Unsupervised child labor

Summertime in the city, and time for the house to close down to save Ed some money, but no worries he has been in contact with someone who said he had work for as many guys as Ed could provide. It involved transferring the boys out of Ontario and across Canada. The idea of it was to give the guys some real work experience and most likely introduce most to the only people who would hire them. One of the requirements was to have short hair, working with food all had to be up to code. I laughed yes all must be legal......as I wondered being a ward of the children's aid how they would feel if they found out about its wards and charges crossing provincial borders under the care of a carnival business man? Yes meet Ted--We arrived at his farm to view his two semi-trucks which would be our home, and house the tents and equipment while on the road. Our first fair would be in Manitoba--the Red River Ex. It was explained to us that he would drive the trucks out early and set up due to school being let out when it did , he had to set up to be ready for the ex on opening day..so we would have to fly out to Manitoba to catch up with him....after that we would tear down-travel across Manitoba and hit the next province etc.set up .. Till we would work our way back to Ontario. This was a full time summer job. Hmm where would we sleep while we were on the fair grounds, he said here come take a look....with that we went to the trucks...Wow what pieces of shit these rigs were, rust holes in the floor...and mirrors falling off...Ted seem to read what I was thinking...he said don't worry you won't even recognize the trucks once he throws on a coat of paint and fixes the holes..We inspected the trailers and he said see where the stuff is stored on the bunks shelves...once they set up the tent this trailer will be empty so you throw your sleeping bag on the wood and thats your sleeping quarters...I don't get it we are to sleep in a storage trailer..no windows one freight door and one man door..in the summer time? The more I saw the more I didn't want to go...Then I found out that no staff were going on this cross Canada adventure...I didn't like Ted..he was very rough type of guy..swore all the time...and just didn't seem like the type of guy that should be left in charge of a bunch of youths.....Upon arriving home the other guys were happy at the thought of crossing Canada working in a carnival..I was not..I voiced this to Kathy and she said that I had no choice but to go as they were doing the annual close down of the home and there would be no staff here therefore no kids....I kinda of thought about that and said whats the difference, there will be no staff on this cross Canada adventure either.....I was told again I had no choice but to go..the matter was closed as the kids going camping were already planned and all spaces filled and the Kennedy road house was full. So with that one of the staff said that they would save the house money and give everyone a buzz cut as per heath code for working at Teds fair fast food restaurant. So out on the porch a kitchen chair was dragged out.......And one after another the guys who were going were given the buzz cut......damn as my hair was being cut I thought this is it ...I am really going on this trip....A tear hit the table cloth they used for a drape over me -- I said that some hair got in my eye and it was tearing up........
Well the day arrived and all going were driven off to the airport. We caught a flight to Winnipeg Manitoba....The pilot looked like he was in some movie airplane.....he beamed brightly at being recongnized and said why yes he did....he sat down on the arm of the chair and chatted with us about his movie experience....I think someone even got his autograph...man he was there a long time...I asked who is flying the plane...he said the co-pilot...I said oh....I was wishing the guys would stop asking the pilot about his movie career and let him get back to flying the damn plane....this being my first airplane ride I was very nervous as it was...and having the pilot sitting there on the arm of the seats back with us was making me more nervous..finally he finished bragging about the movies he appeared in and went back to the cock-pit....
