Everything's Coming Up Sandy

It was being called The Storm of the Century, dubbed Frankenstorm, also known as Hurricane Sandy that was on a crash course to become a winter storm hybrid when it mixed with another storm, on course to ravage the eastern coast of the United States.

We lived in western New England and while nobody was sure where the eye of the storm would hit, the weather forecasters in our area were warning us that it could be a huge deal for us too because the jet stream winds were boxing in Sandy with the potential to turn it into a mega-storm over our region.

My father, who worked as a lineman for the electric company, paid particular interest as the storm moved up the eastern seaboard knowing it was going to affect his work schedule. By Sunday, weather forecasters were predicting a steady wind of 20 to 30 mph with Gusts up to 50 mph and anywhere between three and five inches of rain in our area but they still couldn't say where the storm was going to make landfall. No matter what, it looked bad for the Mid-Atlantic States and the southern shore of New England. West Virginia, meanwhile, was facing a blizzard.

"I'm screwed no matter where it hits," my father groaned as we watched the Patriots play the Rams in London on the television Sunday afternoon. "It's going to be a long-lasting event, two to three days of impact with wind damage, widespread power outages, heavy rainfall, inland flooding and a significant ocean surge. You might not be seeing me for a while."

We watched the news that night and they said that Sandy was a very serious storm that could become historic in scope. As a precaution, the Governor cancelled school for everybody in the state on Sunday evening and told state workers to stay home. I was a student at Blue County Community College so it looked like I was getting a day off when the scroll at the bottom of the television screen announced that BCCC was closing too.

I couldn't help but think of the scene in Ghostbusters when the guys are telling the Mayor of New York that the city was headed for a disaster of biblical proportions, Old Testament real wrath of God type stuff, Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes, the dead rising from the grave! Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!

I awoke on Monday morning to find dark clouds and a breeze but no real rain yet and it was hard to believe that the potential for doom and gloom coming. I went downstairs to find my father standing in the living room watching the Today Show with an overnight bag in his hand as he stood in the middle of the room drinking the last of his coffee.

"I was told to pack for three days," he said. "I'm not sure how long I'll be gone."

"It's not even doing anything."

"We're going down to Connecticut," he explained. "Looks like they're going to get slammed no matter where the storm goes ashore."

Al Roker on the television said Sandy was going to hit the middle of New Jersey sometime that evening and the historic mega-Frankenstorm was so large that half the eastern seaboard was already being affected.

"Guess you're on your own," My father said, handing me a hundred dollar bill. "Stock up on water and non-perishable foods in case the power goes out. Gas up your car and keep some cash on hand just in case," he advised. "I'll be on the cell but I don't know what I can do down there."

"Don't worry about it, Dad, I'll be fine," I replied casually. "We survived Hurricane Irene and the Halloween blizzard last year so I'm sure this will be okay too."

"We'll see," My father replied heading for the door with his overnight bag. "Just be smart."

I went back to bed for a few hours and when I got up again the television was still full of disaster reporting but when I looked out the window it really wasn't doing anything and I wondered what all the hype was about. I went to the grocery store and got some water and food but it wasn't very crowded and I noticed that there weren't a lot of people out and about. I went home and I was digging the grocery bags out of the car when Mandy Hayes from across the street approached me.

The Hayes' used to be friends with my parents before my mother died but my father didn't socialize much as a widower and we hadn't seen much of the Hayes in recent years. Mandy was a couple of years older than me and even though our parents had been friend we never really meshed because the girl was so full of herself and stuck up that I couldn't relate to her in any way. She saw me as a dweeb and a sap so I rarely bothered talking with her unless our parents forced us to be together for some backyard cookout or something.

"Hi, Kenny," Mandy said when she reached the car.

"Hey Mandy," I replied, surprised she was even talking to me.

Man, she looked great. She was at least twenty now and she had definitely grown up. Her yellow hair was half way down her back and her fair skin was strikingly white and pure.

