Posted by Frank Taillefer , Thu Jan 29, 2015 07:29 PM
They were not happy at all, but what could they do?
I had set my mind to it, and they knew that I was going through with it... no matter what.
I must say that during the following months they totally got around.
Mom helped me, and paid for which was even more awesome, buying stuff that I needed.
Things that guy's don't even think about.
You know, stuff like pots and pans, towel's and other girly stuff.
Dad helped me putting together some furniture.
No,our relationship had never been better.
But let's go back to the bus driving thing.
So I studied that stupid route plan, and went back to the garage the next day.
Joe already had taken out the micro bird, and was cleaning the windows.
"Hey buddy." Joe yelled.
I waved and greeted him back.
"Ready to take her for a spin?"
"Course,"I said, "but what about the route?"
"Fuck that shit.
I don't even know the routes myself, and I really don't care either.
We have Homer for that."
Homer? Who the hell was Homer.
It turned out that Homer was the name of a navigation system.
Some German guy had made it a few years earlier, and Joe had installed it on all the busses.
I laughed and shook my head.
"Well,thanks for ruining my evening studying this stuff."
"You're welcome." Joe smiled and tossed me the car keys.
We got on board, and Joe squatted down next to me.
First he explained how everything worked.
Not the van itself, but mainly how to operate the signs and the door.
"Now,burn some rubber baby." Joe grinned.
I got excited.
I never drove anything larger than a pick-up truck.
I turned the key and started the engine.
My eyes glistened, and I must have had a huge smile on my face.
I looked at Joe and he just nodded.
I switched from P to D, pushed on the gas pedal, and the bus began to move.
My heart skipped a beat, and if I would have been alone, I would have screamed some kind of War cry.
But instead of me, it was Joe who screamed.
You're driving buddy!
I just grinned, as I drove around the parking.
After a few laps, Joe guided me of the parking and into the street.
My heart pumped up my throat and my hands where sweaty.
This was the real shit.
I was driving a freaking school bus on the streets of Taylorsville.
We drove through Taylorsville for about 15 minutes, and then headed back to the garage.
Gently I steered the micro into its parking spot, and turned it off.
"Not bad buddy." Joe said. "You're a natural."
I smiled from ear to ear and felt on top of the world.
After I had left Joe and his buses, I decided to check out my new apartment.
Main Street was only a 5 minute walk from ATC, and that was a nice bonus.
425 turned out to be the apartment above the post office.
I didn't have a key yet, so I just wandered back and forth, trying to see as much as I could.
The apartment seemed to be pretty big, although I had no idea if that would be all mine.
Next to the Post Office was a Dunkin Donuts, and on the other side was a jewelry store.
Well,jewelry might be a big word.
It was one of those shops where you can buy the cheap stuff;
Earrings,bracelets, necklaces, scarfs, silly looking hats and more of that stuff.
Right across the street from the Post Office was a lingerie store.
I knew that store.
Not that I ever had been inside, but of course me and my friends peeked inside whenever we would pass it.
I had been walking main street back and forth maybe ten times, when a lady came out of the Post Office.
“Are you looking for something?” the Post Office lady asked.
“No ma’am, just checking out the apartment above the Post Office.
I just rented it.” I said with pride in my voice.
“Ah,”the woman smiled. She stood there and was checking me out.
“Sophia already told me that she had a new renter for the place, but I expected somebody that was a bit older.”
I kinda shrugged.
“Well,I am Rachael.” She finally smiled and offered me her hand.
“I’m Frank.” I said as I accepted her hand and gently shook it. “Nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you as well Frank.”
“If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” She said before she went back into the Post Office.
So far it wasn't bad.
The apartment seems to be big, the downstairs neighbor was alright, and it was a Post Office, so no loud music seeping through.
I already loved the place.
Finally Sophia gave me the key, and I could move in.
The place was indeed quite big, and I shall try to explain the lay-out a bit.
The Post Office had a small lobby with three doors.
Left would take you inside the Post Office, straight ahead would take you to the P.O. boxes, and the right side door was MY door.
There was a doorbell, and someone (I assumed that Sophia had done it) put up a name tag, with my name right next to it.
Upstairs was the living room.
The entire room was 35 by 40 feet, although I couldn't use the whole room.
