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Following Esa Rask around, Cooper learned fast what work at this lodge would be like. He basically shadowed Mr. Rask, doing whatever he was told by him. That kept Cooper busy with jobs and tasks all over the lodge campus until noon.
The old man summoned him to tag along as they walked back to the lodge, into the kitchen, and asked for lunch. It was bowls of chicken vegetable soup, with bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches. Cooper drank two glasses of water, and a glass of Milk. Mr. Rask had water and coffee.
At 1 p.m., Esa Rask left for the day. That was when and how Cooper learned the bid, old man worked
from 6 a.m. to noon, Monday through Friday, and 6 to 11 a.m. on Saturday.
See you in the morning, boy.
Don’t be late, were Esa’s parting comments.
Cooper found himself busy the rest of the afternoon, helping guys sweep off and pressure clean the tennis courts. He stopped at 5 :30 for supper, then returned to help put up new nets at both courts. They finished at 8:40 p.m.
At the end of Thursday, Cooper ascended the stairs slowly. His jeans pressed painfully on the sensitive flesh of his buttocks and upper legs as he raised his feet trudging up to the second floor.
The sun was still up and shining when he came out of the shower, pulled on a pair of boxers, and slid onto his bed on his face and stomach. It is was only shortly after 9 p.m. Once again he quickly calculated: he’d worked at least 13½ hours, another $135.
He was exhausted from the long day of work, as well as the severe, unexpected whipping that began his day by fervidly impressing on his butt and upper legs a lasting, lingering pain. Besides, he needed be up by 5:30 a.m., in order to be dressed and downstairs to meet Esa Rask when he arrived at 6 a.m.
His young manhood cried out for attention as he recalled and relived the spanking he’d awakened getting at the start of that day. Rolling onto his side, he fervently and vigourously ratcheted his rod until, his face contorted with the mixture of pain and passion, he exploded on his bed.
Almost immediately, he rolled onto his face and stomach again, panting lessening gasps as his consciousness faded as the calming relief of his intense wank washed over him. Mere minutes later, he was sound asleep.
5:30 came too soon, but he’d had enough sleep to be ready to get right up out of bed. He hastened to his shower, and by 5:55 a.m., was downstairs, sitting in the kitchen, waiting with two cups of coffee for Esa Rask to arrive.
The big, old man walked in, refreshed looking, and his face brightened as he spotted Cooper there. He smiled when he saw the two cups of coffee. They ate breakfast together.
Afterward, Esa led Cooper out and off on another day’s episodes of work at the lodge. While they were sitting eating, and as he walked miles along with Mr. Rask, Cooper’s damaged bottom reminded him how glad he was he’d gotten up and ready on time this day.
Over at the tennis courts, the older man told Cooper the courts needed to be freshened up with repainting
They’re looking washed out and faded, boy. Let’s make’em look first class, eh?
Yes, sir, Cooper replied, noting that this was something to get done that afternoon, if possible.
Esa declared it was not only
possible, but should be done and ready for his inspection on Saturday
morning. Blushing with embarrassment from the unmistakeable rebuke, Cooper declared it would be.
By noon, they were back in the kitchen, he and Esa Rask, eating lunch. At 12:30, Mr. Rask left, reminding Cooper to be up and on time in the morning, Saturday morning. Cooper assured the big, burly, old man he would.
Immediately, that afternoon, Cooper joined with the maintenance workers still there, to blow off, wash off, scrape of, and then paint the tennis courts’ surfaces. It was 4:40 p.m., when the young man, standing with his older, co-laborers, looked over and approved their work on the tennis courts.
He suddenly remembered the golf carts that needed the two, new batteries. Leaving the lodge, he hastened to the maintenance building where he found the two carts in question and saw the new batteries connect to them. He felt relieved that what he’d ordered the night before had arrived and the problem corrected.
It was after 5 p.m. when he returned to the lodge. He learned that Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights were usually the busiest nights each week. Tonight, with the golf tournament coming in to start in the morning, would be even busier.
No sooner was he inside the lodge than Jennifer Helminen called to him to get his attention. They were short a server in the dining rooms.
One of the women had left early, gone home sick. Friday evenings were always a heavy time for guests and visitors coming for dinner, and especially tonight, with people arriving for the golf tournament tomorrow,she explained.
Cooper really had no idea what to do, but assured he would find a way to deal with the problem. Thinking on his recent work over the past +8 months at the café, he walked straight back to where the other servers were located.
The 3 ladies all smiled and greeted him as
Cooper. He said he’d heard that another of them
had left sick, which they confirmed. The confirmed that
I’ve worked for Mr. Tulko in his café for going on 9 months, so if you ladies will explain
to me what and how you do things in the dining rooms, I’ll help out tonight.
The 3 ladies smiled with delighted surprise.