We arrived in Manitoba and were picked up by Ted...he said that the trailer was still not fully unloaded so he would have to waste the money and get a hotel room for us......One hotel room I asked he said yeah, what the f...k he hadn't even made any money yet this season and already he had to shell out money looking after us....don't be asking for any breakfast in the morning we will be starting out to the fair early and we can eat there...tent one should be up and running by the time we get there....well with that we unrolled our sleeping bags and fell asleep....We packed up early and arrived at the Red River Ex.. We were escorted to the site...right away Ted started to swear and yell and his fair hands as nothing seemed to be done. The second tent wasn't even unpacked yet.....The hell I am going to pay for a f...king hotel room again for those guys as he motions over to us....with that he barks orders to everyone...we start setting up the tent. One lead hand says to me to hold this two foot spike straight while he sledge hammers it in.....I look at him as if he is nuts....I will not kneel there holding this spike while he takes over the head swings aiming at this little spike head....Ted yells get the f...k out of the way you pecker head. He tells the lead hand to hold the spike and Ted drives the spike in...one hit...two hits...damn three hits and it is in through the pavement. I wonder who repairs the holes in the parking lot after the ex is finished.....I ask Ted as he is still laughing at putting the spike in 3 hits.......he says who gives a f...k. Man we work till midnight...how can there be so much work involved in setting up a tent....This tent was huge though...must be able to seat hundreds...we all sat down at the tables we finished unpacking...he surveyed his tent finally set up..said good...get to f...k to sleep we still have alot of work to do. We climbed into the trailer we just finished unloading....and passed out. Second day we slept till 9am....wow we got to sleep in....someone asks where was Ted the boss? The lead hand says what you think he stays here...he sleeps at the hotel....great....well I hope he slept well. We arrive at the first tent and they have breakfast on....We eat then Ted arrives and he wonders why the second tent tables aren't cleaned yet? He starts to bark orders.....I was wiping down a table and he says to me what the f...k are you doing....he yanks the cloth out of my hand and says to use your full hand to wipe, not just a corner of the cloth...with that he says to everyone.HEY EVERYONE HE SNAPS..that I was useless at even table cleaning and I should be shown that if you don't give your all...you to will be punished... you are here to work...not a f..king holiday great I was going to be used as an example to everyone...he tells me to follow him to the back of the trailer and I was given a knife and my chore was to peel this biggest bag of onions I every seen. he said to be not get any of the meat of the onions and to just peel the skins off...and he will be checking on my progress....To this day I gag if I smell onions...I couldn't get the flipping smell of onions off my hands no matter how many times I washed my hands...and I had small onion cuts...that started to hurt...he says on one of his progress rounds that I was to get something to eat...and to learn how to work the coke machines....Well it looks as if everyone was given jobs to do....cooks, bus boys...and me the coke guy. That day lots of girls arrived on site--this was to be our waitresses...Ted says he hires the good looking ones..it helps draw in the people...damn as soon as we all dawn our waiter waitress uniforms the people start arriving...I am beside the horror house that has supertramp crime of the century on a loop...damn how many times can they play that...lots as I found out throughout the week....My job was to serve the waitresses when the sit down customers order the drinks...to fill their orders and also for serving the walk-buys........We had another coke machine on the other side of the tent with a Manitobian manning that machine....he was yelling ice cold pop.....get your ice cold pop here......and just like supertramp he yelled that like he was on a loop. I thought to my self there was no way I was going to battle the fun house supertramp and yell that silly line out....Ted at the end of the day...counts my cups and says that the other guy sold 30 more pops then I....I said it was most likely due to the sit-in customers as I couldn't see how yelling out ice cold pop could draw people in....He said ok....tomorrow you work his machine....that night a guy sold us alcohol..for only a couple of bucks mark up...damn you could get anything from a carnnie...they even had drugs but as far as I knew no one bought any....man we drunk...and drunk...Till. we got drunk...well with no adult supervision these guys went wild.....they went cruising for parties at the other rides and tents. I had all the mix I wanted from the coke machines...they came back to get some more mix...and said to come with them...they met this guy who had a small costume jewelry booth and he had this chick who was hot....We slowly made our way back to the booth...I said its closed maybe the guy hit the sack...like I should.....he says naw come on....we left up the flap and see them making out on a mattress in the middle of the booth...her boobs were flying like she was a cow girl riding a bronco....she was aware of the crowd and seemed to enjoy putting on the show.....the guy finally says he man can you guys give us a minute here............we all close the flaps and then a minute later the girl says ok...its clear....as she is smoking on top of the wet mattress...the guy is trying to get up but slips...damn as he holds up a sticky hand...she's hot eh?....they start chatting with us...and the girl asks us if we have any money....as she left a leg showing her dark patch.....The guys explain that we don't get paid till the end of the week...she says that you all come back then...ok ........all of you's ok...and with that we went back to our fresh air deprived trailer and passed out....

