Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2004 20:54:41 -0600 From: Chris D Subject: North Carolina Time Like this could really happen, of course its a work of fiction. Its North Carolina Time _________________________________________________ It has been a really rough year for the people in Florida. The almost non-stop storms tore away homes, destroyed communities, and disrupted many lives. Although, it wasn't just Florida that suffered, North Carolina took some hits that had as devastating effects on individuals and families. I've been away from home since mobilizing to Florida for the first storm. I was there a while when they needed my services in North Carolina. I've been to floods and fires, tornadoes and hurricanes, ice storms and even the space shuttle. There are always stories of some personal tragedy and the news loves to get shots of people hurting. I get to see the millionaires who bitch, whine, and complain until they get a check so they can rebuild their fancy fence and kennel for their lapso alpo fur balls. I also see the hardworking people who just want to put their lives back together and get on with their lives. And there are always those who try to get everything they can, taking advantage of the situation for personal gain. I usually don't mind the travel I do, even if it is to places in bad ways. My home is not that great. Since I'm not home that much, I live in a good sized camper trailer. I have taken it to some of the events, that was the idea. But I didn't have time to get it moved from out west to North Carolina. We didn't think we were going to be their that long, just didn't count on another storm hitting the area. Since I'm "trailer-trash", I get to call some of our victims the same thing without having to worry about being politically incorrect. There was a family staying at the same motel as me who probably are the very definition of trailer-trash. Dad has a nasty mullet, covered by a NASCAR cap that has more grease and oil on the outside than his Chevy pickup stores in the crankcase. He always looks like he shaved five days ago, like he just decided to grow his beard but never does quite fill in. He does have all his teeth, although they are pretty brown from constant smoking. The man has every style of cigarette lighter ever made, 8-balls, skulls, hotwheel cars, cellphones, and more. He has also never met a beer he didn't like. Mom was a pretty enough young woman. It was hard to figure out just how old she was, I figured she might have had her oldest child about the time she was his age of 13. They had not much more than the clothes on their backs but she picked through the donations and dressed almost exclusively in t-shirts and jeans. I think she found every t-shirt given away by Marlboro, Bud, and Jack Daniels in the piles. She would rarely speak to anybody, other then when she had to arrange for something at the motel. And she never looked me in the eye at anytime we spoke or passed on the walkways. Mom and Dad had one room to themselves, adjoined by the room with their girls. Three cute little girls, the youngest barely old enough to walk, the oldest about 9 years old. They kept themselves busy by constantly playing. Tea parties, school, or family were all re-enacted constantly during their waking hours. A found lipstick initiated a day at the beauty parlor, hardly something they were very familiar with. I think they did use a hair brush on Sunday, just not sure it was every Sunday. The brothers had the room between the girls and my room, with a door between mine and the boys. Their room did have two beds but I saw that they would only use one. Dale was the oldest at 13, dark hair cut so that it was the least trouble to take care off, not much style to it at all. It was dark, a mess, and typically dirty. His eyes were even darker, as black as could be and the very first thing you saw when you looked at him. A round face with chubby cheeks made him look a little younger. His face was dirty, smears would move from day to day but it always seemed like dirt was attracted to him. His hands were covered in dirt and fingernails were full. He had a few t-shirts that I saw him in, although they looked dirty the first thing in the morning. He was thin with a belly that stuck out some just so he could hide behind a lamppost. He had a great crooked smile, when you could get him to smile. Tony was cut from the same mold but not nearly as tough or bold. He would have his 11th birthday while at the motel, he could easily be mistaken for 9 years old. As was the habit of our crew, we would leave our doors open after work so that visiting was a little easier. The motel bars would usually be the place to meet but we would take over the motel area anyway. And we were in an old domed hotel. The pool, putting green, ping-pong tables and video games were all inside, just outside the rooms. I kept my door open a lot, with my chair in the doorway, watching and visiting with the other workers and some of the displaced victims. Dale and Tony were in and out of their room all evening. Tony rarely paid me any attention but Dale and I started talking, little by little. He would ask my name, if I was one of the people who's house got washed away, and what I did for work. We did become pretty good friends. I did notice that the adjoining door on their side was open. Mine remained locked. One night, I heard a knock on that door and I did jump, thinking of opening it. I heard Dale holler through the door, wishing me a good night. Then I heard Tony