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Post by willc453 on Oct 14, 2018 20:26:25 GMT -6
Well, let's see....chapter 19 got expanded to chapter 21 which is only 1/2 page right now. No snippets this time, but the boys get involved with basically a majority of FBI agents. Remember how The Shadow says he/Aaron are not Mensa material? Is not is not not is. To these two, there are policemen/officers and cops, the later which to them, is a nasty four letter word. More people get a free ticket to another country. More background on those two growing up, along with unexpectedly running into friends they knew back then. What happened to the thugs sent after Aaron? And has anyone thought that maybe the girls had a religious revelation, becoming nuns? And of course, Harrison (JT's dad) gets involved in their lives again.
Gotta go back to at least 18 and read from there to 21 as I want to make sure I get the time line right....can't have 'em doing 2-3 things in the same time period, meaning day or week. See ya Friday.
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Post by texican on Oct 14, 2018 22:54:08 GMT -6
Gotta go back to at least 18 and read from there to 21 as I want to make sure I get the time line right....can't have 'em doing 2-3 things in the same time period, meaning day or week. See ya Friday. Oooohhhh Friday.... Five days.... Guess the Moar Hounds will have to wait impatiently.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Oct 19, 2018 2:53:34 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 16
On the second week of spring break (Monday), we had just gotten off work, returning home via the nothingness when Aaron said he'd check the mail. I started fixing things for supper as it was my turn, then turned around for a bit to see Aaron just standing in front of the closed door with a piece of opened mail in his hands and went back to preparing everything for supper. Asked him if there was any mail from home, thinking he had gotten a letter from his folks, but when he didn't say anything, turned again to look at him and asked him what was up. He just kind of shuffled to the kitchen table, sat down, held out an envelope to me, saying this one's yours...and probably the same as mine. That one I couldn't figure out, but it was from our school and when I opened and started reading the VERY short letter, felt sick inside. Like my stomach had fallen out and laying somewhere outside on the ground. It basically said due to unforeseen financial circumstances, this educational institution could no longer financially support our educational endeavors until further notice by this institution?! The only “good” thing was we still had several months before summer arrived and school was out till the following September. Aaron looked at me and said two words: JT's dad and all I could do was simply nod in agreement.
Don't know how long we sat there with those letters laying on the kitchen table, but it seemed like an eternity. Then Aaron asked what we were going to do. We could pay off our courses with the money we had gotten from JT's dad as there was more than enough to cover that and of course, still have quite a bit left over. I said yeah, we can but.... Aaron: but what? I said I wouldn't be surprised when next year starts, maybe our records get lost, told that the classes we NEED for our diplomas will be full, so we can't take them. I mean, is there no end to JT and now his dad making our lives miserable? Aaron looked as glum as can be and said I was probably right, so what do we do? Sat there for a bit and then told him I was thinking about how all this hassle in our lives and us being brothers started with JT in sixth grade. And MAYBE JT being like he's been wasn't all his fault. That got a rise from Aaron who said I had to be crazy thinking like that. Or was it some how NOT his fault that he was going to RAPE Annabelle? I looked at him and told him THAT is something I will NEVER forget or forgive JT for.
Then there's a knock on the door. It was Agents Peabody and Sherman. When Aaron asked what they wanted, Sherman DEMANDED that we open our door, but Aaron replied unless you have a warrant, you're NOT coming in. That REALLY infuriated Sherman who said under the national terrorist act, we do NOT need a warrant and not only that, you can be held incognito until there's a THOROUGH investigation of your activities. This was when Agent Peabody told him to calm down and wait in the car. He left muttering. She asked if she could come in and of course we said yes. Saw she had her briefcase with her and wondered what was up with that. Offered her some tea, which she accepted but declined any cookies. She tells us that they're here for several reasons. First she pulls out some paperwork and offers it to both of us, asking if it looks familiar.....how about it being a copy of our ORIGINAL filing of The Wolfmobile being trashed? And of course, nothing about this matter being settled between all parties involved. Another set of papers was our filing complaints against JT and his Goons when they kicked the snot out of us, along with the schools infirmary report AND hospital report about our injuries?! We just kind of sat there stunned and then Agent Peabody said we're not ALWAYS fumbling bureaucratic idiots. All we could do was thank her at which point she asked if we were going to file charges JT and his friends. She was surprised when I said we don't know and asked why not; considering the h*ll they've put us thru. Aaron looked at me, I nodded, so he got the letter from the school, showing it to her. She said she was sorry this happened to us, that maybe we....then paused to ask if we thought JT's dad was behind this? Aaron tapped the paperwork before us and said what do you think? She said he was probably right, but didn't believe she could help us on this matter. Then asked what were we going to do, so we told her we weren't sure. We could get full time jobs to make up the difference, but what if there's other things that happen, like lost credits, etc.? Seems JT can do nothing wrong and his Dad backs him up all the time. We figured we'd just poke along like we've been doing, you know, working thru the temp agencies and who knows what'll happen in the summer. At least we should be able to get full time jobs thru the temp agencies.
