my aunt blew me

I was 17, and working after school and weekends for a property management outfit in New Hampshire taking care of summer camps, cottages, and estates for people who lived out of state. We worked out of an abandoned Texaco station, and had a bunch of different old pickups, vans, tractors, and even a couple of boats to look after everything. I had worked with Kippy Kneeland learning how things worked, and was now being given some of the basic repairs to do on my own, along with the keys to the vehicles and tool chests. I had a ring of keys on my belt that weighed a pound and a half.