knock, and knock, and knock. Dale would apologize for the nuisance. I would here a few punches and a little bit of whining and then all got quiet as they fell asleep. A night or so later, I was still sitting at my doorway, doing the crossword in the free USA Today, when the door to the boys' room opened. Dale said "hey" and sat down beside me. He said he couldn't sleep, it was too early for him, but Tony was asleep. I did have my TV on and he asked me if he could watch it. He sat on the floor at the foot of the bed and watched whatever was on until I had to chase him out so I could get some sleep. The next couple of nights were repeated. One night, I joined several others at the best steak place in town. I'm not sure what they fed those cows, but it left them without any taste to them at all. I finally found out why they made A-1 steak sauce. I did find it interesting, as one of the other guys pointed out, the restaurant's smoking choices were filtered and non-filtered. I got back to the motel late and all was quiet. I wanted to stay awake long enough for the steak, tater, and cheesecake to digest some, so I turned on TV and flopped on the bed. A few seconds later, I heard a knock on the middle door. The knock kept going and I finally heard Dale quietly calling me. I got up and opened the door. I saw Tony passed out on the bed, fully clothed. Dale asked if he could come watch TV with me. I agreed, and although I thought I had better open the door to the dome, I just let it stay shut. I hopped back on the bed, Dale went to his usually spot in the front of the bed. We were watching the building of the Hoover dam, something a little more educational than normal. That got Dale asking real questions about what they were showing. He would twist around and ask. One question required me to draw on the fine hotel stationary. Dale sat on the bed next to me as I tried to show him how they poured the concrete. My eyes started watering from the smells hitting my nose. Dale smelled of dirt, sweat, urine, mud, rotting vegetation, and who knows what else. It wasn't all that horrible an aroma and I found myself breathing deeply. When I finally sent Dale back to his room, I closed my eyes and that aroma rose again. I boned up with that aroma, the first time I realized there might be something more going on with me and how I thought about Dale. I was too hard to simply fall asleep so I ended up jacking off. I felt a certain sense of wickedness sleeping naked and waking occasionally to the aroma left by Dale. I was up, shaved and showered when I looked at the unmade bed. There on the white sheets was a mark that looked liked it was made my a huge eraser. Dale had left dirt from his jeans. It made the effort to catch my cum in a towel the night before meaningless. I wasn't sure how often they changed my sheets in the motel but I did leave a note asking the maid to swap sheets. That night, Dale came in as I was grabbing my chair to move it to the doorway. He asked if he could watch TV with me again. Tony was still awake and still watching TV but I agreed again. Dale headed right for the bed but I stopped him short. I told him not to get my bed dirty and take off his pants first. It didn't phase him at all. I actually was thinking about keeping my sheets clean but as soon as I saw the grayish little undies appear, the thoughts in my head and pants changed. I couldn't see any of his anatomy but the gaps between his legs and the undies were enticing. His skinny white legs ended in tanned and grungy ankles and feet. As he bent over to pick up his jeans, his equally as grungy butt appeared and showed a little more bubble butt than I would have thought. He settled in on top of the covers and I disposed of my watch, pens, and camera. We started watching Great Hotels on the Travel Channel, that would make for a session in comparison of our accommodations. I went to join Dale on the bed and I smashed him into the bed as I crawled over him. The start of the wrestling began there. It wasn't much to start with, he just rolled over on top of me and squeezed me and wiggled around. Tickling and bending him around went on for a little bit before he settled down and then went surfing around the channels. Oh, and if last night's aroma was a bit strong, that night's was burning! Everything was even more intense, and the smell of poop was more present. And there was clearly the smell of old cum. As we sat there, I kept getting harder and harder. I was wondering if Dale had matured enough to make cum. I had seen a little bit of hair under his arms, just little wispy stuff. I imagined the variety of pubes that he may have under those undies. Was it little wispy pubes with a dick that was just beginning to lengthen, or stiff little curlies with a fat little dick, long dark pubes with a thin long dick, I just kept wondering what it could be. I watched his crotch as much as I did the TV that night. Dale would scratch and adjust through the night, his t-shirt would hide most of the view of his stuff. Occasionally I would get to see a little glimpse of the inside of his undies, but all that did was increase my speculation of his equipment and increase the hardness of my own. It was finally the intensity of his aroma that broke up the party for the night. I just couldn't stand it. It was late anyway. I opened the door and Dale went back to his room. I looked at the bed and saw it was empty. I the light of the TV, I saw Tony asleep on the floor. I picked up the kid and put him in bed. Dale helped me pull off his