She tells us that we've been cleared by FBI and Homeland Security as far as not being mutants. She asked if we'd seen JT lately and we told her everyone that had the money, went to Fort Lauderdale for spring break. Then we showed her our two posters of the photos of JT and Goons Inc. and those panties of course, in the center of the display. She gasped and said my lord. Then wanted to know where we got them and we told her there was a bunch of 'em being posted all over town....didn't you know this? Apparently she hadn't, with these photos putting a new slant on everything. I said let me guess...you had Agent Charmin with you when asking people questions, didn't you? Yeah, she had and now realized Charmin had alienated so many people with his attitude, no one was going to tell him or her a thing. Then she wanted to BORROW one of the posters we made?! I said no way...think I heard somewhere that a complete set of photos with panty is going for five hundred dollars. Like maybe JT's dad was trying to buy every photo, though I'm not sure about the panty part. Was surprised when she said she'd pay five hundred for it and said are you kidding? Just LOOK at all the things Goons Inc. are sexually doing to him. Now consider the misery he's put us thru in college alone, there's not enough money in the world for either of us to sell them to anyone. Then she said how about loaning it to me? Told her that Aaron and I had to talk this over and we did. All she was going to do was make copies of the photos and then return everything, BUT we told her we wanted a receipt for this with the three of us signing separate copies and the poster was valued at one million dollars. She really squawked about this, but she also understood our position. We said as far as we're concerned, Charmin would STEAL my private property without hesitation and not even give me a receipt for it even if it was illegal. And if the photos or the panties are damaged, I want one million dollars and the FBI keeps the poster. She agreed and left with my poster, saying she'd have it back in a couple of days.
After she left, Aaron and I got talking about JT. I said think about it, what was JT's greatest fault? It was his ego, pure and simple I said. Aaron didn't understand because he said look how good looking JT was, the number of girls he's been with, extremely athletic, his folks are rich, his dad is well connected in the state capitol, very well known lawyer and that's when I said stop. I said think about this....how many times has JT gotten into trouble and of course, he being their ONLY son, he's their fair haired boy and could NEVER do anything wrong. Followed by his dad or mom raising Cain how everyone picks on him because they're jealous of him, his parents are well off, etc., etc., etc. How about we pay them a “visit”? Aaron asked if it would help things if we dealt JT's dad like we did with JT, his Goons and his dads thugs...but I'm NOT going to beat his mother even with a switch, do you understand me? I'M NOT GOING TO BEAT HER!!
I sighed and asked him could he actually see me beating JT's mother even with a switch? Have you already forgotten our Sunday school lessons? Aaron: what....what are you saying? I said remember pride goes before a fall and what ever you sow, you shall reap? He said yeah, he remembers those parts from the Bible, but what does that have to do with us dealing with JT's folks? I sighed again and he told me to quit the sighing bit and just tell him what I had in mind. I said remember how Agent Peabody said word was passing around how the girls sorority house might be haunted? Aaron said what, we're going to make scary ghostly sounds and they'll run for their lives? That's NOT going to happen even in YOUR wildest dream. I replied what if they got to thinking and believing their place was now full of poltergeists? All we need is our broom and mop handles and with us in the nothingness, there's NO chance of them seeing us. Better yet, how about we take those two skeleton hands with the partial arms with us, but wrap duct tape around the broom/mop handles so IF they see anything, they'll only see them? Aaron said that sounded pretty good and a lot of fun, but he didn't think it would be enough. Then told him the rest of my plan and then Aaron came up with additional spins for our visit. We both agreed our plan was sick and twisted....and most fitting for JT's Dad. It took us two days (after work of course) in not only getting the stuff we needed, but where to find and buy it. Now we were going to make our “visit” that night, but decided to wait until either Friday or Saturday night because we didn't know how long we'd be at JT's folks place setting things up and then of course, doing it. Besides, after dealing with JT and the rest of his Goons, we hadn't had that much sleep. So after supper, we went to bed each night.