"Are you going to be around today?" She asked.

"Yeah, no classes," I replied. "Why?"

"My parents went to a wedding in St. Louis this weekend and they're stuck out there because of the storm," Mandy sighed. "My kid sister is home because there's no school. I'm on the student radio station staff at Green College and we've been called in to do the weather updates, cancellations, and to help with all the other reports but I'm nervous about leaving her home alone."

Oh, so now she needed me for something, I thought to myself, once again resenting Mandy for never paying attention to me in the past.

"I'm sure she'll be okay," I reasoned. "What is she now? Like, sixteen?"

"Yeah, but what if the power goes out or a tree falls on the house or something?" Mandy worried.

"I'll keep tabs on her from here if you want," I said. "But I'm sure she doesn't want me babysitting her!"

Mandy scratched her forehead. "I don't know. It feels weird leaving her alone in the Frankenstorm."

"I doubt it's going to be that bad around here," I said. "She'll be fine."

Mandy sighed and glanced back toward her house, easily the best looking home on the street. The Hayes had money, prestige and influence and they were well connected in the community. They were snobs, actually, which is probably why my father didn't care about them once my mother died.

For some reason, I felt sorry for Mandy when she glanced back at me and sighed heavily.

"Tell your sister she can come over if there are any problems," I said.

"Well…..okay," Mandy said with hesitation. "Thanks, Kenny."

"Nice talking with you," I replied with a smile.

She nodded and headed back to her house. I couldn't resist stealing a look at her lovely backside as she went. Too bad I never existed in her realm.

I went in the house, made some lunch, and watched some more disaster television. The southern coast of Connecticut and Rhode Island as well as Cape Cod and the Islands was starting to feel the affects of the storm but we in Blue County was still far enough north and west not to see anything beyond a strong breeze and some sprinkles.

The doorbell rang and I answered, surprised to see Mandy Hayes standing on the porch with her sulking kid sister hiding behind her holding a small white yip-yip dog in her arms as well as wearing a backpack over her shoulders.

"Hi, Kenny," Mandy said with a forced smile. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I really don't feel right leaving Sandy alone at home during a hurricane. Do you think she could camp out here?"

What was I going to say? No?

"Sure," I said with a shrug.

I could see that Sandy was not happy at all.

"Great, I really appreciate this," Mandy said with a relieved smile. "Okay, sis, go on in," she said, stepping aside and motioning for Sandy to enter the house.

"This really sucks," Sandy complained as she reluctantly entered my abode. "Why can't I just stay at our house?"

"I just want to make sure you're going to be okay," Mandy explained. "This could be a big storm and I'd hate for you to be alone if something happened."

"Well, why can't he come over to our house?" Sandy grumbled.

"Just deal with it, okay?" Mandy snapped with annoyance.

It was clear the two sisters had been arguing for a while over this and I felt slightly awkward being caught in the middle of their dispute.

"I've got to go," Mandy announced. "Thanks for helping us out, Kenny. Sandy has my cell if there are any problems."

"Sure," I said.

"I don't know how long I'm going to have to be at the radio station," Mandy added, sounding all important.

"Don't worry about us," I replied.

Mandy nodded before disappearing from the door. I closed it and glanced at Sandy who, still pouting, dragged herself into the living room.

"Don't you think it's kind of ironic that you're Sandy and Hurricane Sandy's coming?" I asked as I followed her into the room.

"No," she said, giving me a disgusted look. "I've always hated my stupid name anyway."

"Sorry to hear that."

"I'm not a kid, you know."

"Yes, I can see that," I said.

I barely remembered Sandy, to be truthful. She was just a little squirt when our mothers hung out and I was obviously more interested in the older Mandy back then anyway but now I could see that Sandy was pretty much a younger version of what her sister looked like at that age and that intrigued me, almost as if I had a second chance with one of the Hayes sisters. I was, after all, the older man now instead of the younger goof.

