The Hand of the Handyman (Pt. 02)
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I went into my small kitchen as Mr. Harris instructed and, removing all of the items from the shelves, placed them in boxes for easy storage. Mr. Harris had already begun painting in the main room and, approaching him, I asked if he needed any other help. He stopped and looked at me without speaking. I was uneasy with his facial expression so I told him that the semester was still a few weeks from starting and I had no other appointments for the next few days.
“You are offering to help me with the work here in your apartment?” inquired Mr. Harris.
“Yes. I can help you if that’s okay.” I said. As I spoke my eyes looked at the floor and then out the window. I was still just too embarrassed by the recent spanking to actually look him in the eye. However, in my own way, I wanted to let him know that I was a man and could move on from what had happened.
A small smile broke out on his face and Mr. Harris said: “Well, it’s kind of a warm day and with two of us the job will get done quicker.” He then gave me a short list of tasks to complete and I got busy.
We worked throughtout the morning and into the afternoon. My only break was to make us each a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (my one culinary speciality) which we ate as we worked. Mr. Harris even proclaimed it a “tasty” treat.
By the time late afternoon rolled around we had finished the painting. I looked around at how good my little apartment looked and I complimented Mr. Harris saying: “You did a great job. It looks so much better!”
“WE did a great job, Mike. You were a big help today,” he replied. “The paint smell is quite strong and, with the humidity, it’s going to be quite some time before it’s dry. Plus, your bed is piled with stuff and covered to protect everything. Do you have a buddy or friend who would be willing to put you up tonight?”
I thought about if for a moment and then explained to Mr. Harris that the majority of my friends were still off in other areas and would not return until closer to the start of the new semester. Looking around I told him I could make do and sleep on the floor of the small living room.
“That won’t be a very restful night’s sleep,” responded Mr. Harris. “I have a better idea. Pack up some clothes, your tooth brush and comb and you can bunk at my place tonight. I don’t live very far and then you won’t be breathing in all of these paint fumes all night.” As he spoke he went into my little kitchen, grabbed a paper shopping bag and handed it to me.
I took the bag and just stood there unsure what to do or say.
“Now,” he chuckled, “you’re not going to give me a hard time about this are you? I don’t live very far from here. My home is not the Ritz but I think you will be comfortable there for one night. And, it will be far better for your body to be away from this wet paint.”
I accepted his offer and went into my bedroom to get a change of clothes. As I was in there he reminded me to bring my toothbrush and comb. Everything else I might need would be at his house.
Mr. Harris and I loaded up his truck with his ladder and supplies and then pulled out onto the street. As we drove toward his house he informed me that he needed to make one stop at J.C. Penny and he would be not be in the store long. Soon, we had arrived at the store. Mr. Harris told me to wait in the truck and he would be back shortly.
He returned after only a few minutes. As he got into the truck he tossed a J.C. Penny bag to me saying: “Here, Mike. This is for you.” Then he started up the truck and pulled away.
I opened the bag and discovered it contained a 3 pack of white Hanes classic briefs. Apparently it was a promotional sale because the 3 pack actually contained four pair of briefs. Before I could say anything Mr. Harris explained that my underwear situation was pretty bad and he felt I needed some new shorts.
“It appears that you are a fan of those white jockey shorts so that’s what I got for you. And, they are on me. No need to repay me. I know that you are trying to watch your pennies so that you have enough to buy books and pay your tuition bill. Isn’t that what you told me this morning?”
I looked at the white briefs and felt both grateful as well as a little uncomfortable. Afterall, a guy had never bought me underwear before. But then I wondered if Mr. Harris was trying to make amends for the spanking he had delivered on my bare butt earlier that day.
“I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Just say ‘thank you’,” he laughed.
“Thank you, Mr, Harris. It was really nice of you to do this,” I said. He smiled as I spoke and I think he felt good knowing that he was helping me out.
A few minutes later we arrived at his house. It was a small house but with a beautifully kept yard and some colorful flowerpots. It was obvious that this man took pride in his home and surroundings. I could tell that before we even entered the house.
Mr. Harris unlocked the front door an then invited me in. I stood in the entranceway just looking around. Everything was neat, clean and in perfect order. “Wow” I said. “You have a very nice home, Mr. Harris”.
“Very good, Mike!” he exclaimed as he patted me on the back. “Yes, it is a ‘home’ and not just a house. I feel comfortable and peaceful here and tonight I want you to feel welcomed. You are a guest in my home tonight and I hope that you enjoy your stay, brief as it may be.”
Mr. Harris then showed me the rest of his home and I told him that I was very impressed on how neat and clean everything was. He thanked me for the compliment but also told me that he had learned, while in the Army, that order and cleanliness made the rest of the day go smoothly.
He led me into his bedroom and, taking the small bag with my clothes, toothbrush and comb in it, set it on his dresser. “Now, before we go to dinner we need to get cleaned up and get these sweaty clothes into the washer.”
Looking around the small but comfortable bedroom I told Mr.Harris that I was very low on funds and could not afford to eat out at a restaurant. After stating that I looked away mainly because I was embarrassed.
With his big hand he tussled my hair and smiling at me said: “Don’t worry about it because it will be my treat. Nothing fancy. Just a burger and a beer. There’s a place 2 blocks from here that I like. And, the bartenders know me. You’ll like it there too.”
I started to protest but he asked me if I was going to give him a hard time about it. Remembering the events of the morning I said I would glady accept his invitation.
“OK,” said Mr. Harris “now out of those sweaty clothes and into the shower. I’ll get our clothes in the washer and we’ll have them ready in the morning. The bathroom is right there,” he said pointing to an adjoining door, “and you will find soap and shampoo in the shower. Towels are on the shelf.”