jeans. Then Dale pulled down the front of Tony's undies to show off the little nub of a dick. Dale laughed and pinched the little thing. He said something about how little it was, I said it was a cute little thing. Trying to sleep was a little hard. Even after I jacked off, I had trouble. The thoughts running through my head of Dale kept me awake. The scent left over on the bedspread kept me breathing in his scent and stirring the thoughts even more. I had to get up and take the bedspread completely off and stash it in the corner of the room. I finally did fall asleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was still dark. I opened the door to the boys' room and looked at them. The aroma from that room came sweeping over me. Honestly, it wasn't all that pleasant. I looked at them for awhile. They looked alike and slept alike. Even their breathing was similar. They slept without the covers over them and the sight of the little bubble butts had me going back in and jacking off to start my day. The next few evenings went similarly. Dale stripped down to his undies would sit on my bed and watch whatever was on TV. The scent from him started to take resident in my room. It mixed with the soap and aftershave I used and wasn't nearly as caustic as the boys' room. I started noticing how they were being parented. Not only was I concerned that they never seemed to be clean or have clean clothes but why was I doing the evening babysitting. Mom was barely around. She would watch the girls occasionally but nothing that could be considered real parenting. She would use the food vouchers to bring hamburgers and fries. I saw her keep the little refrigerator in their room stocked with beer, she probably contributed emptying about a tenth of the supply each time. Dad would come in late, he was making some money on the cleanup portion of the storm. He would also be gone for days at a time. When he would come to the hotel, he would drink almost all night. I saw piles of empty cans thrown outside their room, waiting for the maid to pick up after them. The only parenting I ever saw from him was when he warned Dale not to cause any trouble or he would bust his butt. They didn't seem to be making much effort to get back into their house. I found out from Dale that they didn't have a house left. They lived right on the river and it had flooded in the storm and there wasn't anything left. I knew that they should have had a replacement on the way, not free but something they should have been able to pay for over the years. In the meantime, it looked like they were trying to get all they could from the hotel. Dad was making money working and may not have had such offers after it all slowed down. Mom didn't care much one way or the other. One day was particularly nasty outside, I was filthy and hot. I gave up early and went back to the hotel to get cleaned up. I showered and even shaved that afternoon. I was feeling good and clean. I ran out to the store to pick up sodas and stuff for my little frig and on the way back Dale helped my carry in a bag. As I was putting the sodas in the frig, Dale was taking off his jeans, getting ready to get on my bed. He was so close to my nose that I just couldn't stand it. I had to ask him to take a shower or bath first. He looked a little embarrassed but I convinced him. I told him to get some clean clothes and get in the shower. I heard the shower in his room running, I know he got wet, I could smell some soap, I know some of the dirt was gone, but he was still pretty ripe. Part of the smell came from the 'clean' clothes, some from him. He came back wearing only a t-shirt and undies. I spun him around and the seat of his undies was about as nasty as the ones he took off. I looked later on when I chased him into his own room for clothes. There was a little bitty pile. I knew most of them ended up in the river but there were about five places to get all the clothes he and his family needed. I actually picked up a blue blazer a couple of years ago from one of the charities. I checked out the tags in his shirt, and his undies. The checking of his undies had me looking down his butt crack. It was a great looking bubble butt. That was the cause of my boner and my jacking session that night. I seemed to be jacking off a lot with thoughts of Dale. The next day I made a special trip to one of the clothing stashes. They were about to shut down and move on to the next disaster but I was able to find jeans, shorts, shirts, socks, undies, coats, and shoes in Dale's as well as Tony's sizes, some I had to guess at. One of the big department stores had donated brand new underwear, I got them each a 6-pack and I even got a pack for me. The lady helping me insisted that I deserved them for working so hard. When I saw Dale and Tony, I got in to their room and dropped off the clothes. I told them to take a shower and bring me all their dirty clothes. I was going to wash that night, and I had to wash my new undies anyway. New unwashed clothes give me a rash, even worse with underwear. I had their dirty clothes in the plastic bags. Dale had been in the shower and out and he went with me to the laundry room inside the hotel. Clean clothes and he still smelled. His hair was still a mess and his feet were still dirty. We stayed in the laundry room as the clothes were being washed. We started talking and it got fairly serious. About life for other boys in other parts of the country, and the life I had as a boy. The talk about how old I was when I cared about how I looked