I tried to cover my dick and balls since there were girls there. The other three just laughed. I dove in and tried to keep my nakedness under water. A...few upperclassmen showed up, three guys and two girls. The guys took off their clothes and jumped in. The two girls were wearing bathing suits and joined us. They started horsing around. Then the girl in the blue two-piece asked me if I was a freshman; Jay answered for me as I was basically frozen. She called to the other girl (wearing a white. This thing is mine.”“Yeah? Finder’s keepers, Heather, right?”I heard her laugh as she let go of my knee and grabbed on to the tube and tried to lever herself on board. Instead the tube flipped over and as I fell into the water I grabbed Heather and hung on. In our tangle my nose ended up almost in her armpit, which sounds gross even if it wasn’t. She smelled of chlorine and of something else I couldn’t identify. When I think back on it now mostly I remember being confused.Heather and I were. A huge metal roll-up door led to the outside. It was only opened when delivery shipments arrived. A regular door was beside it. She shook her head in irritation. What she came here for wasn't the doors, it wasn't somethig on the walls. It was over her head.She crossed to the electrical box and opened it, then flipped two circuit breakers to the "on" position. Carefully she closed the cover to the box and walked to one wall. There she grasped a rectangular control box that hung from a cable. She. Geno isn't really my uncle. Just an old friend of my dads who'd been around as long as I could remember. I'd always called him Uncle Geno though. Him and dad go hunting or fishing together four or five times a year. Geno runs an upholstery shop over on Candy Mountain Road in Liberty, across the state line. Mr. Miller has promised me next Wednesday off and Dad has said I could drive him to work, use the family truck. I still didn't know if Lonnie's mom will let her go or not. Neither does Lonnie.