Responsibility Ch. 29

I had decided to go back to school and work on a degree, so I could do something different with my life. At forty five, I was semi retired as a general contractor, but I wanted to do something that was both fun, and would sock away even more cash for another ten years or so. I was initially greeted with some skepticism by the other, much younger students, but they soon came to realize I was pretty savvy to the real world, and didn't take any crap from the professors either. While considerably older than everyone I was hanging out with, I still looked a lot younger, and acted that way as well. It wasn't long before everyone pretty much accepted me as someone they could both hang out with and trust, so after a month or so, I was invited to an underground party that was being put on in an old warehouse near the docks. We weren't given any further instructions until thirty minutes prior to its kicking off, to lessen the chances of it being infiltrated by some undercover cops.

PROLOGUE I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, where most of the nine hundred or so people, who lived there, often didn't lock their doors. Being part of the baby boomer generation, meant that a lot of those residents, were my age, or a few years older or younger, give or take. A lot of our parents were veterans of World War II, and a few families had suffered losses in that war. But this story isn't about wars or hardships. The summer after I graduated high school, I learned what it meant to work in a very physical, full-time job at a stone quarry. We worked ten-hour shifts and five more on Saturdays. I was in the best shape of my life at eighteen years old. Working that kind of schedule meant we had to squeeze our fun into a few short hours every evening over that summer. In less than a month, I would be starting my freshman year at a major university. So, this summer had kind of a last-chance feeling. If Bryan Adam's song, 'Summer Of '69' had been writ

"I'll see you, girls, later. You know that I'm out of sorts unless I get in my daily two and a half K's." "Are you sure you can find your way back to the campsite, Louise?" "Sure Mallory, the GPS will bring me right back to this spot. It's never failed me yet." "You make us all look like lazy hens, Lou. Nonetheless, we'll save some breakfast for you." "Knowing how you girls like to talk, and how fast I am, I'll be back before you even start cleaning up." "If you say so, Lou. Stick to the trail. It wouldn't kill you to relax. That's the point of this girl's adventure in the first place." "Running helps me relax, Mallory." "Yeah? It sure keeps your figure trim at any rate." "A little exercise wouldn't hurt you; you know Mallory." "Hey! I work out, twice a week at the gym, in sexy little thing for the guys pumping iron to appreciate." "I'll

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