By mid-May I still had not found anything and my father thought he would secretly help me out. We lived next to them for most of my life, and Dad and James (Dad called him Jim) were good friends.
My bedroom window is on the side of our home next to our neighbor’s back deck.
I was in my room one evening in mid-May when I heard my father go over to talk with James, who was cooking out on his deck.
Dad walked up to him and said, “Good evening, Jim, I’ve got a favor to ask if you have a minute.” James replied, “Sure, Ed, what can I do for you?
I’m willing and able to handle whatever needs to be done at the warehouse.” The last two weeks of school passed quickly, and I soon found myself in Jim’s big, four-door, diesel pickup truck heading for my first day of work.
Since Matt and I hadn’t been hanging out so much for the past couple of years, I had not seen or talked to Mr. I didn’t really mind him looking since he’s a good looking black man and has always been nice to me.
He and his wife Rhonda were around forty-two years old, just two years older than my parents.
My hair is shoulder-length and a natural dirty-blonde, which contrasts well with my blue eyes. I’m not a classic beauty, but could be considered to be a handsome and sexy girl, looking a little like Jillian Michaels the TV fitness trainer.
My parents knew that I was trying very hard to find a job, and that I wanted to find it on my own. owns some kind of company where they made a wide variety of plastic and rubber products using injection molding and other techniques.