Now some may remember in an earlier entry of mine that Aaron and I were like brothers back when we were six years old. Not quite, it just seems like we've known each other like that since then. I'd see him from time to time going by our place with his folks in their car and he was the first to wave to me, so I waved back. It actually started us being like we are, going back to fourth grade. You see, that's when, where and how the three of us really first met. Everyone was out on recess when I heard a commotion and saw a bunch of kids in a group shouting and of course, went to see what was going on. It was JT and two boys whom we would later on call Goons with JT pushing Aaron around, calling him a sissy because he was always studying, wore glasses, never played any sports and wouldn't fight back. Then Aaron was pushed and fell in the dirt. Thing is, JT LOOMED over Aaron because for whatever reason, he had really shot up in height. I'd seen him from time to time in school and he was about a head taller than any other kid in school. At the time I couldn't understand what an seventh grader was doing at our school, he was that much taller. And of course, later on he grew to his full height of six feet, three inches.
I got involved because Aaron had been pleading with his eyes as he looked for help from the other kids and of course, none would. Then our eyes met and without hesitation, I ran straight for JT, not only knocking him to the ground, but it ended up with him slamming his head against the jungle gym....you know, monkey bars. Aaron was laying on the ground, kind of curled up on the sand and and I went to him, held out my hand and asked him if he was okay. He reached up and took it, saying he was okay, though his voice quavered quite a bit saying so and I could tell he was trying to stop sniffling and all out crying. His glasses had been knocked off and there was a really bad scratch on one of the lenses. Then I got really scared when JT didn't move because one of his friends was checking him out and that's when his friend said: you kilt him, you kilt him! This was when Mr. Turner, Mr. Perkins (fifth and sixth grade teachers) AND the schools principal (Mrs. Sorenson) were somehow suddenly there, telling everyone to break it up and of course, kids scattered everywhere.
Mr. Turner checked JT and after a minute or two, JT came around....and of course started lying about what happened. That AARON had without any reason, attacked him with his two friends joining in to defend him because Aaron was fighting dirty using that Jap kungfu karate stuff. Then I had attacked JT without any reason also. Of course, his two friends chimed in saying basically the same thing. Of course, there wasn't a mark on JT or his two friends, but Aaron had two buttons ripped off his shirt and one sleeve was partially torn away. That's when Mrs. Sorenson said all five of you to my office, NOW. Boy, talk about hearing those terrifying words: principals office, NOW. Neither Aaron or I had done anything wrong, but still.... So Aaron and I are sitting on one side of the principals office door, while JT and his two friends are on the other. Thing is, JT hissed at us, saying you two are in BIG trouble now and going to get yours. You'll not only get paddled so hard you'll be crippled for life, but probably go to juvy hall for a couple of years! Now our state at the time, paddling could and would be used as a disciplinary measure by the principal on a case by case basis. Not that it was used every day of course, but it did occur. But we had HEARD from other kids that the principal didn't use an ordinary ping pong paddle, but one that not only had holes drilled in it, but it was THREE FEET wide and the principal had to use BOTH HANDS on the really long handle for maximum force! With those holes in the paddle, there would be less wind resistance and it made a whistling sound like one of those steam locomotives in the old westerns as it came down on some unfortunate kids behind. I remember how Aaron and I both kind of squirmed on our behinds in anticipation of the pain we would soon be feeling which gave JT and his two friends great satisfaction. Truth is, I was kind of regretting in helping Aaron, but then that was off set by knowing it was the right thing to do. Then Mr. Perkins and Mr. Turner came out of the principals office, with Mr. Perkins returning to his classroom and with Mr. Turner telling us we were not to do ANY talking and that included to each other. Mr. Turner said he was leaving the door to the schools office to make sure we didn't as he'd be inside and if he caught us even whispering.... He didn't have to finish that sentence. I was shocked when JT whispered to us that we were going to juvy hall, A PRISON for REALLY bad boys like us where it was MANDATORY we be beaten EVERY day. That if we were lucky, we'd only do ten or fifteen years there. I suddenly had to use the bathroom, I was that scared and I guess so was Aaron as he needed to go too. Mr. Turner escorted us both to the bathroom, then it was back on the bench outside of the schools office and of course, the principals office inside of it. We had no sooner sat down after returning from the bathroom (with JT and his friends smiling at us when we returned). was surprised to see another teacher, Mrs. Caldwell (I think that was her name), leading six kids right towards us, then all six going into the principals office?! I was thinking wow, what kind of trouble were they in that there's SIX of them being taken into the principals office? Thing is, I never heard a scream....you know, from being beaten with The Paddle and NONE of them rubbing their behinds when they left to return to their classrooms. I only recognized two of the six and of course, none would even look at any of us out in the hallway or say anything either as they passed us going into the principals office or out of it. Then Miss Sherry (secretary and school receptionist) came out, saying the principal would now see JT and friends. Behind Miss Sherry's back as she returned back into the office, one of them made a motion like he was cutting his throat while pointing at us, then yanking his head upwards like he was being hung and smiling. After five minutes or so, the three of them came out SMILING and I KNEW Aaron and I were DOOMED.
