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In The Beginning Chapters 17, 18, 19, 20

Date: 8/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

Chapter 17 A Trophy For Alma Mater So that is how Mike Claymore got his Class 1A drivers license two weeks before the end of his basic training course in the Navy. And that is why that Monday morning he is on his way to Halifax with the five ton Old Thor and a heavy equipment float to pick up an artillery piece that has been donated to the school. Old Thor is a WWII tractor built by Crane Carrier and known as a M915 by the military. He rolls out of the base early and is into Halifax by noon on the dock. He has lunch then goes to find this big gun. He is looking for a cold war anti-aircraft gun, a 3 inch fifty caliber semi automatic deck gun that has been donated by the USN to the RCN. The Navy decided to display it at the school at Cornwallis. Orders are to pick it up at Fleet Maintenance yard at Cape Scott so he proceeds to that location. They are expecting him and inform him it will be secured on his float by 0800 Tuesday. Mike is free for the rest of the day so he calls a cab. Mike asks the cabby, "What's there to see here in Halifax?" "What do you want to do? Touristy stuff like the citadel or booze and girls?" "It's a little early for booze, I think." "Hey, you're navy, aren't you?" Mike chuckles, "Okay, do you have any historic booze palaces?" "Hey, I sure do. Big Walt's in Dartmouth. Have you ever been there?" "Nope, not me. What makes them so special?" "Big Walt's has been there forever, started as a bootlegger back in the day with dance hall and smoky dancehall ... girls, if you know what I mean." "Sorry, I'm just a country hick. What are smoky dancehall girls?" "Black girls to dance with or to give you that lap dance or to take to the back for whatever you arrange. It's a dark old hall at the back so all kinds of things happen." "I gather we are headed that way now?" "But of course." he smiles enigmatically. "Okay, drive on. What would they do at this hour in a dance hall?" He just gets that mysterious smile again. "Wait and see." They pass CFB Halifax Dockyard Annex and the power plant arriving in the Tuft's Cove area then swing into a graveled entryway. Up over a bluff they park in front of what looks like an old WWII warehouse. It doesn't appear to have been painted since then either. Mike looks it over, "You've got to be kidding." There's a wide cement porch on the front with nearly twenty steps up to it in cement as well and a double lead pipe railing down the center. There's a small flickering neon sign in a window that says beer. There must be a dozen muscle cars parked in various conditions around the step in a hap-hazard fashion. Mike is sure a couple of them don't even work. "Is this place safe?" Just then a black couple in their twenties come out the door followed by a skinny white teen who approaches them to talk. The kid has a beer in his hand and Mike is sure he is not of legal age. The kid reaches out and paws the lady while her friend threatens him with a raised fist. Mike grumbles, "It's a little early for that kind of ...