Scarborough Mirror

While working at the printing press place of the Scarborough Mirror, they asked if anyone wanted extra hours by helping the cartage company deliver parks and rec magazines that the printing company printed up..I thought this was good a job for a couple of weeks full time. Damn the work was hard...and some of the drivers were really lazy..One guy unhooked the tractor at a rink centre. He dropped the trailer and said that I was to start to unload the trailer and he would be back later .He said he had to see his girlfriend as she was upset and needed him....Well here goes..I started to unload the trailer into the store room, the driver was gone for hours...I worked hard and steady...I was almost finished when the driver returned...He was amazed that I done so much and we then finished the rest of the work together. He dropped me off at the printers --Newsweb, he thanked me for doing such a good job. I arrived home at Kennedy rd. home and it was late....I had to walk home as the TTC didn't run up as far as the home was....by the time I arrived it was late and all the guys were asleep. I went in and this woman was on night duty..She said hello and wondered where I got to as It was pretty late and next time I should call if I was to be out so late due to work. I said ok..She made a tea...a herbal one..and made one for me also...we talked for awhile..she was really nice. I asked if she could write down the phone number to the home as I didn't know it. She did so and slipped the number into my back pocket..and patted my pocket and said there.....hmm, I took another look at her nope ---it wasn't John in drag. Well I enjoyed our late night chat but I was really tired. I said that this was the hardest I think I ever worked. She said she had just the cure ..I thought I did to..bed...She said here she does this all the time when she is really tired...she took me into the bathroom and started to run the bath...I said maybe I should just go to bed ....she said afterwards...she ran the bath so there was 4 inches of water. She instructed me to get in....she said its ok...get in....you can leave your underwear on if you like....yay I will thanks..She said it would be better if I was lying down but if I left my underwear on she could also do work her magic...only I will have to stand up in the tub, as she leaned over she washed one foot --her top was loose and I caught an eyeful..as she bent over--my God was I to lose my virginity tonight.? As she rubbed my feet I steady myself holding onto her back, as her head nuzzled against my groin..damn this was good...there she says as she looks up to me ....how does that feel --ahh..go..goo...goood I murmured. She says enough for today...she says slip off the rest of your clothes and have a nice bath, as she fills up the tub, I wash up and she comes in and takes my dirty clothes as she says she will wash them up...she brings down my pj's to slip into. I then hear a car pull up followed by voices in the house...It appears that one of the boys home visits wasn't going well and the parents brought the kid back to the home. Well so much for 'what next'--I finished up and walked by the room full of emotional parents, mother crying as she begs the staff to somehow fix her rebellious son with a wave of a magic wand. Damn I shoot the kid a look that could kill...well asshole you ruined my night...bastard...!!! Well the rest of the summer was uneventful , John didn't seem to be around and next night I was looking forward to seeing that woman....but she wasn't on...no more late night baths that summer.

