Gregor rides a cascade of falling wood that is his pile of kindling. "Ow." Gregor groans pushing fallen logs off of himself."Are you okay?" says a man...s voice on the other side of the wall. “What happened?”Of course. They would be the friendly, concerned type."Yep." Gregor responds.He sits up and fastens his belt. Thankfully, only the shorter smaller log stack suffered. Well that and his own bruised body."Do you need help?" the young man asks."Nah yah hippy." Gregor replies.He drags himself up. ” We both laughed once they were done. “I like your mom, Sean.”“Yeah, I have to admit she’s a really good person.”“She must be. Look at how you turned out.” Then I shut her up the best way I knew—by kissing her.>>>>>>The rest of the week went pretty much the way Monday did. The floor of the foundry building was poured on Thursday and Friday. It was interesting watching how the floor was leveled using lasers and how the bases for the I-beams that would support the roof were placed, again. We were sleeping two people in a tent. I was with Charles, who was a good friend who I spent a lot of time with and had a lot in common with and Charles lived next door to me.We had three days out of school the second week of April and that was when our trip was. We left on Wednesday and drove to the campground; it was a wilderness site with a lake where we could fish and lots of forest to explore. The covered area had 3 picnic tables and a place to build a fire for cooking; there was also a. Friendship. And the fact that he’s a bloke and I’m a woman is sort of not the issue in my circles. It’d be almost the same if he’d been a woman, you know. After a while, you get so used to having sex with different people you sort of don’t think about people in any other way.” Ashley frowned. She looked compassionately at Sophie’s shaking hands. “Is there anything wrong?” “Nothing a ciggie wouldn’t help,” Sophie said. “I’ve got an ashtray. I don’t smoke myself. Well, not cigarettes, but.