Repurposed
Copyright© 2020 by Yob
Chapter 29: WELL I’LL BE
Spring break is over, everybody back on your heads. Some things never change, is a saying claiming truth status. Show me one thing that doesn’t, hasn’t, or isn’t changing! Don’t sweat it, I can’t think of one either.
Almost the same housemates as before. Poor Angelique has been dismissed for lying about her race on the admissions form. Took them six months to notice she is dark skinned? Talk about color blind? Sweet girl, I’ll miss her.
Melody and Meredith are at odds, a lover’s spat, or a falling out over me, I don’t know, except they don’t wish any longer to room together. Easy fix. Angelique’s former room is vacant. Not so quick and easy as that. Who is moving out is the real argument. Both intend to keep the large bedroom with the private bath, themselves.
“Okay, Melody? How would you like to have my downstairs room with it’s private bath, and I’ll move in with Meredith?” Done.
Still have a vacancy. It can remain vacant until the end of school, repurposed as a guest room. Like when Professor Moore or daughter Janey visits. Devious? Practical I think. Can’t imagine Meredith being graceful, were I to ask her to vacate while I fuck another woman in our bed. Meredith is cool, but not THAT cool!
Besides, I need a guest room for out of town dates. The proms are near the end of this final quarter. I anticipate delighting in watching the phlegmatic dean’s faces when I show up with Marshall on my arm as my prom date. Bigots! Choke on your intolerance. Fuck you!
Meredith has already asked me to be her escort for the Junior prom and Mimi asked me to squire her to the Sophomore prom.
Don’t know any seniors. Maybe Professor Moore needs a date to the Senior prom? I’ll ask. Marshall is already having her gown made for the Freshman prom. My Mom is making it for her.
Janey is assuming, I’m afraid, she will automatically be my date to the Frosh frothing. The subject hasn’t come up yet, I’m avoiding it. I need to let her know soon enough for her to accept someone-else’s invitation. How do I do this without causing her pain, or pissing her off? In truth, it’s her mom, Professor Moore, I dare not piss off!
The old caboose Mr. Moses offered me, I’m accepting for this month’s storage rent. Sergey and I have replaced the train trucks iron wheels with road truck rims from back lot junkers and new rubber tires. We’re rebuilding and straightening the structure, and soon it will wear a lovely coat of barn red paint. Once on location, the ‘CRABBY NOW?’ neon sign will be installed on the cupola’s roof.
Over the summer, the Frat house will be temporary home to the first remote location ‘CRABBY NOW?’ staff. In the fall, well, that’s a postponed non-urgent decision.
All my businesses except one, are doing okay. I could wish for better, and I do. The scrap steel venture is in limbo until I can do something regarding transportation. I’ve looked into purchasing a semi tractor trailer and hiring a driver. The numbers don’t pan out.
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