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Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Mason hadn't been speaking about the tap at his own home, but more for the places he might be going. Student apartments, youth hostels, whorehouses... Many places that needed repairing, though with only so many plumbers to go around. He hadn't actually found any summer jobs for what's-his-name yet, so he did hope that the boy had at least called ahead to find any places that were hiring, even if he hadn't called his uncle to ask for suggestions. So, do you have a resume? If you brought it with you I can take a look over it and see if there is anything nearby that might be needing your help. If not, you can go through this week's papers to find anything open. He'd probably only get minimum wage. There wasn't enough work for the people already around there, so unless he had connections he wouldn't get anything more. Sure, he could probably help his nephew, though if he didn't take him up on the offers already given he wouldn't mind just shoving him into a Wendy's. What high school parties had beer? Yes, he might have sounded someone preachy, hypocrital, things like that, but even if he went into a 'in my day' rant, he would be basically honest about his disbelief. He simply didn't go to the sorts of parties that had booze before he was legally allowed. He went on some questionable Halloween things, but nothing that caused permanent damage to the buildings or furniture. Be careful if you get offered to go to one of those out of the blue around here. Some charge or are for trading pot and other favors. He flipped the burger, having it sizzle a bit more before he decided it was nearing the point of being finished. Uping the setting on the stove, he looked at his nephew again. Some of them are even more sinister. I know I said to not take advantage of girls, which you shouldn't have trouble with jailbait given age of consent laws around here. He probably shouldn't have told about that, but he would find out eventually. It was a year higher here than in St. Louis, while a half hour's drive into Georgia or Alabama brought it down to sixteen. Strange stuff, but he needed t learn it after calling the cops on some people he mistook as being underage going at it. Still got them jailed for indecent exposure, though. You're a pretty boy, so avoid anyone who brings that up. Maybe get yourself punched in the face a few times so that the sodomists don't invite you to their flings.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

I have one, but it's on my laptop. Tucker paused for a moment, realizing something. Um, do you have a printer? He wasn't sure if the man would have that kind of thing. It wouldn't particularly surprise him if he didn't even have Internet. He hoped so, though, otherwise he might have to do a lot of his work on campus. A printer wouldn't be a problem, though. He could always get one, but first he'd rather get a job. Until then, he could go to a library to print off whatever he needed if his uncle didn't own one. At the party question, Tucker laughed--more because of the question itself than because it was asked. He quickly sobered up, though. All of them, he said, unable to suppress his smile. He couldn't help it. It was just a funny question to hear because drinking seemed so prominent. Maybe there were still a few dry parties, but Tucker had never been to one. The smile vanished when Uncle Mason warned him about the parties around the area. He would be sure to keep that in mind, although he wasn't going to worry so much about the age of consent. If he ever did anything, it would probably be with people he met on campus. He didn't think he would have to worry about anything then. Tucker narrowed his eyes at what his uncle called him. He detested the name, and he would have said something about it, but he was distracted by what came after that. His face lit up at the word he used. Sodomists. That was such a weird word. Sodomites? You mean the fags? A humorous grin was on his face. He used the derogatory term deliberately. It got him snipped at a few times by the two gays he hung out with back at home, but he didn't care. He didn't find anything wrong with it as long as it wasn't directed at him or anyone he knew in a mean way. And since he doubted his uncle would care, he didn't hold back on his choice in words. Then again, would he care? Now that Tucker thought about it, did the man ever have a wife? He couldn't remember his mom ever mentioning one during the few times she talked about him, and the years prior to his family moving from here were hazy. Maybe he preferred being alone--maybe he was asexual. Maybe there could have been a possibility the man was gay, but...sodomites was too weird of a word for a gay to use, even if they were a closet case. But maybe he was wrong. Either way, he let the thought go for the time being. I don't think I want to have a banged-up face, though, especially if I want a job. Maybe I'll just turn them down nicely.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Yes, I have one. Mason said as he opened up the bottle. He set the burger on a plate and placed it on front of him, before sitting on a stool. He waited patiently to see if he had anything else to say on the matter. If you want a scanner though, you will need to look elsewhere. He arched an eyebrow as his nephew laughed at his question as he drank before mentally setting it aside as some sort of inside joke the boy had with himself. He just sat akwardly, wondering how to deal with things. Maybe start instructing him on how to use the laundry, not getting grease everywhere, and how he was going to start cleaning up after the dogs. Yes, the ass fuckers. Mason agreed after the boy's smile broke out. Apparently he liked dirty words, so he might as well go with the proper translation. You probably had a lot more back home, so I shouldn't be surprised that you're familiar with them. Mason may have been a mite uncomfortable talking about the matter, but for the most part he just continued in his lecture mode. He wasn't the best talker in manners like this, with family he hadn't seen in such a long time. Especially when it wasn't on his terms. He did well enough at work and at the local clubs he frequented or took part in, but warning about the dangerous of drugged up kids was the business of the sherrif or chief of police. Just avoid getting drinks nearby them. Apparently a good deal of them are contaminated with disease. He took another swig as he considered what was said about a banged up face. Or they might do something to your drink. Huh. Had the kid brought his own shower stuff? He was low on shaving cream and didn't know if he could share and have enough to be decent at work. Then again, the kid seemed like he was too young to have face fuzz.