Sandy set the dog down and dropped the back pack on the couch.

"What's doggie's name?" I asked.

"Dora the Explorer," Sandy answered and then she saw the look on my face. "Hey, I was three when they gave her to me," she explained defensively.

The dog proceeded to sniff around the rooms and I took a seat in one of the easy chairs, peered at Sandy who sat on the couch still pouting. She was wearing Halloween pajama bottoms and a yellow sweatshirt along with a pair of clod-hopper rubber boots.

"So, you had a thing for my sister," she said, peered at me.

"No I didn't," I replied, slightly annoyed at the charge.

"She says you used to follow her around like a lap dog," Sandy laughed.

I frowned, wondering what in the hell Mandy was doing telling her kid sister stupid stuff.

"Our parents were friends," I said. "We hung around some when we were younger."

"My mother says your father drinks too much," Sandy reported.

I looked at her with offense. "So, it would appear you're just as much a bitch as your sister is," I noted acidly.

She burst out laughing with delight. "So, you did like her!"

I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms across my chest. "That was a long time ago."

Sandy nodded with understanding. "I'm not like my sister, by the way," she said.

"You sure?" I tested.

Sandy definitely didn't look like her sister. Sandy had darker brown hair, cut in a curly shag. Her chest was probably half the size of Mandy's amble breasts and her skin wasn't as fair but she was attractive in her own way.

"I gave up trying to compete with her a long time ago," Sandy told me. "Let her be the good one."

"You're not good?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"I'm not as smart as her," Sandy groaned. "I'm not as popular. I'm not as successful. I'm not as pretty. I'm not as….."

"I think you're pretty," I said with a smile.

She gave me a deadpanned look. "I'm not that stupid, you know," she replied. "You don't have to placate me."

"I wasn't," I said defensively.

"Your dad leave his booze laying around by chance?" Sandy asked, glancing around the room.

"You drink?" I asked with surprise.

"Whenever I can," Sandy laughed. "That's the real reason my dear concerned sister didn't want to leave me home alone, you know. She was afraid I'd get shitfaced or have some friends over. Maybe get laid."

"Didn't she realize you could get laid over here?" I asked.

"Oh, Mandy probably thinks your gay or something!" Sandy laughed some more and now I was really feeling offended.

"Why would she think that?" I asked defensively.

"Beats me," Sandy said with a shrug. "Are you?" She asked, throwing me a look.

"Of course not!" I said, insulted.

"Well, I've never seen chicks coming and going," Sandy observed.

"I've had girlfriends," I assured her with annoyance.

Had was probably the more operative word now. My high school flame Judith had gone off to college in western New York State and she pretty much told me I was a free agent now but I hadn't gotten around to finding anybody new yet.

"So, you would have done Mandy if she let you?" Sandy asked with interest.

"As if Mandy would have let me," I muttered.

Sandy burst out laughing again. "Hey, I really like you!" She said with a wide grin. "You're pretty funny."

"I'm glad I'm entertaining you," I replied.

"Mandy only sleeps with guys who worship her, have money in a savings account, look like Hugh Grant, and drive new cars," Sandy observed.

"She sounds the same now as she did when she was fourteen," I remarked and this caused Sandy to laugh even louder.

"Just be glad you figured that out in time," she remarked gleefully. "My sister has broken more hearts than I can count." She looked at me and grinned. "More dicks too."

I had to admit that Sandy's disposition and temperament caught me by surprise. She was hardly the stuck up egotistical snot that I remembered her sister being. She sounded more like one of my guy friends, a tad vulgar and certainly not refrained like the rest of the Hayes.

"So, is there any booze?" Sandy wanted to know.

"There's beer in the refrigerator," I revealed.

"Anything harder?" She asked hopefully.

"Aren't you a little young for that stuff?" I asked.

"Please, you're not my father," She said, rolling her eyes.

