”“I’m Todd located east of Atlanta, Georgia. I have a young lady with me who has just passed her Tech and General tests on her first try. Gail i... studying for her Extra now. KA4D.”“Todd, it’s good to hear from you. I’m Jerry, AB5LD, located in Jackson, Mississippi. Put Gail on.”Gail leaned over and said, “Hello, Jerry. This is Gail. I haven’t been able to find me listed yet with a call sign but I’m hopeful for tomorrow or Wednesday. I want to pass my Extra class test to have all of forty. She willed herself out of her blissful state, slipped naked out of bed, and into her warm heavy white robe. She headed downstairs to fetch her coffee from the automated machine. She poured in a touch of the pumpkin spice creamer, smiling at the thought, and settled with her kindle at the breakfast nook to enjoy the morning sunshine. Her mind just wasn't focusing itself on the reading she had planned. She put the device down and inhaling the scent of her coffee, stared dreamily outside, working. “I wonder if she heard us….”I chuckled in the dark and squeezed her ass playfully.“Neighbors probably heard you.”She laughed at that and, while it was dark, I imagined her blushing.Summer didn’t say anything the next morning, but she did get the giggles when she came out, grinning at both of us as she sat down, wearing one of my t-shirts that she’d apparently ‘borrowed’ at some point. Maybe I’d left it in the bathroom. I couldn’t remember. Later, she went up to the attic, where she stayed for. The YMCA is a pretty old building – it looks all solid and permanent, but I can’t help thinking it’s a bit sad and crumbly. Around the side, the wall that faces the parking lot is covered with graffiti. Some graffiti is artistic but this stuff is just messy. Most of it is stupid tags and stuff but some of it is about politics. Some of it is pretty old, too. One bit says, “Down with Reagan.” I mean, Reagan is one of those presidents from history class. I can’t remember if he came after the one.