Transfer to Kennedy Road house

Once you hit 16 or over you were expected to get a job for the summer. Kids under this age went to camp. This was good for the ED as he could save money by shutting down one house. Also Kathy took 10% of our pay and we were to receive this when we left the care of the group home. So I packed my stuff and headed out to Kennedy road house the first 'KENNEDY HOUSE'. This house was so far in the sticks that even the TTC didn't come this far above Kennedy rd. It was a huge old farm house..nestled between two giant electrical towers. We drove to the back of the house and all farmland surrounded it. Amongst the electrical towers. It was explained to me that they could grow their own food and that even Moringside home benefited by this...(hmm, didn't the govt. set aside a food allowance for the homes...well I guess ED was on top of it and the rebates were in the mail..lol)Where Kennedy house property ended was growing was huge crops of goods, The land belonged to Ontario Hydro and Kennedy House had the go ahead to grow anything they wanted to on the land, in exchange the home had to keep the grass around the towers trimmed. Seemed like a great trade off. The guys at this home were rougher then ours..I guess this is where they stuck the career minded criminals. The neighbors at Morningside would have a fit if they saw this bunch hanging around the home, welcome to hell 2...Greeting us was this stench--it smelled like a shit...I asked one of the guys at the home did they just fertilize the crops ...this sent him laughing and he had to share it with the rest of they guys...so they all start laughing...I question them whats so funny? Its the shit hole they tell me, its all backed up. I was shown where I was to sleep...and unpacked my clothes and then went to check out the rest of the house. This house was huge. Night time was quiet too quiet...I was use to the drone of traffic on Morningside ave... but nothing came along Kennedy rd after six. It truly was country. It must have been the country air as I fell to sleep early...I was awoken by someone's alarm clock..it wouldn't shut off. I got dressed and went downstairs...What the heck was everyone up already for?..I found out that most had to go to summer school.....giving the type of guys that were warehoused here, I found that not a surprise. So I got a coffee and sat in the living room, staring a bust of John F Kennedy...hmm maybe this is where they got the idea as to what to name the houe in the beginning...I was shaken out of how they picked the name of Kennedy house by seeing John march in...All the guys went nuts when they saw him...Hey such a following wonder what his secret is ....The alarm starts up again, It is coming from the bedroom off the livingroom..there is a bunch of guys standing around the door way. John is in there and all the guys in the door way are going wild....too much excitement for me this early in the morning..as I return to the kitchen to get some more coffee. I thought the best way was to stay out of the way of John. One of the guys says to me that I have to see this...John has a cattle prod and he is going to zap the guy who won't get up. I said no way...they can't do that...the guy looked at me as if I was from out of space...what do you mean..John zapped him with it the other day because he slept in.....I went over to the bedroom and peaked over the shoulder of the guys at the door, and John had this huge baton stick, and on the end of it were two metal prongs that looked like nipples on a battery. The deed was already done..So back went the cattle prod into its secret hiding spot in the office. You wouldn't think that it was legal to use on a human, if it could get a 800 pound animal to move....would ya? Well now the kids were really hyper --John comes out and says to guys settle down you girls...John turns to me and says that they look like pretty girls eh..? Where the hell is John going with this...I wonder...I continue to sip on my coffee..so he takes three of the guys into the corner and whispers to them....The three guys exit the room. and John stands there staring at me.....winks and says just watch.....in comes the 3 guys with their pants down..showing just their pubic hair---see I told ya they were all girls..I couldn't believe that this whole morning was happening ---The guys had no penises--!!! What the hell? John says take a closer look, move forward guys...I said NO its ok... I can see...John says to the troupe to take a bow,. and they bow to me--John is staring at butts intently now...and a evil smirk draws across his face....something is really wrong here....John then instructs the boys to turn around and take a bow...well who would have known you could do that....! All three had mushed their goods and put them behind and up and inbetween their legs giving you the illusion that they had no penises--John then instructed them to take a bend again and again, seven times in total.......and they all laugh and John says there the official 21 gun salute welcoming you to Kennedy Road. More of the guys were watching and some drop their pants and practice the maneuver--checking in with John to see if they were doing it correctly..This went on for awhile and wondered what was to follow--what could follow next....and then we hear a car come into the driveway, John yells that is enough...everyone pulls their pants up...and as the car pulls behind the house, John reaches for his cattle prod and goes out the front door and puts the stick into his trunk...and then goes around to the back of the house to greet the next staff member who is on next shift.. John comes into the livingroom and says ok.....NOW EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN....lets keep this quiet.....OK as he turns to me shaking his finger in my direction......hell I thought who the hell would believe it anyway..........tomorrow I think I will just sleep in...since I have already had my 21 salute welcome......