"You drink a lot?"

"As much as I can and get away with it," she laughed. "My parents had to put a padlock on their liquor cabinet." She said it proudly.

"What else do you do?" I wondered.

"Oh, anything that can get me in trouble," she bragged. "I was driving my mother's car before I even had a license. I'm a straight C- student. My last boyfriend had some great weed I loved to smoke. I'm a pretty good shoplifter when I want to be. I've got a tattoo by my twat." She paused and stared at me for a reaction.

"You're just messing with me," I decided.

"Do you want to see?" She challenged, standing and putting her hands on her waist band.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," I said, holding my hands up.

She giggled and plopped down on the couch again. "Looks like you had the hots for the wrong sister, huh?" She teased.

"I'd end up in jail if I hung around with you," I said.

"Wouldn't that be fun?" She giggled.

"When did you go off the rails?" I asked.

Sandy shrugged. "Probably when I was around twelve," she said.

"What happened when you were twelve?" I dared to ask.

"Oh, Mandy's boyfriend tried to rape me," she answered easily.

I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. "Come on."

"It's true," Sandy assured me. "He had my skirt and panties down around my ankles. The only reason he didn't penetrate me was because Dora the Explorer came charging in and bit him on the ass."

"Good dog," I said to Dora who had finished with her exploring and had curled up on the couch next to Sandy. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"I never told anybody about that until just now," she admitted.

I was shocked. "Why not?"

"Oh, everybody adored Elgin," she sighed. "He was Mandy's first love. My father wanted to hire him into the family business even though he was only seventeen. They probably would have blamed me if I said something."

"I doubt that," I said.

"You don't know my family, pal," Sandy was quick to say. "I started hearing 'Why can't you be more like your sister?' when I was ten."

"I imagine she left a tough row to hoe behind her," I said.

"An impossible row," Sandy clarified. "That's why I gave up early. Especially after Elgin. I knew I would never measure up."

"You don't have to go down the other road though," I said.

"What road is that?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "The road to ruin and destruction?"

"The road to bitterness, resentment, negativity and self-harm," I replied.

"Well, thank you, Doctor Phil," she said with a frown. "Now, do you have any booze or not?"

I got up and went to the cupboard in the dining room where my father kept his stash of liquor. "Brandy, Whiskey, gin, vodka."

"Do you have any orange juice?" She asked hopefully.

"Sure," I replied.

"Bring the vodka," she said, heading for the kitchen.

I grabbed the quart bottle and followed her into the other room. I set the bottle on the counter, got a glass from the cupboard, and retrieved the OJ from the frig.

"Thanks," she said, pouring the glass about half full with the juice and filling the rest with the vodka.

"You want some?" She asked.

I shook my head no, so she put the cap back on the vodka bottle.

"How much you drink a week?" I asked as she took a seat at the kitchen table and put her clodhopper boots up on the table.

"Depends on when me and my friends can get our hands on the stuff," she replied. "I don't suppose you have any cigarettes lying around, do you?"

"Neither me or the old man smoke," I replied, grabbing a coke from the refrigerator and taking a seat across from her at the kitchen table.

I glanced out the window and saw that the breeze had picked up consistently and it seemed to be spurting rain but it still didn't look like a mega-storm. Sandy contently sipped from her vodka juice.

"So, what's your story?" Sandy wanted to know after a few quiet minutes passed.

"I don't have a story," I replied.

"Everybody has a story," Sandy said.

"I'm going to Blue County Community, I've got a part time job at Serguci's Italian Restaurant and I live with my father, the guy with the drinking problem."

"Don't mind my mother," Sandy replied. "She likes to talk."

"I'm sure she does."

"So, no girlfriend?" Sandy asked with interest.

"Not any more," I admitted.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," I said. "We just moved on. That was high school. Now we're at separate colleges and life goes on."

Sandy took another sip from her glass. "Did you ever notice me?" She wondered. "I know you had it for Mandy, but what about me?"