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Nah, I shouldn't need one. Just the printer will do. While making a note on how he would print off the resume later, Tucker took off the top bun long enough to squirt some ketchup on the patty. By the time he set the bottle back on the table, his uncle was warning him about how the evil gays would rape him. He always wanted to have a conversation with a bigot, just to satirically spout off all of the anti-gay remarks he knew to see their face light up in agreement. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to live with this one and might need some level of acceptance later on down the road, he would have done so. Instead, he went with something else Yeah, some could, but not all of them are that bad. He paused to take a bite of his burger. When Uncle Mason started cooking it, he became aware of how hungry he actually was, and now that it was in front of him, he wanted to eat. The buns were a little stale, but right now, he didn't care. Tucker swallowed what was in his mouth. I know a couple gays. They never tried raping me. Maybe they hit on me, but they backed off when I told them I wasn't interested. Now that he was done defending the horrible, evil, sinful creatures to which he belonged, or at least for the time being, he tore off another chunk of his sandwich. There was one thing that was now clear to him. He was going to keep his mouth shut about his orientation. He would like to have a roof over his head that was something other than his car's. Keeping it a secret wouldn't be a big deal, though. Tucker didn't mind playing hide in the closet.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

I wouldn't worry about those you see day to day. Mason agreed, more concerned about disease than anything. When men raped women they could get them pregnant. When women raped men they were mocked and shunned if they tried to complain to the police or coworkers. Woman on woman... No penetration, no sex. Something Clinton said, or something. Anyways, there were plenty of glory holes for college students, though one could only guess what happened in between them. It would only make sense forthem to get someone 'clean'23. He didn't car much for the political correctness squads about saying that gays were less sexually immoral, how they never pushed if you said no, how they didn't cheat on their partners, any number of things that he had serious doubts about, if only because of how often it happened for the heterosexuals. But really, what was there to say after all this? He simply sat awkwardly to wait for his nephew to finish eating and to see what he intended to do next, so as to not... He couldn't really think of a reason as to why he was doing it. It would come to him eventually.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Yeah, okay, Tucker replied. So maybe his uncle wasn't as bad as what he thought. Now he sounded more reasonable, not like someone who thought every single gay was bad and evil and wanted to get into every guy's pants. Conversation died after that. He wasn't sure if it was because of the recent topic or if it was because his uncle simply ran out of things to say, but it wasn't a big deal. There were a few things Tucker could have said to try to start conversation back up again, mainly things that consisted of getting to know the man, but he didn't bother right now. After a few more bites, he was finished, and he stood up to throw the plate in the trash. For a brief moment, he wondered what time it was and glanced at the clock on the stove. He might actually consider going to bed early, but then again, probably not. Once night would set, he would be awake again. That was how it usually was. He looked back at his uncle. Do you mind looking at my resume now? he asked. Not that he necessarily wanted to think about work, but it wouldn't hurt to see if the man knew where he might have some luck. Then he could stop by those places tomorrow and get the applications. Or do you know if any restaurants around here are hiring? Flipping burgers and waiting are all I've ever done, except for a landscaping job, but that didn't last long.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

The akward silence seemed to be going well. Just two guys, sitting around, sharing a burger and beer... God, this was boring. Stifling a yawn he watched as his nephew threw away his plastic plate. Must have been driving on the high from energy drinks and was just starting to wind down. Maybe he needed to have him clean out his car so that he didn't attract any animals going after Missourian meat or whatever he would have stored in there. His nephew seemed to have gotten talkative now and was showing some sign of intelligence. He nodded as he removed the plastic plate from the trash, placing it in the sink for washing. Maybe it was getting a bit beat up. It had so many scars from cutting his food that some water that splashed onto it from a nearby bowel pooled in the center. Bring down your laptop and I will look it over quickly. He considered if the boy would be able to learn how to repair dishwashers and such, but brushed it aside as being easier to have him do it. You won't have much luck if flipping burgers is all that you can do, but if you have any hobbies or old clubs you could rattle off we might be able to find your something. They could only hope. He left the room temporarily to look out the window to the drive way. Returning, he took his seat again. You have everything out of the car? Got an alarm? Red vehichles tend to be the first things anyone hits around here.