Chapter 10

Now that I have reaffirmed my existence ... I shall cook. What shall I cook? Hmm ... I better look ... I know I’m out of pineapple ... juice and slices.

I grinned.

That was fun ... and addictive. Not something I could abandon ... not easily.

I can not use my students ... no. I am in a “position of power or authority,” I may not, by Island law, “abuse that position for personal gain.” Sex is ‘personal gain.’ Wendy Too, proclaimed it.

Heck and shuckydarn ... some of my students are beyond cute.

Sidetracked again ... what was I doing? Why am I in the kitchen?

Back to the last place I remember ... the bedroom ... No! wait ... the bathroom. Yeah ... sitting on the throne ... so ... I opened the door ... NOW I remember ... what skunk got stuck in my bath? I reached for the fan switch and slammed the door ... ooo ... cold toes ... that fan sucks the air under the door ... pretty good fan.

I was going to cook ... that’s what I was doing ... before I got all horny like ... ah ... that’s it ... I am distracted. Distracted by an itch. Do I...? yes! ... drat ... I forgot to buy batteries. I should buy a plug in.

Cooking ... I was going to cook ... yeah.

It’s seven in the evening ... I want a steak. I put a huge potato in the microwave and set it for 14 minutes. Peas and carrots in the pot ... run out and fire up the charcoal. Should have done that first. Distracted ... you are distracted!

Well ... SHIT! No steaks. We had them after ... what? ... the sofa? No ... the chair in front of the picture window? No ... that was just after the door slammed. Ah ... in the yard waiting for the charcoal to catch good ... yeah ... then. Yesterday.

I turned down the heat under the peas and carrots ... put on a lid. The potato will survive in the microwave. Am I decent? I had to look. Sniff ... yeah ... you don’t smell like you just spent three marvelous days ... flannel PJ’s are fancy enough. I look like a junior.

Out to the 544 ... oh god ... did we? Smells like it. I rolled down the window. The last time I picked up a hitching student they didn’t know how to let the window down. Never seen a hand powered window. The side vent wings? Never before. What are we teaching the next generation?

And they don’t understand gravity ... Or acceleration...

The first law, an object will not change its motion unless a force acts on it. The second law, the force on an object is equal to its mass times its acceleration. The third law, when two objects interact, they apply forces to each other of equal magnitude and opposite direction.

I had to tell the kid to buckle up. No concept of inertia. Where am I? I don’t know where I’ve been ... but I’m back.

Get a grip, kid. Steak ... you want steak. Don’t waste that good charcoal. Ah ... Sammie’s Meats. I wonder how long I’ve been parked here?

DING

Ooo ... that porterhouse.

I thumped the glass, “I want that one.” “Better give me two more.” “Got any of the good burger?” “Two pounds. please.” “Thank you Sam.”

“I was busy.” That in response to, ‘I missed you Friday.’

DING

Back to the 544 ... where did I park?

Oh ... in front. The car with the motorcycle cop writing the ticket.

“I understand, officer.” “I know. You can’t tear it up.” “Yes, sir.” “Appearance by Friday.” “Yes, sir.”

Distracted! That cop was cute!