"You were ten when my mother died, Sandy," I told her. "Our families stopped hanging around together after that."

"She was a great lady," Sandy recalled. "I really liked her."

"She was easy to like," I replied. "How else could two odd couples like our parents be friends? It was my mother than drew them together and once she was gone there was no point."

"Do you miss her?"

"Every day," I replied honestly. "But unlike you, I don't drown my sorrows."

She looked at me with surprise. "You don't know what it's like."

"I'm sure I don't," I admitted.

She seemed annoyed. "What would you do?" She asked with an accusatory tone. "If you were me?"

"I'd get out of my sister's shadow," I said with a shrug. "Go off to boarding school or something. Do my own thing in a positive way instead of a negative one."

She looked at me as if I was forty-eight instead of eighteen. "What, leave home?"

"You don't seem to be very happy," I replied. "Why stay if you're not happy?"

"So, I should run away, you're saying?"

"No, not in the dark of night without telling anybody where you're going or taking off with some guy you were drinking with last weekend," I said. "I'm just saying if you're not happy with your life, make some changes."

"I didn't say I was that miserable," she muttered.

"Maybe you're just looking for attention," I theorized. "Hoping to get in trouble so you'll be noticed?"

She took a long swig from the glass. "Shut up," she grumbled.

"Don't you have any interests?" I asked. "Acting? Music? Dancing?"

She looked at me with disbelief. "Who are you? My guidance counselor?"

"I'm just saying that if you got involved with some activity or club or organization or something you might find a way to be more productive and satisfied in a positive way."

She finished the drink and put the empty glass on the table. "Nobody has ever said something like that to me before," Sandy admitted. "They just hand me a joint or a bottle or a condom and let me go on feeling sorry for myself."

I put my elbow on the table and buried my chin in my hand, studying her for a long moment. "Maybe you're hanging around with the wrong kind of people."

Her mouth fell open and she stared at me for a long moment. "I should take Dora out for her potty break," she realized after a long quiet stare.

"Okay," I said, breaking the slightly hypnotic gaze. "There's plenty of room in the back yard."

She left the table, throwing me a confused look over her shoulder before disappearing into the living room and returning a moment later with the dog, wearing a plastic rain coat over her sweatshirt.

I peered out the window. "Doesn't seem to be raining that bad," I observed.

"Hopefully she'll go quickly," Sandy responded as she opened the back door. "Come on, Dora, do your duty."

She stepped outside with the dog and closed the door behind her. I washed out her glass, dried it, and put it back in the cupboard before returning the vodka bottle to the cupboard in the dining room.

The back door flew open just as I stepped back into the kitchen. "McGraw!" Sandy shouted in a panic. "The wind spooked Dora! She took off! Come help me find her!"

I had no idea who McGraw was until I remembered that Dr. Phil's last name was McGraw and that must have been my new nickname.

"Okay, calm down, she couldn't have gotten far," I said.

"Hurry!" Sandy pleaded. "That dog is my only real friend in the whole world!"

That struck me as a very sad and lonely thing to say.

"She'll be okay," I assured Sandy as I started for the door.

"What if a tree falls on her?" Sandy worried. "Or she gets hit by a car? Gets blown away like Toto in The Wizard of Oz?"

I wasn't sure if those were rain drops or tear drops on Sandy's face as we went outside.

"Which way did she go?" I asked.

Sandy pointed in the general direction toward the Haskell's backyard next door and beyond.

"Okay, come on," I said, taking Sandy by the hand and jogging toward the Haskell yard.

It was raining harder now and the wind had definitely picked up. All of a sudden, the storm had become personal because of a missing doggie. I realized that this was hardly a big deal compared to what the folks in Delaware, New Jersey, New York and southern New England were going through but storms generally don't mean much to people unless they are personally affected.

