I live in a medium-sized city. I was born in this city and have lived here all my life, except for the years I spent studying elsewhere. I am a 48-year-old man with an average income. I'm not a model, but I'm still quite noticeable. I am 181 cm (5ft) tall and weigh less than 90 kilos (200 lb). I have short, light brown hair and trendy stubble. I wear glasses and have never worn contact lenses. On the other hand, my friends say that glasses make me look smart. Who knows.
My job involves sitting in an office and attending meetings. I talk and drink coffee. Too much, I admit. I do yoga and fitness boxing. If I didn't exercise I'd definitely be pretty fat. I eat whatever I like, usually something fatty or sweet. I quit smoking years ago; it was the best decision of my decision of my life. I have no children and live alone. I enjoy my lifestyle because I'm not responsible for anyone else, I don't have to compromise, and I'm free.
I moved to this area about a month ago. My old neighborhood was getting starting to get pretty restless. There were gangs starting to form, and it felt uncomfortable to walk the streets at night. It's peaceful here.
The parks are clean, the streets are quiet, and the people are more relaxed and friendly. The house is a two-story apartment building. The apartments are accessed by hallways on the side of the building. My apartment is on the second floor at the end of the hallway, which is nice because I have windows facing three different directions.
When I moved into the building, I noticed how friendly my new neighbors were. It felt like there was a community where people cared about each other. taken into account. Two movers who trucked in everything from the old from the old house in one truck. When the neighbors noticed a load of moving, many ran over to ask if they could help. Of course, I didn't refuse. It sped up the work and I got to know my new neighbors.
Friendly people helped me: Ben, a retired man with a gray beard with slightly off-color jokes. Anna, a middle-aged, big-breasted woman who assumed was a lesbian. It turned out she was. She was also a lovely person. Jim was a little over twenty, an athletic young man, almost 185 cm (6.5") feet tall. tall. He was like a Greek sculpture.
And then Kirstie, an ordinary looking woman in her forties. Ordinary in the way she blends into the scenery and doesn't stand out in the crowd. She had an eighteen-year-old son, Tommy, who was slim and slightly short, probably under 170 cm (5.7"). He said he played hockey and was into computers as a hobby. I needed clarification on what a computer hobby was, but in all the excitement I didn't ask.
People greeted each other in that house, and everyone always had time to talk about this and that. It was easy to fit in when you felt accepted in the community. I really enjoyed being and living there.
A few weeks passed. The weather was summery, sometimes it was sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy. The people were friendly as always. One morning the sky was gray, but I didn't bother me. What did bother me was that my laptop had slowed down even more, and when I got home from work, it wouldn't turn on at all. Or it would turn on, the lights would come on, but the screen would stay black. After a while, I decided to ask for help and called a neighbor.
"Kirstie. "The voice on the phone answered.
"Hi Kirstie, it's Ed from next door. Listen, my laptop doesn't seem to be and I'm having a bit of trouble. Can you tell me if Tommy is really as good with these with this equipment as he says he is?
"He certainly is; I think so. Today's young people are surprisingly good with these things, and Tommy seems to be more interested in them than a lot more than many others these days. "
"Would Tommy be so kind as to come and see if we could do something with that machine? Of course, I'll pay for it. "
"Tommy's not at home; he's out somewhere, I guess he went to play football with his friends. But he has a cell phone; I can give you his number."
"That would be very kind of you, Kirstie," I said, saving the number into my cell.
I called Tommy's number several times, but he didn't answer. About an hour later he called back. I told him my problem and asked if he could help. The young man got very excited and said he would come over right away to look at it. I pointed out tha it wasn't that urgent and that he could come when it's best for him to come. It was about fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang.
"Hey, Tommy, you were quick," I said, a little surprised.
"Of course. I said I'd be right over." He replied, wiping the water from his face. It was still raining.
"You are really wet. Wait a second, I'll get you a towel. Leave your shoes in the hallway." I handed Tommy a towel and he dried his hair and arms. His white shirt was so wet that his skin was showing through.
"It's raining there. "Tommy said. "Can you believe it? "
"Heh, No shit. Take off your shirt and I'll hang it up to dry." Tommy tried to to pull off his shirt. It was so wet it was clinging to his skin. I asked him to raise his hands and pulled them away. I put the shirt on the hanger and Tommy dried his body with a towel.
"Are you cold without a shirt?" I asked.
"Not at all. I'll leave this towel on my shoulders."
"I'll make some coffee, if you like, before we look at this ancient machine. Sit by the table." I said as we walked into the kitchen. I watched the boy secretly. His upper body was slim, but certain muscles stood out.
His chest and biceps showed the effects of the sport, even though he was quite skinny.
"So you play hockey?" I started the conversation as I sat down at the at the table with the hot coffee cups.
"Yeah." Tommy said, trying to drink from the cup, but it was still too hot.
"So what do you do in the summer? "I guess they play hockey in the in the winter. "
"Well. I don't do much in the summer. I play with the guys and do some on the computer."
"You have a sporty body." I said, trying to take a sip from the cup at the same time at the same time.
"Really?" He asked. We talked about hockey, computers, and other things of interest to a young man his age. We finished the coffee and went into the bedroom, where my laptop was on the bed. followed Tommy, admiring his great body.
"You don't have a desk?" Tommy asked, wondering about the laptop on the on the bed.
"I use my laptop so rarely that I didn't feel the need for a separate one."
Tommy sat down on the bed and took the laptop in his lap, opened the case, and said what I already knew; it didn't work.
"I need to get into BIOS," Tommy said.
"Where is it? "I asked and Tommy started to laugh.
Tommy turned off the laptop and rebooted it. A strange program appeared that I knew anything about.