Okay, come over here, Cooper, and we’ll explain and
show you what we do. He did as they bid, and in short time understood the place set up, delivery of
drinks, appetizers, and entrees, and the dessert menu.
Okay, ladies, thanks. I think I’ve got it. I need to go upstairs and clean off all this dirt and
sweat, and change clothes. I’ll be back shortly. The all concurred, thanking him for his willingness
to help out.
Feeling the physical strain and fatigue in his muscles and bone, he went to his room to shower, clean up, and change clothes. As he relaxed under the warm spray, washing away grime and aches, he realized in this job he was everybody’s lightning rod for problems, and mule for helping get work done.
With a preview of the amount of work and problems to do everyday, Cooper smiled as his supposition that he would be a supervising director of lodge activities. Instead, he was the jack-of-all-trades, come-join-in, fifth wheel, problem-solver that everybody would recruit to help. Still, despite the fatigue, he felt a sense of value from his position and role.
At 6 p.m., he came down the stairs, dressed in the clothes he wore when working at the café.
Strolling quickly back to the servers’ area, he returned their smiles, and said,
Looks like I’m the weed amongst the flowers. Gosh, all that long, hard labour in the rock garden has affected my thinking and speech, he thought to himself.
By 7 p.m., the dining rooms were filled, and a 10-minute wait list was strolling outside, awaiting summoning by vibrating hand alarm, or sitting in the great, lodge lobby. Cooper was busy immediately, handling a quarter of the two dining rooms.
He greeted and led people to tables, took initial orders, and returned to chat briefly while waiting for further orders. He was amazed and pleased that it was going so well, and he caught on so easily.
The only drawback was he could not bring and serve alcoholic drinks, being a minor, and under age 21. Improvising a way to deal with that, he went to the bar, got a tray and had all the beverages ordered placed on it, then asked one of the regular serving ladies, or someone from the bar, to carry the tray, and dispense beer, wine, and drinks to the appropriate diners.
He explained he was too young to be allowed to serve the alcohol, which invariably evoked a smile,
laugh, or some other humourous response. Cooper usually added,
I can get all the coffee and tea you
want, though! smiling as he said it.
The thin young man, scurrying back and forth in his tight black pants, long-sleeve white shirt, tie, offsetting is pale, alabaster skin, white-blonde hair, and light blue eyes, was an eye-catching sight. He was surprised at the tips he got, but since he was a full-time employee anyway, he deposited them in the canister from which the regular servers divided up their tips.
At 10:50 that night, the lodge was closed, all patrons gone, and Cooper and the 3 servers had cleaned
up the kitchen and set the tables for the next day. Fatigue from the long day of work was hammering him;
so as the ladies filed out to drive home, he said
goodbye, and climbed the now, seemingly long
stairs to the second floor and to his room.
He knew he was too exhausted to shower before bed. Instead, he undressed quickly, but carefully, pulled on another pair of old boxers, and almost instantly fell into bed, followed by almost instantaneous sleep.
As worn out as he felt, however, he did not forget to set his alarm for 5:30 a.m. As he swiftly drifted off to sleep he added to his calculations another 15 hours, $150 earned.
Sluggish, and achy, but with his still battered backside to remind him, Cooper awoke, got out of bed, showered quickly, and dressed ready for the day. He walked into the kitchen downstairs just as Esa walked in from his truck. Staring directly at Cooper, only his eyes indicated his recognition the boy was on time to start the day.
After a quick breakfast, Esa took Cooper with him to the pro shop, to check on whether the tournament was ready to start. The golf carts were lined up for use, and clubs were available for anyone who didn’t have his own, or wanted to purchase one.
11 a.m. arrived quickly – even though only an hour earlier than during the week. Cooper sat with Mr. Rask as he ate a quick lunch, then said
good bye, see you Monday, sir. Esa waved to him as he drove away.
Then he got up to see what next he needed to attend to. Almost at once a man came in to find him, inquiring about rocks, bushes, and flowers for a rock garden in front of the lodge.
Cooper immediately went outside with the man to a flatbed truck with shrubs and flowers on it. The
shrubs looked low, while the flowers were bright, with many buds still on them.
Where is this supposed
to go? he asked.
Stating it was to rejuvenate the garden in the front of the lodge as people drive up to it, the man began lugging the plants and flowers off the truck bed in order to begin on the flower bed. Cooper joined in, helping to take off all the vegetation, and the man drove the truck off.
The man returned with two shovels, obviously expecting Cooper to join in and help. The young man did just that. The dug up all the soil, moved the boulders around to allow for more direct view of the garden, then began the serious work of digging and planting the shrubs, followed by the same for the flowers.
During the afternoon, the man told Cooper he had to go back to the maintenance and repair building to bring something for the garden. He left Cooper still digging and planting shrubs, with the flowers next.