We went through five different properties, screaming and calling out Dora's name above the wind, getting wet and muddy looking under bushes and shrubs. Sandy had a frantic look on her face and it was nice to see that she had a vulnerable emotional side to her under her tough act. Then it occurred to me that I should be thinking like Dora would think and I realized that I knew exactly where the dog was.

"Come on," I said to Sandy, dragging her by the arm back up the street toward our houses.

Sure enough, the wet and shivering Dora was sitting on the back deck of the Hayes' house waiting for entry.

"Oh, Dora you explorer you!" a relieved Sandy said happily, scooping the little dog up in her arms. "You scared me, you silly girl."

"Okay, Dorothy," I said. "Let's get out of the storm before we really do get blown to Oz."

We ran across the street back to my house although I supposed we could have just gone into Sandy's house. Once inside my kitchen, Dora shook off the rain from her fur. I handed Sandy a towel so she could wipe the dog down.

"Thanks, McGraw," she said with appreciation.

I watched as she affectionately dried off the dog and Dora happily pranced off once Sandy was done with the task. We were both wet and muddy from our little rescue mission.

"Ew," Sandy said. "I smell like wet dog."

"Sorry," I said.

"I could use a hot bath," she announced.

"Bathroom is at the top of the stairs," I replied with interest, wondering where her remark was going to take her (and us).

Sandy glanced into the laundry room off the kitchen and spotted the washer and dryer. "Can I wash these?" She asked, gesturing toward her wet and dirty clothes.

"Sure," I agreed.

"Good," she said, starting for the laundry room while pulling the sweatshirt off over her head. I stared after her as she reached the washing machine and tugged her pajama bottoms and underwear down off her legs, revealing her white tush as she kept her back to me.

She looked over shoulder and smirked. "You wanna wash your stuff too?" She asked.

I laughed and walked into the laundry room. "You really are bad, aren't you?" I teased.

"I know you love it now," Sandy replied with a smile, standing in front of the washing machine naked.

Her pubs were blocked by the washing machine but I saw her lovely pert breasts sticking out as she waited for me to disrobe. I probably should have questioned the ethics of the situation (she was only sixteen after all) but why deny the opportunity presented to me?

I easily stripped out of my clothes and tossed them into the washing machine with hers. She threw some detergent into the tub and closed the cover while I set the right dials and began the wash.

She turned to face me as we both stood naked in front of each other.

"You really do have a tattoo down there," I realized when I saw the tiny red rose just above her thin mound of hair between her legs.

"What, you thought I made it up?" She laughed as she gave me an appreciative look over too.

"Come on, Dorothy," I said, taking her by the hand once again and leading her to the second floor bathroom. "Let's take a hot bath before the power goes out."

We went into the bathroom and I started the bath. A naked Sandy sat on the side of the tub and watched the tub fill. I looked at her and smiled and she smiled too, standing and leaning into me, giving me a kiss. I gladly kissed her back and we kept our mouths locked together for a long moment.

"All of a sudden coming over here wasn't such a bad thing!" Sandy laughed once we broke the kiss.

"Not at all," I agreed with a smirk, leaning over and turning off the water now that the tub was full.

Sandy giggled as I helped her step into the tub and I joined her. I sat first and she sat in front of me, resting her back against my chest. I felt myself rubbing against her ass crack as I took the soap from the tray in the wall and began soaping up her breasts.

"Ohhh..." she moaned with approval, taking my hands in hers and helping me along.

She turned her head and kissed me, surprising me when she inserted her tongue into my mouth.

"My, my pretty, you're a good kisser!" I said, trying to sound like the Wicked Witch of The West.

She laughed as I played with her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them in a circular motion. She moaned again as I began pitching her nipples and her hands went up into my hair.

Suddenly, she stood, turned around and sat again, straggling my thighs as she leaned in and kissed me some more while my hands resumed exploring her breasts and then they eventually found their way around to her backside which I happily squeezed. Meanwhile, my erection was rubbing up between her legs and that made her squirm some.

