Throughout high school all I ever heard was "Stay in school. You're not going anywhere without that high school diploma." This was all good advice and I would recommend it to anyone today. I had no intention of dropping out of school. However, what people should have told me was to study while I was there. I graduated with a C average and no ambition to go the route of my classmates. Teaching, nursing or secretarial work was not in my future. My biggest achievement was becoming captain of the girls ski team. My father had me up on skis when I was four years old and it was about the only thing I felt I was good at.
I took the summer off after high school and come fall I couldn't wait to hit the slopes. My mom and dad were pretty patient with me and didn't mind me staying at home however they did get on me from time to time about getting a job. I put applications in to a few places but not much came from those. Besides, I really didn't want a job stocking shelves or working behind a counter.
My grandmother lived in the town of Dover, Vermont. I always stayed there when I went skiing. She had a huge old farmhouse with ten acres of land which abutted the lake. Dover was a big tourist town in the summer and in the winter it was only twenty miles to the good skiing. I remember thinking, when I was little, that my grandmother's house was haunted. I'd hear noises at night but later found out it was only my grandfather's snoring. Since then I'm pretty much okay with the place.
It was the end of March and I was driving into Dover after a day of skiing Squaw Ridge. As I drove past the Golden Eagle Motel I noticed the sign out front. It read: See you in the spring! Help wanted. About a mile beyond that I made a u-turn and drove to the motel office. I was greeted by a guy who looked to be in his fifties.
"Hi, I'm Margie Gilday. I noticed your sign out front and thought I'd pick up an application."
"I'm Lenny Ross," he said shaking my hand. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," I answered.
"It's a housekeeping job. Usually the people who apply are school kids or old ladies that want to get out of the house. Neither seem to work out too well.
"Well, I'm neither one of those so I'm probably just who you're looking for."
"You make a good point," he chuckled.
I looked over the application. "Do you want me to fill it out here?"
"Nah, take it home and fill it out. You can drop it off anytime. I've lived in Dover all my life and I don't remember ever seeing you before. Do you live in town?"
"I live in Adams."
"Adams! That's ninety miles south of here. That's one hell of a commute and I'm going to need someone every day. It doesn't pay much and it's only about fifteen to twenty hours a week."
"That's okay. I don't have any job lined up for the summer and I could probably stay with my grandmother," I told him.
"Who's your grandmother?" he asked.
"Mildred Gould. She lives on the other side of town."
I thought the guy was going to fall over. "Millie Gould is your grandmother? I know her. I've mowed that field behind her house every year since her husband, Ralph, passed away. So your mother would be Barbara?"
"Yeah!" Geez, this guy knew my whole family.
"Your mother was a few years behind me in school, but I remember she was one hell of a tennis player. You tell her I said hi. She'll remember me."
Needless to say I got the job and started on May first. I have no idea why but I really enjoyed this job. It wasn't hard and after a while I knew just what to expect when the guests left. Unmarried couples left a wastebasket full of condoms and stained sheets. Married couples left only stained sheets. Families would leave things pretty neat but everything was sticky from their kids grubby little paws. After I was finished for the day Lenny gave me full use of the pool and I got to meet lots of people from all over the country.
It was around eleven o'clock on the fourth of July when I pulled into the motel. I was expecting a pretty easy day as no one goes home on the fourth. There was a parade in town followed by a cookout / fair at the field behind the school and fireworks at night. My plan was to work on my tan out at the pool. I stopped in at the office to let Lenny know where I'd be if needed. I checked the register and noticed that unit eight was checked out. "Well, I guess I can handle one unit before I hit the pool," I thought.
Lenny's wife, Judy, came out from the back room. She didn't have much to do with the business but sometimes she'd cover the desk when Lenny's out.
"Oh, hi Margie. Lenny went out to get some ice. The machine broke down last night and he's buying ten bags here, ten bags there hoping to get us through the day. I expect him back in an hour or two."
"Well, that's a bummer. Can you tell him I'll be out at the pool if he needs me?"
Judy wrote a note and told me to enjoy the day as I walked out. I figured I'd clean unit eight first and headed to the laundry room. I pushed my cart down the walkway, dragging the vacuum behind me. When I got the unit I opened the door and there, on the bed, was a guy, stark naked and jerking his cock like there was no tomorrow. When he saw me he jumped up and ran for the bathroom. In my haste to close the door I hit my head on the door jam and almost knocked myself out. I put my hand to my head and and sat down on one of the benches. I wasn't bleeding and I felt I'd be okay in a minute or so.
Just then the door opened and the surprised guest came out onto the walkway.
"Are you alright?" he asked with concern.
