"Peter...PEter, wake up".
My eyes slowly began to focus, and the face attached to the voice that was hailing me from my deep slumber came into view.
The face, and the surroundings seemed unfamiliar in my foggy-headed state .
"You have to help me out".The pretty face speaking,rousing me, was saying franticly.
As consciousnss rose, the puzzle began to fit.This was Donna. The sexy, cock-hungry nymph, who I met at the bar last night, was waking me up, with urgency.
"What? What is the problem" I asked, as my eyes took in the luxurious surroundings I awakened in.Right... I was at her house, in her bed,
partially covered by deep crimson satin sheets.
"It's Trina,the nanny. She has something unexpected happen, and She won't get here until noon, and I am already late for work. Can you PLEe

The year, was 1972, the place, a small town in Northern Ontario Canada, which like many towns of the time, was tapped out.
Work was hard to find, for a high-school student, during the summer of that year.
The lead guitar, and drummer of the band I was in, were lucky enough to be laborers, on a crew, that the guitar players dad ran ,
and the bass player,well he found work as a carry-out , at a local grocer.
Me?...I managed to get a short stint, on an extra gang.$1.86 per hour, minus $4.00 a day for food and lodging,
to work 100 miles from the nearest highway,removing, and re-laying railway tracks.
It was hard work, but I liked hard work. I was healthy, and strong, and adventurous.
All went well, for the first two weeks, until one day, a hot sun-bleaching day, when I had t

"Jimmy...JIMmy!.. For FUCK Sakes Jimmy, wake the hell up". The voice was male, very deep, and familiar.
"Yea Jimmy. Come on. Git up. You don't wanna miss the reunion now do ya"? This voice, shrill yet somewhat sweet, brought me to semi-consciousness.
It was the voice I had heard whispering in my ear since I was a kid. It belonged to my cousin Paully.
I rolled towards it, onto my back and half-opened one eye.Yep. It was Paully alright.My sweet cousin Paully.My fist love...
...or rather... my fist lust, and not much had changed with Paully it appeared, for through the half opened eye,I noticed right off,
that she was staring with twinkling eyes, at the outline of my morning wood, beneath the satin sheet covering me.
I groaned, and covered my eyes with my forearm, not bothering to hid