Then Aaron and I were told the principal was waiting for us. The Long Green Mile had NOTHING on us as we walked on that linoleum into the schools office and seeing the principals office LOOMING before us. I knew the terror that Dorothy, the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion and Scarecrow must of felt when going forward to meet the Wizard of Oz in his chambers for the first time. I don't know when it happened, but some time while waiting in the hallway to see the principal, Aaron and I were holding hands and of course, still holding them as we went to see her. We sat on the small padded bench that was before her desk and frankly, with her being an adult and behind that desk, she was like Zeus looking down and judging us from high above in Mount Olympus and was going to pass sentence on poor mortals...which would be us of course. And yes, we were still holding hands.
Mrs. Sorenson said she had heard JT's and his two friends side of the story, now wanted ours. Aaron was to go first and I was NOT to speak until given permission. Did I understand? Yes. Then it was my turn and I told her my side. We were told to remain outside in the hall until further notice. The first of JT's two friends was brought back into the principals office by Mr. Turner who closed the door to the schools office, not that Aaron or I were going to even try whispering to each other at this point. But after a bit, we heard such a HORRIFYING scream coming from inside the schools office. There was a pause, then ANOTHER scream of ungodly pain, a pause, ANOTHER scream of pain, a pause, then one final scream of pain. Never thought to look at JT and his friend, but I know Aaron and I had death grips on each others hand and both of us were quivering. Then Mr. Turner came out with the first boy, reminding him NOT to be running in the hallway on his way back to his classroom. Tears were running down his cheeks and rubbing his behind as he went back to his classroom. Aaron and I weren't the only ones looking scared now. When Mr. Turner took the second boy inside, JT wasn't looking so cocky. Once again, there came those four terrifying and horrible screams. The second boy was told the same thing as they came out of the school's office and then it was JT's turn and while he kind of, sort of looked scared, no doubt he figured he still wasn't going to be punished in any way....that was for people like his two friends and of course, us. He got paddled EIGHT times! Now we would of enjoyed this immensely, but I know I was thinking first it was four beatings with The Paddle on JT's two friends and he got eight....how many will we get? Ten, fifteen, maybe even twenty? Then of course, off to juvy hall where really, really bad boys were sent and when we got old enough, off to prison. Then it was our turn when Mr. Turner said okay, you two inside?! I was thinking maybe the principal had TWO paddles and Mr. Turner was going to help her with our paddling. You know, we were going to get so many, other wise she'd be working The Paddle the rest of the day, hence Mr. Turner was going to help her. I was surprised that neither of us fainted on our way to see her.
Believe me, I was looking for it....you know, The Paddle. As huge was it was suppose to be, I was surprised it wasn't already in the principals hands, ready to be used. And didn't see it propped up in a corner or maybe hanging from a gun rack sort of thing on one of the walls. Mrs. Sorenson said Mr. Perkins and Mr. Turner heard the fight from their second story classrooms, saw Aaron being pushed around, then to the ground at which moments later I arrived to help Aaron. The six kids brought in? They told the same story with JT and his friends picking on Aaron, then pushing him around, etc. JT's two friends got four swats each: three for starting the fight since there were three of them involved in this matter, the fourth for lying about what happened. As for JT, he got two for lying, two for talking to us outside the office when he had been told not to and of course, four swats for starting the fight. The two boys were suspended for three days, while JT got suspended for a week. Mrs. Sorenson said it was brave of me to step in like that, but perhaps in the future I should find a teacher. I said yes maam, with Aaron and I going back to our classrooms. When class was done for the day, we all scattered for home or a school bus. Since Aaron only lived a couple of houses down from us, we started sitting together though we did wonder how JT and the two boys would do in juvy hall and later on, prison....with great delight.