went to talking about how old I was when I cared about girls. We came close to talking about sex with boys but talked around it. Tony had to show off his brand new undies. As white as snow, they contrasted so much with his jet black hair. And even after his shower, the contrast of the cleanliness of his undies and his body was stark. He bounced around his room wearing nothing more than the undies. They both tried on the clothes, I came close enough on all the sizes except Tony's shoes. He didn't care that much, he hated wearing shoes anyway. They looked like they fit but Tony' insisted they hurt his feet. The next day, Dale came in my room. He was in clean clothes, but he still pulled his pants off and crawled on the bed. I could see a good sized bulge in the tight white cotton. That was the first time I really had an indication of his size. I was expecting a good clean smell but when he sat beside me, much of the nasty smell reappeared. I got bolder and I told Dale that he just had to go take a shower and really get clean. That did embarrass him, quite a bit. He said he took a shower and got as clean as he could. I was able to wipe some dirt off his arm. I told him to go get more clean clothes and come back into my room. I went in and started the shower. I told him to drop the clothes by the sink and get undressed. It didn't take him long to lose the t-shirt and undies he had on. And I was staring at him. Or really staring at his dick. It was long. Very long and skinny. A nice but small clump of black pubes was sitting right above his dick. Long wavy pubes, and a few wispy pubes venturing out toward the points of his hips. His balls were hanging low. His ball sack was not plump and his balls could easily been seen at the bottom of his sack. He was uncut. The only other uncut dick I had seen in my life was in college, many years ago, and not nearly as close up. As I was staring at it, his dick started to fill up with blood and getting harder. He was going to be boned up completely in no time. I tried to act cool, like a responsible adult but I know he saw my interest in his body. I got him in the shower and told him to get going. He stood there and rubbed his empty hands over his body, wiping off some of the grime but it was pretty ineffective. Although my boner was having no problem with tenting out my shorts. I told him to wash his hair and he did find the soap. One swipe with the soap over his hair was all he did. I used that as my excuse. I took off my shirt and grabbed the shampoo. I had him stand closer to me and I lathered up his hair. The feel of his head was exciting to me. I don't remember doing that with any partner,ever. I felt his breath on my chest. And he traced the line of the few chest hairs I have. After having him rinse, I repeated and the amount of suds increased a huge amount. After rinsing that off, I told him to grab the soap and do some scrubbing. I left, I had to, I had to go out and pull my boner out. I hadn't hurt from boning up like that in a long time. As he was continuing to shower, I pulled out my dick and jacked off. I'm not usually that quick these days but it didn't take me long before I was shooting. I grabbed the first thing I could from the counter and blew cum all over Dale's new undies. He came out, dried off, smiling. I asked him if he felt good, he said he felt great. I pulled him close and he finally smelled good. He was shivering even though it was pretty warm in there, I think I was shivering and hot too. I combed his hair, the first time I ever saw it other than hanging in his eyes. He looked like a whole different kid. Older in some ways and younger in others. He slipped on a new pair of undies, as I watched. We went over to the bed to watch some TV. It didn't come on right away as we talked a little more. He had on only his undies and I had on shorts. Our chests were pressed together and I felt so good. Dale was rubbing his leg against mine. I had such a huge urge to just grab him in a huge hug and devour him. I had a chubby or full blown boner the rest of the night. We watched TV, one of the new stupid comedies was on, the one with the quints. It wasn't one of their best shows but it got Dale to ask if I saw the one with the little boy with a boner or as he called it a rekshun. I had and I thought it was a funny show. Then Dale said that he saw that I had a rekshun. I didn't admit it right away. But we talked a little while about that kind of stuff and he asked right out why I got a boner when I saw him naked. I stumbled around and I think it came out like I thought it was exciting to see him naked and all that but that it just happened. I know it was more hidden in my blather than that and I changed the subject, a little bit. One thing that I did notice was that much of that old cum smell stayed around. Dale smelled pretty clean but every now and then I would get a whiff of old cum. I finally sent him back to his room, told him to get Tony to cleanup like that the next day. I had to jack off to go to sleep that night too. The next several days went by with Dale coming in sometime in the evening, sometimes late through the middle door and crawling up in bed with me. We would talk and watch TV. The talk got more and more detailed but rarely concentrated on either one of us. One night he got telling me all about how the school taught all the boys about how babies are made. It wasn't the cutesie little kid talk but like pretty clinical. It was fun and funny listening to him explain it. The school would also show some