"Are we having our own personal little Frankenstorm?" I asked.

"Oh, there's nothing little about it," she giggled, reaching her hand down between my legs and giving me a feel.

Dora the Explorer came to the door which we had left open and she sat in the frame, staring at us with interest.

"You like to watch, Dora?" Sandy laughed.

"You have a perverted dog," I grinned.

"How does that feel, McGraw?" Sandy asked as her hand rubbed me down there.

"Very nice," I gasped.

She giggled with approval before leaning in and kissing me again. We made out for a long time while our hands continued to explore each other's body in every spot imaginable. Finally, Sandy adjusted herself and helped me with her hand until I felt myself easily sliding into her underneath the water. She wrapped her arms around my neck and dropped her head back with happiness.

"Oohh, aah... yeah, mmmm..." She moaned.

I began lifting my hips up and down while Sandy pushed herself down on me and rubbing her breasts against me. I clutched her by her ass cheeks and pumped faster underneath the water. We kept on thrusting and rubbing and making out until I felt myself about to release.

"Aah, Dorothy! It's time!" I announced.

She groaned in response and we both screamed each other's names several times while she pushed her breasts against me and continued to ride me until I exploded inside her, the water in the tub bouncing against the sides of the white porcelain in a miniature version of the Atlantic Ocean currently experiencing the Frankenstorm.

"Oh, wow, gee, gosh, man," Sandy said when she was able to catch her breath, resting her head on my shoulder while clinging to me.

I smiled and kissed her again, both of us hugging each other while I once again began playing with her breasts with one hand and rubbed her rear with the other.

"I'm definitely glad I came over," Sandy whispered.

"Me too," I replied with satisfied contentment

"The water's getting cold," she informed me.

"How could that be?" I laughed. "I thought we warmed it up pretty good!"

She laughed as she stood and glanced down at me. I stared up at her, appreciating the view with added interest.

She leaned over and grabbed a towel from the rack on the back of the door and she began drying herself off. I reluctantly stood and she started drying me off too. Once we were dry, I swooped her into my arms and carried her naked into my bedroom, placing her on my bed. I lay down next to her, leaning in for another kiss as the rain and wind rumbled the window outside. Dora the Explorer jumped up on the bed next to us and all three of us fell asleep while Hurricane Sandy did her damage to the south of us.

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When I saw the days of coverage of the tragedy – the Jersey shore essentially wiped out, lower Manhattan underwater, the southern coast of Connecticut a disaster area, I felt guilty that I spent the day with my own Sandy.

We awoke later in the afternoon that day Sandy came over and we made love again in my bed as the rain fell outside and the winds blew. Mandy didn't come home until well after midnight although most of Blue County had been spared the brunt of the storm.

Awkwardly, Mandy woke us up as Sandy and I were both still naked in my bed having eaten dinner there and watching movies as the power never went out. We had to scamper downstairs naked and retrieve our clothes from the dryer where we had left them hours earlier and scramble to get dressed and answer the door but it didn't take Mandy long to figure out what had taken place in her absence, given our sheepish and disheveled appearances.

"Oh My God, what have I done!?" Mandy groaned when she practically smelled the sex on us.

But after the initial shock wore off nobody seemed to care. I began making my first appearances at the Hayes house in years and my father barely looked up when Sandy came into our house on a regular basis.

It was nice that I had fallen in love with one of the Hayes' sisters. I just never thought it would be Sandy!

(By the way, as hooky as it sounds, Sandy stopped acting out. She settled down, took an art class at Blue County Community College, landed a job at the restaurant to work aside me, and worked to bring her grades up at school. I was seen as the hero in her parents' eyes because they saw the difference in Sandy's attitude, behavior and outlook and that made our relationship all the more welcomed in their eyes).

Ironically, we had the Great Frankenstorm to thank for our little success, even though it caused so much misery for so many other people.