Then I said I didn't think this was the first time he was going to force himself on a girl or in Annabelle's case, a woman. Aaron was shocked and said was I thinking that JT had actually RAPED other women in the past? How could this be possible? I said remember those rave parties many went to during high school and he said yes. I said no doubt when he was invited, he'd bring a couple of bottles of booze and Aaron said so what? What if he slipped something into one of the drinks he offered to a girl? Aaron: you mean, like that date rape drug that was on the news not so long ago? When I said yes, he said you're REALLY pushing the boundaries on that one. I mean, one thing him being drunk like he was, but RAPING girls while in high school? That's when I told him about JT looking at Annabelle and saying pu$$y's pu$$y whether conscious or not. All Aaron could say was oh my God. That's when he said one time he was in the bathrooms in (high) school and heard a couple of guys talking to each other while using the urinals. Something about some girl who had gone to a rave party several months earlier with JT and was now pregnant! I said that doesn't prove he used any date rape drug on her, but you want to bet his dad paid for the girls abortion? Aaron simply nodded yes.
By Friday (last week of spring break), we had everything we needed but had also practiced beforehand in the nothingness what we were going to do beforehand. Aaron said it sounded really creepy when I made those ghostly moans, shaking a couple of feet of heavy duty chain and then seeing that skeletal hand/arm coming out from under our beds with the chain wrapped around its hand or seeing it without the chain when I opened the bathroom door with just the finger parts of the hand. Even when he knew what I was going to do, he jumped a bit when I pushed one of our milk crate chairs away from the wall in the livingroom. Told me it was down right scary....and he couldn't help smiling so I smiled back and bumped fists. Thing is, at the last moment we found the icing for our cake if you will, something we hadn't thought of until Aaron saw and bought them without hesitation. First it was two copies of two CD's: Halloween songs with hits like The Monster Mash and theme song from the first Ghostbusters movie. The other was scary Halloween noises like moaning, creaking doors, screams, etc . Those he got from a ninety-nine cents or more store and from Kmart, two small portable boombox's which would play CD's or cassettes....battery or plug in for power of course. Yes, we knew it wasn't Halloween for a few more months, but figured the scary Halloween noises CD would really add ambiance for our visit.
We checked the Trentons (JT's & his parents last name in case you forgot) place out Thursday evening and found out a couple of things. Like the treasure room was still empty, but the panic room had a couple of cameras in it now, but none of the monitors or recorders for them were in that room. Searched and found them in the closet of the master bedroom which we of course we turned off just before we began our visit. They were wireless like the others so there were no visible cables, but they all had battery backup power good for six hours.
Only one safe had anything in it: a stack of bills with a paper band around it. I WAS reaching for it, but Aaron said NO! When I asked why not, he said remember that time Jimmy was DM'ing and there was that chest in the middle of the room? Tommy was playing a thief and Jimmy told him after he rolled a set of percentile dice (behind his official DM's screen of course), that Tommy hadn't detected any traps and you just opened it WITHOUT having someone else making doubly sure there were NO traps? Boy, did I suddenly remember that one. I had just popped open the chest thinking of gold pieces, maybe a magical item or even two being inside it when suddenly Jimmy says there are spears FLYING out of the walls, floor and ceiling! Of course everyone, including me, went to move our figures out of what we thought would be harms way. But Jimmy said you have no time to react because ALL of you were focused on the chest and its possible contents. There were eight of us in the party and EVERYONE but me got struck by spears, some lightly, others a bit more severe. Jimmy couldn't believe it....he'd actually given me a SEVENTY FIVE percent savings throw penalty as he rolled for SIX spears to hit me. He figured I'd take severe damage if not killed outright for being so dumb and greedy and of course being so close to the chest. Poor Tommy...he only had a couple of hit points left between being struck by only ONE spear and of course, additional damage caused by it being pulled out of his unconscious and almost dead body. A lot of health potions got used up with the party having to leave that dungeon and work for a couple of months (game time of course) as caravan guards which didn't pay a lot and REALLY hazardous a couple of times. We had to take jobs so we'd have gold to spend for the supplies needed on our next adventure. As for reality, Jimmy had us play caravan guards for our next two game sessions at his house which were on Saturday afternoon. Aaron was so mad he wouldn't even have lunch with me for awhile when we were in our first year of junior high school during this time of our playing D&D. Not only that, when I went over to his house that week, when his Mom called out I was downstairs, he called out that he wasn't there! So when Aaron brought up this bit of history, I LISTENED. He said it made NO sense that there's a stack of cash just BEGGING to be taken and now I understood. No doubt he said, the cash is booby trapped in some way....like maybe there's only a couple of real bills on the top and bottom of the stack and inside, there could be a homing device. The other was maybe the stack was rigged to explode with purple or red dye....you know, like the banks use to give to bank robbers. That made sense, so we thought of what to do when we did our thing Friday night. The other thing was them having some type of political/business party with a lot of the who's who from the state capitol and just a couple of people from town, like the mayor and chief of police. As for JT who was now in the hospital, well life must go on and deals to be made seemed to be his dads attitude.
