Archive-name: Dreams/acguy.txt
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Archive-title: AC Guy
My childhood was not your normal, typical childhood. As most kids were
chumming around with others, I ended up spending most of my time at
home, or with my dad or uncles. Interestingly enough, I went a number
of times with my dad to his favorite hang-out; a friend of his operated
a gas station that was frequented by truckers. So, by the age of 13, I
had been exposed to every known word in the book, along with stealing
some glances at the magazines that they had there. Seemed like some of
them used used “F*ck” for every other word coming out of their mouths.
Needless to say, this left me with an idle curiousity of women as a
whole.
As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an
air conditioning business on the side. One of his clients was the
apartment complex next to the high school I was going to. I’d go with
him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon,
swapping out compressors, etc. Occasionally, we’d have to go into the
apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool
down the apartments.
Well, one day there was a problem with the air conditioner in apartment
#2301. Needless to say, since it was a saturday, I went with dad to
help him. We’d went to the apartment manager’s office to get the work
order, and then proceeded to the apartment. When we got there, we found
that there was a leak on the roof, and that it would require only a
small soldering job, along with filling up the unit with more Freon.
After doing this, we went down to the apartment itself, and knocked on
the door. A woman, I’d say in her late twenties, answered the door. We
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