of the male parts in a video but physically covered up the female parts. They let the internal structure of the female show. The boys were never sure if the school let the girls see the boys' parts. There was another day when we talked about which ones of his friends were doing it with others. I knew none of them but at times acted like I couldn't believe it or knew that they were doing it. He talked easily about that but when he talked about a couple of his boy friends doing it with each other, he stumbled a little. He voice was a little shakier, his breathing wasn't as smooth and he shook a little more. He also looked up at my face a few times. The contact between us grew, most of it nothing more that chests, arms, hands and legs. Although there were several wrestling sessions. I always boned up during those. I would try to hide it. Sometimes holding his body so that he couldn't look behind him and see what was tenting out my undies. I also felt his boner pressing into my body many times. Most of the wrestling session would end up with me giving him a backrub. I got off early on a Saturday, most of the crew had taken a break that weekend but it was a long way for me to go across the country just to sleep in a camper. The hotel had a few guests, Dad was working or getting drunk, mom and the girls and Tony were no where around, I thought Dale was gone as well. I really wanted to go do something interesting, some sight seeing maybe. I jumped into the shower to wash away the grime. I had a handful of balls when the shower curtain pulled back rapidly. I about pulled my balls off with the surprise visit. Dale had come through the middle door, I had quit locking it lately. He tried 4 or 5 times asking if he could get his hair washed again. He lost his train of thought as he stared at my dick and balls. I was thinking then if that is how I looked the first time I saw his dick. While at first, I was trying to hide a little, but then let him look for all I was worth. When he finally explained his desire for a shampoo, and I finally understood that, I did agree. I knew I was asking for trouble. He pulled off his clothes, I watched and my boner grew. I got him in the shower, faced him away from me and started to lather up his hair. The tip of my dick was flicking at his butt. Each time my dick touched him, I could feel the electricity shoot through my body. I took a long time working in the shampoo, we were both enjoying it so much. I looked over his shoulder and could see his boner pointing straight out. The head was just peeking out of the foreskin. I asked him to grab the soap and I started washing him. He squirmed and giggled as I soaped up his underarms. My boner made a lot of contact with him as I washed his chest and belly. I skipped on down to his legs. I could see the dirt was away with the soapy suds. I felt a little comfortable as I was kneeling down and my boner safely shielded. I looked at his face and he was loving it. His eyes were closed, if mouth open, one hand was braced against the wall. With me still kneeling in the shower, I got very bold. I moved my hand up his thigh and placed it on his balls. He gasp so loud and shook so hard that I thought he had just cum. I asked if he was ok and if it was ok if I kept going. He kept saying "yessir, yessir". I think I gasp as I got a handful of his dick and balls. He was so hard that it felt like grabbing the stairway handrail. I washed the soap up and down his dick. I had every intention now to make him cum. I thought he had to be close and I could get him to shoot easily. I twisted him around so that he was facing me more. I realized then I could see what a uncut dick actually looked like. I grabbed and pulled back the skin. I was amazed at how it slid back and how his dick head emerged. And then the smell hit me hard. That smell of old cum was there. And it was clear where it was coming from. All inside his foreskin was cheesy old cum. It wasn't all that bad a smell but it was strong enough to make all of him smell like that even with clothes on. I started to wash it off. My hands were shaking, I looked down and saw precum coming out of my dick. I used the soap and water to wash away all the gunk. Dale would flinch a few times. His dick was completely clean now, and I still had the foreskin pulled back. The head of his dick was as red as anything I had seen on a human being ever. I looked at it closely, moving the skin back and forth. As I looked, I saw some of the red looked more like sores. I asked him if it hurt when I touched those spots, he said not much, just normal. I was slowly stroking him, even thought his dick could not have gotten any cleaner at that moment. I grabbed the soap one more time and used it up his butt crack. I was actually very careful not to be all that intimate with his hole, but I did get him clean. I was playing with his balls, and stroking him a little when Dale took the soap. He said it was my turn. He turned around and looked up at me. His smile was bright and devilish, his black hair was plastered against his head, and he looked so clean. My dick was stuck straight out, pointing to his belly. As soon as his hands touch my dick, I had to grab the wall and the shower curtain rod. He cleaned me all up, he tried to figure out where my foreskin had gone. He had never seen an cut dick, at least not this close. I later found out he knew nothing about getting cut. He was teasing my dick so long that my cum was building up. I just could take much more of it. I started to beg him to jack