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I’d go with him on these jobs, helping him out with the ladders, installing Freon, swapping out compressors, etc.
Occasionally, we’d have to go into the apartments to make sure that the air conditioner would kick on and cool down the apartments.
As I grew older, my dad started taking me on jobs with him; he ran an air conditioning business on the side.
One of his clients was the apartment complex next to the high school I was going to.
A few of the girls were already full-busted, though these few were at a distinct disadvantage–their thrusting titties gave the look of being fully sexually aware, and mostly, they were by no means ready for any kind of mature behavior.
The boys of the same age were a couple of years behind the girls in development.
Not thinking anything about it, I put it into my pocket.
At thirteen, Angie was not very different from all the other eighth graders.
She seemed to be into computers, and music (which was my pastime; I was programming in three different languages, and enjoyed computer music/synthesizers).
We told her that we had worked on the air conditioner, and wanted to check to make sure that it was cooling her apartment.