Selene
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 20
On the walk to home, I was thinking ... stewing ... Dang it all, Bud! I need better situational awareness. How do I get it?
<Selene, Honey. You’re doing better than the average teen.>
‘Morning Seven,’ I thought ... here we go ... just what I always wanted, intervention by the gods.
<Oh Sel, we’re not gods... >
I interrupted, ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah ... Scientists.’
<We’re Scientists ... before I was so rudely interrupted... > Seven said.
I hopped the fence, continuing the discussion...
<The Airdrome idea is a good one ... a community service even ... a place for an Escadrille. You need to clear the land, put in some Great War hangars ... and clear those power lines.>
‘How about a Jagdstaffel instead of an Escadrille?’
Silence.
So ... my end of the domicile (the shipping container I call home.) has all the good stuff. Hot tub, sauna, kayak, shower, pathway to the river. Daddy’s end is limited to a tub and shower. He has the washer/dryer. That’s the reason I was in his side. I put my damp clothes in the washer, added soap, selected REGULAR and started a load. I wrapped up in a towel.
<Kinda skimpy there kiddo.>
As I was saying ... wrapped up in a towel and went to cut across to my side.
Oops.
Some one was in the woodshop ... male. Not Daddy. I went around ... no sense in tempting fate.
Oh ... wow ... runaway mind ... I’ve been reasonably satisfied with my fingers ... I just want more ... I think.
Fourteen was a shocker ... estrogen ramped up and exploded. Fourteen was when the male half noticed me. Fourteen ... when I discovered the power of a nipple-slip. I’d been ‘letting my fingers do the walking’ since I was 12. And that was an accident ... I grew a hair and while I was examining ... yup. I wore that hair out!
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