Each section of the sunroof had a high wall built to give privacy from the sundecks of other apartment groups.
So at twenty two, I was a supervisor at work working half-time and getting paid for full time provided my grades stayed above a 'C'. That was no problem because I aced my classes. In the final semester of my sophomore year I took an elective class in astronomy and worked as a faculty assistant at night. The astronomy professor was a lady and we got along fine. We got along more than fine because we used to confide in each other. I was expected to make sure everything was setup for lectures and labs and it was fun.
I learned a lot in that class and some of what I learned from my professor was about human relationships and sex. When my folks found out that I was going to school they started sending me money. I told them about work and that I didn't need the money, but they sent it anyway. They both worked and were the only couple that I'd ever met that was truly in love with each other. I was the only child and my life at home was always truly wonderful.
Another thing Dad sent, when he found out about my astronomy class, was a telescope. Dad always wanted me to go into engineering or one of the sciences and so it wasn't a surprise when the telescope was delivered. I even used it. At night I would dress in men's clothing with a can of pepper spray in one pocket and this loud alarm thing in my other. If I pulled the cord away then the alarm thing would start screaming with a loud warble. There was no way to turn it off without putting the cord back in and fitting the little key that was attached to it. If I threw the cord away it would screech for over an hour. These were my protection up on the roof.
I carried the telescope up on the roof almost every night throughout that class. Working, school, and assisting didn't leave a lot of time, but I managed to plan my work so that even thirty minutes was substantially rewarding. I saw planets and comets and distant stars and could identify the larger ones by sight. When the class ended I left the telescope set up inside the apartment by the door to the balcony. Each apartment had its own balcony.
The balconies were strange. As you entered from the living room, there was an extension out from the building like a short wall that provided privacy from either side. However, on the left side the wall extended halfway along the courtyard. This meant that outside items could be on the balcony and not readily be seen by someone across the way on the other side of the courtyard. It also meant you could sit outside in the sun on a warm day, or move into the shade. On the other side of the courtyard I could see onto the balconies of apartment to my right, and in a few apartments I could actually see into the living room.