When he returned, he had several cut boards of lumber. Laying them down behind the flower bed, he joined Cooper in completing the planting in the garden. After finishing the garden, the man called to Cooper to come help hold the lumber pieces, to assemble and install a large, pine bench for people to sit and enjoy admiring the garden scene.
When he was done, Cooper stood back to admire their workmanship. They had turned this large garden bed into an attractive setting of stones, bushes, flowers, with a welcome bench from which to enjoy the view.
While he was standing in front of the entrance doors to the lodge, they opened and Jen Helminen called
out to him.
Cooper, we’ve got the same problem as last night. Helene is still out sick, and we couldn’t
get anybody to come in to replace her. Can you do it again tonight?
In just a few days, he had been working labourious tasks, long days. Yet, from it all he felt a growing feeling of self-confidence and assurance of his ability to do this job, and really to take command of the lodge operations.
So, despite his feeling of weary fatigue, he summoned up the inner resourcefulness that is intrinsic to youth.
Sure, Mrs. Helminen. Of course, I will. I just need to go upstairs and clean up. You can see, I’m really dirty and sweaty right now.
Tell the ladies I’ll be their pest again tonight, he joked.
I’ll be down and get right at it in less than 30 minutes, okay?
Thank you, Cooper. You’re a lifesaver, Jen replied. The white-haired, fair-skinned youth with grimy hands and face smiled with his mouth and eyes, then walked in and began climbing the stairs to the second floor.
Inside his room, he quickly undressed, leaving all the dirty clothes in a pile on the floor and racing into the minuscule shower. As the warm downpour rinsed away dirt and sweat, he re-confirmed his earlier realization of his role as universal helper and problem-solver for everyone, at their beckon call to come and jump in and help.
He again felt the weighty weariness of the long hours in just 3 long days of hard work, but also quickly calculated how much he was earning in such a short number of days. Plus he had a feeling of importance to all who sought him out for help and solutions with almost everything happening at the lodge.
Careful to keep his knotted ties in tact, Cooper dressed again in the customary serving attire for the café (as he’d worn the previous night). Feeling the shower’s rejuvenation that youthfulness affords, he descended the stairs with more energy than he’d gone up them.
He was hungry and hastened into the kitchen to request a quick meal to curb his rumbling hunger, and give him the energy to work another 4 hours of so. After almost inhaling the food, he left to join the ladies who were already preparing for the onslaught of patrons that night.
Cooper followed the same regimen as the preceding night, securing someone to deliver and dispense alcoholic beverages, but otherwise working his quarter of the dining rooms with full attention and service. Once again he divulged his substantial tips received into the common pool to be divided amongst the 3 ladies.
It was after 11 p.m., when the lodge was closed, all tables reset, clean-up completed, and the non-resident
personnel and staff leaving. Cooper said
good night to all of them, then alone for the first time
in a long day of work, he climbed the stairs again to his room.
Tomorrow was Sunday, a day off for Mr. Rask and for Cooper. He knew he was ready for a
day of rest. Cleaning up the pile of dirty clothes he’d left lying on the floor, he thought about the need to do some laundry downstairs tomorrow afternoon.
After brushing his teeth, disrobing, and donning just the faded, old boxers to sleep in, he crawled wearily into bed. He could lie on his back, for the first time, without his butt throbbing in pain from Thursday morning’s licking compelling him to turn over for relief.
The next thing he knew, it was 10 a.m. He’d slept almost 10 hours! Suddenly realizing it was Sunday, he quickly got up, showered and cleaned up, dressed in some tight-fitting, khaki pants and a tan, brown, & navy tartan polo shirt.
Stepping into a pair of brown boat shoes, he hurried downstairs to find out where a nearby church was – especially Lutheran if there was one. A lady filling in for Jen Helminen told him the nearest church was a Baptist church about a mile away, to the right after reaching the roadway from the inclining drive to the lodge.
Deciding on the spot to maintain his habit and routine of Sunday worship, he began the trek down
the slant to the roadway, then turning right and heading along on the side of it until he reached a sign
Horseshoe Lake Baptist Church.
He slowed down enough to regain his breath and avoid arriving winded. Entering, he was greeted by two older men, about the age of Esa Rask. They ushered him into the sanctuary where he found a small group of parishioners sitting awaiting the start of the service.
Although his grumbling stomach reminded him throughout that he was hungry, and had not eaten, he was greeted by many, friendly people afterward. One of the older men he’d met when he arrived offered to drive Cooper back to the lodge.
It’s on our way, he said, introducing himself and his wife, as Micah and Trina Aho. He accepted
the lift, and as they came to the ascending drive, he suggested they pull off to the side, and let him
out to walk up the lodge.
They would not hear of it, and drove him right up to the front entrance portico to the lodge, letting him out at the doors. They offered to pick him up at 10:30 the next Sunday morning, if he would like a ride, and gave him their te