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Tucker nodded at his uncle's acceptance to look over his resume. At the mention of hobbies and clubs, he shrugged while stepping toward the entryway of the kitchen. Just baseball and working for the school's newspaper. He didn't bother listing gay-straight alliance. In most cases, it probably wasn't going to help him get a job around here. And I like camping, but I don't think that's going to help much. He left the kitchen right after his uncle and turned toward the stairs, but he stopped at the foot of them when he heard the man ask about his car. He looked back at him. Yes and yes. All of his luggage was out and he made sure to take out his iPod when he got out of the car. And unless something happened to it, there should be an alarm. Tucker turned back around and climbed the stairs, only staying up there long enough to grab his Dell laptop. He would return to the kitchen, or wherever Uncle Mason might have been by the time he got back downstairs, and once the device was started up and the document was loaded, he would have handed it to the man. In total, there were four jobs listed on it. Going in order, they were a cook at McDonald's, a waiter at Applebee's, landscaping, and a waiter at Applebee's again. The first two lasted for the summers after his sophomore and junior years, respectively. The landscaping job lasted for only two months, and then his last time waiting lasted until he quit to get ready to come down here.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

'True.' Mason thought to himself as he waited in the kitchen, begining to clean out some glasses as Tucker went to unpack his things to find his computer. 'You can only get scholarships for football.' He didn't know how long it would take for him to pull it out, log on, and find everything, so he didn't see any reason to just sit around. His nephew came in a bit after with his computer and began to boot it up. After seeing no more progress on the screen, he dried off his hands as the teen waiteded to hand it over. 'Hmmm, so it was Tucker.' He thought as he read the description of the boy given at the topp of each. Age, adress, schools, the like. Hmmm, some Applebee's. Same or different locations, though? I'd suggest Applebee's if you can find an place where they would actually tip you. Considering the customers though, I'd try working at babysitting or an old person's home. He scrolled done a bit further, looking for any mention on his hours, though it was doubtful there would be any sort of mention on it. Did you used to get more from the tips or the salary? If you can't find tips you would be better off outside of food service. He proceeded to log onto the internet on the boy's computer after a few complicated passwords, taking in the homepage before checking the website for the Department of Labor followed by googling on minimun wages, finding minimum-wage.org. Work locally, you'll get less pay in Georgia and it isn't worth the time and gas to head to North Carolina. Did you work in Missouri or Illinous? He asked with curiosity, ever unsure where they lived or worked on the eastern or western banks of the Mississippi. Plenty of work for landscaping around here, though it's mostly under the table stuff and gets nothing for your Social Security. He went to Tucker's favorites list and added the page from the Department of Labor before getting up and finding some a notepad. Read up on the local laws so you don't get screwed over, look about tomorrow for work, then come to me if anything seems too shifty. He began to scribble down... Something.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Tucker gave a humorous smile at the suggestions of two other jobs. I'm not so good with kids, but I guess I could work at an old person's home if I had to. Maybe kids were more entertaining, but he'd rather deal with the stubbornness of an old fart than the delinquency of some snot-nosed brat. He watched his uncle scroll down the document. There weren't any mentions of the hours, but the locations were the same for the two Applebee's. At the question on what he earned more from, he shrugged. The tips weren't too bad. It all depended on the nights. When he saw Uncle Mason bring up Internet Explorer, he was kind of relieved that he chose that over Firefox. Although he thought the chances were small, unless the man would have looked at his history on that browser, he was glad to know the possibility of that happening was nonexistent. Regardless, he forgot about this, though, as he heard the next question. He looked from the screen to his uncle. Illinois. St. Louis was a little too far away for my tastes. I mean, I would've went there if I had to, but no need for that since I managed to snag jobs that were closer. And as for the landscaping jobs Maybe I'll consider it. He shrugged. I don't mind the work. Maybe he would even have better luck with it this time around. He frowned at his uncle telling him to look up the laws. That didn't sound fun. At all. But maybe he would later. It could be a nice bedtime story. Regardless, he said, Will do. Then he looked at the notepad Uncle Mason was writing on. What are you writing? he asked, not stopping to consider that it might have been a bit nosy to do so. Besides, if it was somehow related to him, he had the right to know.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Probably hadn't changed any kid's diapers, though he certainly would if he got on the wrong side of the staff at an retirement home. Just getting the numbers to check the references. Might as well look like he was doing something. Get an idea of the kid's work ethic and personality before he had him working for his house and board. Are there any summer courses you are taking at the college, by mail, or online? We are going to need to know when you can use your half hour of internet access. Mason wrote down a few more things, added some bookmarks to IE, then slid the mouse to the bottom of the screen, logging out from the internet connection. Well, Tucker. He somehow managed to mispronounce a name with two syllables. Read over this stuff, unpack, and get your rest. He didn't know how tired the kid was, but he really had little to say to him. While it might have been better to let him just use the computer twenty four seven, he wasn't going to have his bandwith drained when the kid was supposed to be working. You don't have any allergies, do you? He asked while thinking over breakfast, stretching his arms over his shoulders and behind his back as he got up from leaning over the computer. That stool wasn't the best choice to have used. Oh, and avoid anyplae inthe city with a streetname having Boulevard. Those are all filled with 'Yankees, queers, ragheads, and Polacks'. He looked thoughtful for a moment before shrugging it off. The Poles are apparently the more dangerous of the groups.