Back to the GARAGE.

The garage has all since Becky's condom party been sealed. Well not to make it out to be a sex den but then again........
To all those who donate to worthy causes I would like to thank you, as one who was on the receiving end I was always amazed at how generous people could be...tickets to sporting events..circus...car shows...cne...concerts...heck even eat more chocolate bars. Well a new shipment of donated clothes arrived. I kinda was surprised that we would accept clothes as the government set an allowance for each kid...If in that allowance they stipulated that a portion was to be set aside to clothes.....what happened to the money saved from donated clothing....I would assume that Ed cut the government a cheque and rebated it back to the people of Ontario...yay right..lol...ok.........So Kathy came in on her day off.....as she repeated so many times as if queuing the rewards man to hand her prize. Here is how this was all to go down...We were to go over to the garage and try on some blue jeans in the garage that were donated...the order was to be done by rooms and they were starting at the top. So the guys in the attic went over....they arrived back all excited with their new pants, and I started to get up and one of the attic guys said that Kathy wanted the room at the other end of the house to go next...hmm, you would think that they would go left to right..instead of right to left.....so I sat back down ...guess I was to be last at this blue jean give-away--hope there was lots of blue jeans. One after another the guys went over and picked up their jeans...now it was my turn........I had no roommate at the time so I went over alone....In the garage Kathy sat around a whole bunch of boxes with blue jeans spilling over the tops..and pairs of jeans spread out over the couches and chairs...As I entered the garage Kathy again sung here tune....how she was working on her day off and was tired so she wanted to get this over with a.s.a.p. She went over to a folder that had my name on it...she thumbed through it and came to a wardrobe sheet.......on it was a minimum and maximum requirement for my whole clothing wardrobe. I was to enter in my measurements as Kathy measured me and called out the numbers. She started at the top measuring my head for hat size, and my arms etc....I asked if I was to get jeans today then why am I getting totally sized...she again sung the Kathy tune how she was working on her day off and how she was doing it all for us ungrateful kids as she spit out another measurement shouting to write it down...ok now the inseam.........she instructs me to stand up straight and look forward...she puts the tape measure between my legs ......and I backed away in shock......I said "HEY"...She now sung the Kathy tune again and this time she shouted to stand straight up......again she took the measurement. Strange how she took the left leg and the right leg inside measurement...seeing that the size sheet I was recording the measurements on didn't call for both(this was explained later to me that it was ok.. she was FEELING for what side I hung on.......WHAT THE...) OK this inside measurement seem to drag on longer then the other measurements, and she keep on sticking her hand with the tape measure knudging up against my crotch...I look down and she is on the floor kneeling at my feet, her face level and inches from my crotch...yup you guessed it...what the hell man talk about wishing the big guy to go back to sleep....damn how many times does she have to keep nudging..and snuggling up to my crotch..she said that I have to spread my legs so she can get a proper measurement..damn what the hell was she doing all this time if she wasn't measuring in the proper place...more nudging well she didn't have to repeat that I should stand up straight....I WAS..finally she got the measurements and I recorded them...she then zips over to a box and says to try these on....and again she says do it quickly as she sung the Kathy tune again...I said is the washroom unlocked...she said do it here now...what the ....here I have this hard on due to her snuggling up to my crotch and now she wants me to disrobe in front of her......She said either I try on the pants now, or she will come over and do it for me....I slip off my pants, taking a peak ..I see Kathy looking for more pants in a box..so I start to relax a bit...wishing the big guy would settle down...I was trying to put the pants on as quickly as I could but they were stiff, I had one leg in ..and was trying to put the other in when I felt the weight of her stare...shit she was looking at me..she looked up and our eyes met...I in shock and hers kinda glazed over...suddenly she sang the Kathy tune again........and told me to hurry as I was the last one and she wanted to go home.................................me too.