The Shed

You had one pressing task that needed taking care of first though. You sneaked the extractor up to clean up your mess, cringing as you see the brown piss stain sucked into the machine. You prop the damp mattress against the wall by the window, hoping it'll dry by the evening.

The backyard looked horrible as you rolled up with the lawnmower, but you saw potential with it - you could almost picture a barbecue going near the patio. This place just needed a dash of TLC. You yanked on the starter cord and the machine roared to life.

You cleared half the backyard before you notice an arm waving at you from across the tall fence. You shut off the mower, not at all keen on meeting your new neighbors just yet.

A kind-looking black man smiled at you through a missing board in the fence.

'Well, howdy there, neighbor! You must be Holt.'

'Hello, sir.' You greeted, shaking the offered hand.

'Please! Call me Clement! Wow, you are strong! Big fan of the weights, I see.' He patted your bicep. You notice that he's in pretty good shape himself. You place his age in the early forties.

'Yes sir, I was starting quarterback back in California.'

'Oh, I miss those days. I was second string when I was at UCLA.'

'You're from California?'

'Yup! Had a full scholarship until I blew out my knee my second year. I came here after - it's not perfect but it does have its charms. It ain't easy at first, but things do have a way of working out in the end.' He patted you on the shoulder.

'I'm sorry I can't be much help - I'd lend a hand with the move but I'm only stopping by to pick up a couple of things. I work at the Costa Logging Company the next town over. But if you need anything, please don't hesitate to give me a holler. Oh, and I wanted to pass this to you.'

Clement reached for his keys, extracting a grubby gold one before handing it to you.

'I have a gym in the back - feel free to use it anytime you like.'

'Wow thanks, Clement!'

'It was nice meeting you, Holt. Take care now!' He glanced down for a moment before winking.

You thought it odd but didn't think too much of it. You were about to restart the lawnmower when you finally discovered the problem.

In your rush to get the mattress taken of, you'd forgotten to take off the lacy thong. The pink flowing material stood out like a sore thumb between your eight pack and your sagging jeans. The little pink bow crowned your semi-translucent manhood.

You hiked up your jeans and hurried to finish mowing the lawn.

The shed held nothing remarkable, though you did find some half-broken patio furniture. Dad and his new tools would make quick work of this little project. The thought of setting them up for a barbecue makes you wonder if you could truly find friends to replace the boys in this two-bit town.

The "motorcycle" turned out to be an old wheelbarrow, but in the corner, you found a sizable dog house along with a carrier.

You retire to the house for the day and have some Chinese takeout by the new television. Your thoughts are on your new school as you drift off to sleep.