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Tucker smirked a little at hearing what Uncle Mason was writing down. Going to call 'em up yourselves? Not that he really had anything to worry about. Maybe he had a few occasions where he goofed off a little, but for the most part, he was a good worker. He considered himself a good waiter--always checking up on his customers, making sure they had a drink, the like. Maybe his time at McDonald's was questionable, but he was younger then. Besides, they probably forgot who he was, anyway. The only one he would be concerned about was his landscaping job. Hearing that he got into a fight could really hurt him, but his defense was always the same thing anyone else would have done the same if they were working their ass off in the summer heat alongside that douchebag. When asked about any summer courses, he was about to answer, but he stopped when he heard how long he could have Internet. He frowned, although he didn't argue about it, as much as he wanted to. He didn't want to cause any more...minor altercations like what had happened upstairs when he didn't take the bedtime seriously. No, nothing for the summer. He considered requesting that he have the thirty minutes during the night, but figured that would be an easy giveaway for why he would want it at that time. His uncle, as a guy, should understand the need for porn, but it would have been a little weird letting the man in on his little habit, since, you know, they were related and all. Tucker lightly winced at the mispronunciation of his name, but he didn't comment on it. Instead, he turned his attention to his laptop, but it didn't stay there for long. He looked back at Uncle Mason, shaking his head. Nah, no allergies. For a moment, his gaze drifted downward, seeing the exposed skin from his uncle's shirt lifting up as he stretched. Looked like his uncle was on the hairy side. He lifted his gaze back up when he saw the man's arms falling back down, not wanting to be caught staring. Subconsciously, he licked his lips. That was when he heard his uncle's warning. He would have been a little put off by the derogatory terms--except queer and yankee--but it sounded more like he was quoting something, which didn't make it as bad. At the mention of the Polish apparently being the most dangerous, though, Tucker couldn't help but to smirk a little. Even more than the roofie-slipping queers?
Thread: Say Uncle (Kadavro & Yep)

Odd for the boy to be smirking. What could possibly be funny? No idea what roofies are, but the rainbow brigade can't take a punch and only go after the Poles when they outnumber them. The history of the local Poles having escaped the Nazis and Reds also meant that they had some martial spirit in them and weren't too keen on the overly liberal. The Poles are a bit more professional, and don't like how some of their sons get targetted by gays. For various reasons... It went without saying why. They were a bit more exotic than the local fare, without being overly so as in the case of the Muslims. The scandal of photoshopping using the heads and bodies of Turks for a nude calender aside. Someone had even managed non-doctored photos from the times people weren't completely decent. While he had his suspicions, he did not know for a fact how someone had gotten near nude picks of him with his towel half falling off his waist. You'll probably be spending more time at college going whatever it was you were going to do. He hadn't found it very clear on what general things he was doing there, but it wasn't currently his top concern. Time to just wrap things up. Well, Tucker. Mason said as scratched his belly around the belt, sticking his fingers done to get an itchier area. Do you need to check your e-mail or anything? He considered how he might not even need to use his connection and just head over to the libraries, bars, schools, or anyplace of the sort that might have it. Might be worth his time, might not. Either way, his only other option for more time besides butternig him up would to by to use his uncle's computer, wherever it was kept. If you need to shower before you turn in be careful with the towels. Some of them got motor oil on them when they fell onto some rags near the washer. It was a shame. Sure, many of them were a bit small for him, but his regular large sized one had also went down, leavng him to dry himself in the sun or to use a smaller towel until he was damp and it was dripping. Anything else?