The stairs ended about half way, and for safety reasons they put up a short wall around it.
But still, it was more than I expected.
The living room looked out over Main Street, and on the other side of the apartment where two other rooms.
One was the kitchen, about 15 by 40 feet with all new appliances and stuff.
The other room was the bedroom, 20 by 40 feet, but it also included the bathroom.
I expected a tiny bathroom with a toilet and a small shower, but boy was I in fora surprise.
The bathroom measured 10 by 20 feet.
It had a toilet (of course) but also a full bath.
“Nice.”I smiled and could see myself laying in a nice hot bath after a hard day of work.
Everything and I mean really everything was brand new.
The kitchen, the bathroom, the carpet in the living room, the tile floor in the kitchen, the vinyl in the bedroom, the paint on the walls… everything… brand new… right out the box.
I have told you already that the rent was $300 a month, and this included all utilities.
At that time I had no idea that it was a bargain.
It was my first apartment, and I never had paid a single bill in my life.
Electric bill? No idea how much my parents paid.
Gas bill? No clue what-so-ever, accept that my dad was always nagging about it.
Water?My dad could flip out about the long showers I took.
But now it was all included, and I didn’t even realized how lucky I was.
The day that I finally moved in was Wednesday July 1st.
It was the beginning of my lease, and right in the middle of the summer holiday.
During the day my parents and friends helped me out, although I didn't had so much stuff to move.
My mom had washed all my clothes and hung them neatly in my bedroom closet, before she started to organize the kitchen.
My dad put together some last minute bought side tables and hung pictures, and my friends and I were hauling up the rest of my stuff.
By 3 PM we were done, and we were inspecting our work.
“It looks awesome.” My dad said while he was packing his tools.
“Yes,you have a nice place.” My mom said, but I could hear how she swallowed away some tears.
I felt bad for them, I really did.
But I knew that it was time for me to be on my own.
Time to explore life, and to see what it would have in stock for me.
My parents left, my friends left, and suddenly I was alone.
I was standing in my living room, wondering what I should do.
Should I fix up some dinner? Watch some T.V.? Go out and wander through Main Street?
My doorbell rang.
I automatically pushed the button that unlocked the downstairs door, assuming it was one of my friends.
Suddenly Sophia stood in my living room, holding a giant pizza box.
“Congratulations Frank.” She smiled and sat the box on the table.
“I thought that we could celebrate with a nice pizza.”
“Oh euh… thanks.” I stumbled.
Sophia took a spot on my sofa (courtesy of my parents) and opened the box.
“Do you have some plates?” she asked.
I nodded, went to my kitchen and grabbed a few plates.
“Come…sit…” and she patted on the sofa, ushering me to sit down.
Sophia divided the pizza and handed me a plate.
“Cheers.”She laughed and began to eat.
“Cheers.”I said and started to eat as well, wondering what she was doing here.
“We haven’t gone through my rules yet.” Sophia said when she had finished her slice.
“Rules?”I asked, “what rules?”
“The contract rules.” She smiled.
“There are always rules involved Frank,” she continued.
“Rules set by the owner of the property, and that would be me.”
I nodded, and expected the worse.
“My rules are quite simple,” she grinned.
“As long as you don’t burn down the building, or completely destroy it; Be my guest.”
I frowned, what did she mean with that?
“What I mean is that you can do anything you want to do.
You want to have parties that last all night long? I won’t stop you, the cops might, but not me.
You wanna have a pet? Go for it, as long as it doesn't disturb other people.
Basically you can do whatever you want to do.”
Sophia had stood up and was walking around.
I liked her rules, I liked them a lot.
She was now standing in front of my window, looking outside.
“People make too many rules.” She sighed.
“Way too many goddamn rules.”
I was kinda shocked hearing her say goddamn.
She didn't looked like a swearing type, she looked like a lady.
“Come here,” she beckoned, “I wanna show you something.”
I put my plate on the table and walked over to my window.
We were standing there, right next to each other and looking outside.
“My family is all about freedom.” Sophia said.
“We believe that freedom is the only thing that really counts.”
I nodded slowly, trying to figure out where this was going to.
“Lighten up a bit,” she laughed as she poked me.
She hooked her arm through mine and rested her head against my shoulder.