me off. He wasn't very good about it and I finally had to finish. I stroke several times fast and hard and then shot. He jumped back and laughed as the cum flew out. To be fair, I probably should have jacked him off in the shower but it wasn't long before we got out. We didn't say that much until we were dried off and I went to the bed. We had both put on undies and just fell into bed. His back was on my chest and I could feel his heart going about a mile a minute. I had that guilty feeling but I did ask him if it was ok. He said he did like to see it. It was cool with him and he said thanks for doing that. After several minutes of laying there very quiet, asked him about his sore dick. He said they were always there, like its supposed to do that under his skin. I told him I didn't think so, and asked him who told him it was normal. His dad and other boys said it was supposed to be red and sensitive. I could see he was still boned up. I asked if I could look at it. I was getting excited about looking at an uncut dick again. When I pulled back his foreskin, I saw raw spots, almost bloody. I knew enough about jock itch to know that wasn't normal at all. Dale said it was also like that on the sides. He showed me red marks on the side of his balls and the inside of his legs. He told me that he could make cum and that kept the inside of his dick from sticking to the foreskin. He was cuming and letting the cum stay in his foreskin. I told him that wasn't a great idea. I got up to get some cream I had. I put some on my finger and started rubbing it around his dick head. I was ready to cum again myself. I put a little more on the sides of his balls. I layed on the bed and played with his foreskin. He just laid back, his arms behind his head, and smiling as I played with him. Then he asked me to do him like I did myself, meaning he wanted me to stroke him until cumming. I got going. I couldn't grab him with my entire fist but stroked him with my fingers. I watched as his head leaned back and his eyes close. I could tell from his breathing that he was getting close, and then his balls sucked right up to his body. I went a little faster and he was shooting in seconds. He shot several long shots, the shortest was at least a foot from the tip of his dick. After the last shot, he grabbed my hand and his dick and wouldn't let me stroke him any more. It sure wasn't that old cum smell, it was powerful though. Hot and fresh, I think the whole room smelled like boy cum. He laid there and couldn't move. I took the opportunity to carefully study his body, mostly his dick and balls. He fell asleep in my bed, the first time. The next day, he came over and before long, I was creaming up his dick and balls with the jock itch cream. I would treat him for about the next week and a half. Although, after that day, we started by jacking off. He wanted to watch me do myself. I wasn't sure about it and I can't believe I started doing it. But after a couple of times, it felt a little more normal. I also loved watching him stroke. Dale told me and showed me how he knew how to jack off. He would take the flat of his hand and rub it all over his boner. A friend of his showed him that a couple years earlier. When I started to inspect how good the cream was doing, it started me jacking him off. For days, we would end up naked in the bed, me jacking him off and him playing with my dick. His dick did clear up. There were barely some red marks on the sides of his balls. His dick head was still very red but you could tell it wasn't sores, it was moist and red though. I loved jacking him off, it felt so different with an uncut dick in my hand. And I loved the look on his face as I did it, and as he would cum. After that and on days we wouldn't jack off, he would love to get as close to me as possible. Dale was getting into the shower almost every day. I even bought him his own toothbrush, I doubt he was using one ever. He helped me a few days when I had to work in the office there, some were really my day off but we went to go through clothes and other supplies. Dale took pretty good care of Tony and his sisters. He found t-shirts for his mom and dad and a set of towels with his initials on them. They weren't cheap at all. He kept those hidden for himself. I got him to wash clothes and he would do his families. Neither of us were real great on folding though. We kept playing with each other. And there was one long weekend when just about everybody else took off and went home. Dale and I went to where he used to live and we saw nothing but a few poles sticking out of the ground and a pipe that used to be connected to the trailer house plumbing. Other than trash hung up in the trees, there wasn't much to say that anyone lived there. I thought it was crazy for anyone to move that close to the river, and it had no view of anything, and was damn hard to get to. That weekend, we never saw Dad, he couldn't have been working. Mom was in for a little while but she took the girls somewhere. Tony had found a friend who was living a couple blocks away from the motel and he stayed with them more and more. Dale and I had much more time to spend together and some special things happened that weekend. They will probably just stay between us though. It wasn't long after that I had to go. My services were no longer needed there and I could go back home and wait for the next disaster. Since I'm so mobile with my own home, I'm now in the process of leaving and heading east. I hope to be out of here before the real snows hit.