After the basic employment forms, company orientation, and safety training, I reported to a climbing and cutting training class that filled up the rest of my first week on the job. The instructor, Buck, seemed to have it in for me. He made me repeat exercises over and over, relentlessly telling me to do something different. I already knew the most important principle: climb with your legs and do not overtax your arms, tiring them out too soon. Buck continuously told me I needed to get stronger, faster, and a lot smarter. When the class ended each day at 5 PM, I was so frustrated and tired that I simply ate supper, showered, fell into bed and went to sleep. I never had enough extra energy to even contemplate masturbation! It was like 'two a days' in football but even tougher. The bunkhouse was crowded and utilitarian but the bed was excellent. The food was nothing like at the estate, but there were plenty of eggs and fish for protein and lots of fresh vegetables and fruits. I loaded up on the fruit, especially pineapple, based on Polly's comments and drank gallons of spring water each day. I had some very vivid and active dreams, mostly featuring Edith and Dana, but never had time to daydream or pine about them. Each morning I was sore in places I didn't know I had, which my coaches and P90X manual had taught me was good, since I was achieving 'muscle confusion' and adding muscle fibers in new places, especially my legs from all the climbing. I now knew more about botany, tree anatomy and physiology, and forestry than I ever knew there was to know. And I had only scratched the surface.
By the time the Friday class broke up, I was anxious to head back to the estate. I waved to Eddie and I started up the company truck. He motioned for me to stop, and he walked over to the truck's window along with Buck the instructor. Buck said, "Hey kid, no hard feelings. Eddie here told me to try to wash you out and piss you off, but you came through okay!"
This made sense, and I said, "Well you did piss me off, but that made me more determined to pass the course!" He smiled. "Good. You did pass the course, and with full marks in every category. Next week you go out with a post survey crew! Good luck!" He walked back to the classroom. Eddie smiled and said "you were never really in danger of washing out. You actually were in better than average shape, and you learn pretty fast. I understand I'll see a lot more of you this weekend!" He smiled wickedly at me and headed back for his office. I did not know what he meant for sure, but I didn't give it much thought. I started the truck again and headed out for the estate, putting some music on the radio and singing along in very high spirits.
I got through the maze of logging roads and gates based on the mnemonics the admiral had taught me, and arrived just as Edith was setting out dishes in a serving line for supper. It smelled great, but Edith looked and smelled even better! I grabbed her butt surreptitiously, and she actually left my hand there and pushed back against me for a second. Then she slapped my hand away playfully and said "Down boy! She smiled and pushed me toward the serving line. I loaded up a plate and joined Polly, the Admiral, Dana, the nurse, and several others I did not know at the table. Edith said, "Go ahead you guys! I am going to take desert out of the oven and then join you."
I was certainly willing to dig in. The nurse spoke first. "Connor, after we finish the meal I want you to come with me to the clinic. I want to talk about one of your initial test results and talk about your diet, and I am sure you are experiencing some muscle soreness." I thought that sounded promising!
Polly chimed in, "After that please come directly to my study. We need to talk about what will happen tomorrow." That sounded very promising, too. Edith walked in and placed a big pineapple upside down cake on the table, and she and Polly shared a smirk. Edith said, "I am going to be very busy today and tomorrow. We have several couples arriving for overnight stays tonight and Saturday night, and some special meals to prepare, too." The conversation then revolved around the big doings Saturday night, including some apparently much anticipated plays that were to be performed. I had two pieces of cake, and Edith offered me a third. I declined, but said I thought I might be getting sweet on her. Polly and Dana giggled, Edith actually blushed.
The nurse, Barbara, and I then went upstairs to the clinic. Barbara was really stacked and packed, with a wasp waist and full, expressive lips. Although she gave me a physical exam last week that I found a little stimulating, she had been pretty much all business. She motioned for me to sit down in the chair next to her, and pulled out a folder. She said all my blood work looked fine, except one of my readings was borderline low and it might indicate a slight vitamin deficiency. She gave me three sample pills to take. They were in an unlabeled container and looked like little grey blue trapezoids with a '50' embossed on them. She said take one with lunch tomorrow and another before dinner, then finally the third one at noon Sunday. She then told me to strip down to my underwear and climb up on the massage table in the treatment room and lie face down. It was big and up fairly high, with a cutout for my face so I could lie with my head straight down and still breathe. She put some massage oil on her hands and began working on my legs. She said most guys who went through the climbing class ended with some muscle cramps and she could help me work them out. Her hands were strong and I could tell the knots were melting away. She then did my back and shoulders, and I was very much looking forward to turning over, when she said, "Okay, go see Polly in her study." I was relaxed but a little disappointed.
Polly had me sit on a couch. I was hoping for one of those custom chaise lounges. She looked at me sternly and asked if I had been keeping my promises while at the bunkhouse. I laughed and said yes, I had been so tired each night I just fell asleep. She said be sure to hold on until tomorrow night and then things might change. The she went into therapist mode. "Connor, do you remember how you felt when during the play last week you first watched Eddie shove his penis down his wife's throat?
I looked up with a start. I had not been expecting that! "Yes. Like I shouldn't be watching but I couldn't look away. Like it shouldn't be making me excited and hard but it was."
She paused. "Do you remember, as a child, discovering your parents having sex? Tell me about it"
I reviewed it in my mind's eye. "I think I was six. I was asleep and something woke me up. I went to my parent's bedroom but they weren't there. I went downstairs and saw them in my father's study. They were both naked. My mother was on a chair and my father was behind her. I thought they were wrestling, but then I saw my father's penis. It was a lot bigger than mine and going in and out of my mother. It was that same feeling. I was embarrassed but I could not look away. My mind understood they were doing what I had seen the dogs do to make puppies, but it still made me feel all funny!"