“Look at those people, Frank.” She whispered and so I did.
“Are they really experiencing freedom?”
I shrugged, I would assume so.
Personally I was more concerned about how intimate Sophia became.
Was this an appropriate thing to do?
“See that girl over there?”
I looked, and saw a young woman walking on the other side of the street.
She seemed to hesitate a bit, walking slower and slower, nervously looking over her shoulder.
Then quickly, like a bullet out of gun, she flew inside the lingerie store, and disappeared out of our sight.
“Saw that?” Sophia cried.
“Would you say that is the behavior of a free woman?”
“Dunno.” I mumbled. I could imagine that someone would be embarrassed to go into a store like that.
“Nah,it’s not that.” Sophia smiled, as she kept peeking out of my window.
“Girls are used to going inside a lingerie store.
My bet is that she is going to buy something naughty.
How old do you think she is?”
I shrugged again; I always have been bad at guessing ages.
“24? 25? Something like that?”
Sophia nodded,“seems about right.
I think it is something like this.
She is married, or has a boyfriend, and today she has decided to spoil the lucky fellow.
Maybe it is his birthday? Or their anniversary? Or maybe they are going away for the weekend?
Whatever it is, she wants something special.
She is used to buying normal underwear, but now she wants something really sexy…maybe something really naughty,
The kind of lingerie she would never buy.
She looked nervous, even afraid, don’t you think?”
I nodded slowly.
“She knows that she is about to do something that a lot of people would frown upon.
And I guess she thinks that everybody can tell that she is going to buy something slutty.
While in fact, nobody would know.
Women by lingerie, no big deal.
But for her it is a big deal, and why?”
I shrugged again.
“Because most likely she has been taught that buying naughty and slutty lingerie is something that you don’t do.
So my question is; Is she really free?”
Sophia’s logic completely made sense, but at the same time it was confusing.
I could see what she meant, but was that a correct definition of freedom?
“Course it is.” Sophia smiled.
“Freedom is everything.
Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of thought, free will and freedom to do whatever you want to do.”
She unhooked her arm, turned around and walked to the sofa again.
“That girl might think she is totally free, but she isn't.
She is held back, or limited by some morality that is laid upon her by her parents, society, church and maybe by her school.”
“Maybe,”I said, “but we can’t just do whatever we want to do, the place would be a mess.”
Sophia nodded. “You’re a smart young man, and absolutely right.
We need certain rules.
But do we need so many rules?
Traffic rules, yes I can understand that.
Other rules like; Thou shall not steal, or that it is not o.k. to kill people. Yes we need those.
But a lot of rules are a bunch of crap.”
I did agree with her on this one.
“When you all boil it down, then morality is nothing more than a bunch of rules.
Rules of our society, which decide what is right or wrong.”
“But don’t we need those rules as well?” I asked.
Sophia laughed and shook her head.
Did you know that there are some crazy fucked up laws?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t think that they are really executing them, but still.
Did you know that it is illegal to have more than two dildos in Arizona?”
I frowned and shook my head.
“Thank God this is not Arizona, otherwise I would end up in jail.” Sophia winked.
I grunted softly.
This conversation was slowly turning around, and I wasn't sure if I liked it.
At the same time, a certain fascination settled in, and I wondered how many dildos she had?
“Texas forbids realistic dildos and In Florida you can only have sex, missionary style.” Sophia continued.
“They also forbid kissing of the breasts over there and oral sex.”
I snickered, was this all really true?
“Oh yeah. Oral sex laws are weird and are covered in Sodomy laws.
Here in PA it is all legal.
Oral or anal, both married and unmarried couples.
It’s all o.k.” Sophia grinned.
“But there are states where oral or anal sex is illegal.
In Massachusetts a woman can’t be on top during normal sex.
So my question is… again… do we need those laws?”
It felt like I was being cornered.
Sophia was right, but something was gnawing on me.
Something was wrong, and I couldn't figure out what it was.
“Oh my.” Sophia looked at her watch. “Time for me to bail out.”
She stood up, gave me a friendly hug that lasted a bit too long, and walked out of my apartment.
And once again I was alone.
I sighed, walked over to my living room window, sat down and looked outside pondering over all the things Sophia just said.
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