Now since we were also going to do some things outside their home, we had to check it out too. Found out the Trentons had one of those big generators that would automatically start when power would fail, which happened from time to time during winter.....and almost got a VERY nasty surprise. Seems the Trentons had FOUR Dobermans that were let out at night to guard and roam the property when everyone was inside for the night. We were checking out the generator when Aaron happened to look behind us and SCREAMED run, with him taking off. I didn't hesitate and was ALMOST right behind him. I took a quick look behind us, thinking it was some security guard and instead, see those Dobermans wanting to chew and devour our tender flesh. Now you're probably wondering why didn't we simply jump back into the nothingness that we had come out from? The access panel to the generator was on the other side so Aaron wasn't thinking of escaping into the nothingness when he saw the Dobermans and I wasn't either because of his scream. I dropped him into the nothingness via the shadow that was in front of him, quickly followed by me. Well, we WOULD of been okay but one of the Dobermans was REALLY close behind me and dropped inside the nothingness with us! I THOUGHT we were okay because I THOUGHT I had closed access to this bit of the nothingness quick enough....and had one heck of shock when I saw that Doberman in there with us. I quickly made it so Aaron could see and he really sucked in his breath, especially when it started running towards us. The dog couldn't see or hear us, but his nose worked quite fine thank you very much and came for us after a few seconds. I dropped that dog in another bit of nothingness, but still had to deal with the nothingness I had left open by the generator and of course, close that access panel to the backup generator while not being devoured by the other three dogs. Closed access to the nothingness by the generator and those three were going crazy with barking and showing lots of teeth. No problem in dropping them into the same nothingness the other was in, closing the generator panel and getting back into the nothingness where Aaron was waiting. As for the dogs, I opened a bit of nothingness in the shadow of a tree inside the property with the dogs kind of shooting out from it. At home, we talked it over and decided to add the dogs to our planned visit.
------------------------------------------------ I can already hear the moar hounds baying for more, so here's some music for them:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=58wJRrvVgZI
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Post by willc453 on Oct 19, 2018 12:17:26 GMT -6
Tried posting a photo when I submitted the latest chapter, but for unknown reasons, it wouldn't. Working on chapters 21 and 22. Once again, didn't load though well within the parameters for posting. Anyway, it's a photo of what one million dollars looks like using bundles of one hundred dollar bills.
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Post by texican on Oct 19, 2018 13:32:27 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the chapter....
Now the boys are up to hi jinks again....
Now MS FBI may just add a little hi jinks to the school....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Oct 19, 2018 15:50:18 GMT -6
Uuhhh....actually no, as she's going to be pretty damn busy dealing with....oops, almost let the cat out of the bag which doesn't start happening 19 or 20 along with a bunch of other FBI agents all over the U.S. Looking at another Affected story, this one also taking place at the boys school with the boys finding out they're not the only changed ones at their school. I know who and all of that, just looking for a good place in this story in having The Shadow telling about it. And of course, Agent Charmin will be involved. At least I'm thinking of doing it. And of course, eventually Homeland Security will be involved.
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Post by texican on Oct 20, 2018 21:33:06 GMT -6
Uuhhh....actually no, as she's going to be pretty damn busy dealing with....oops, almost let the cat out of the bag which doesn't start happening 19 or 20. Ok, WC, you posted chapter 16 yesterday and are now talking about Chapters 19 & 20.... Teasing is not fair.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Oct 21, 2018 3:33:16 GMT -6
Well, gee...guess no one wants to know that 20 is 10 pages and needs a little tweaking, while 21 & 22 are at 4 pages each? Or this stuff?
wanted to go listen to a band at some bar called 16 buttons of justice------To be honest, both of us were scared (actually, terrified is a better word)------------Now short round and double ugly were also offered FULL scholarships---------Aaron and both agreed that fighting crime is HARD work with me losing almost eight pounds----------Our downer? Officer Flannigan getting shot while stopping a convenience store robbery, along with the store clerk---------we decided we'd treat this like a D&D adventure, not that it was of course. For one thing, we WERE'NT going to go running blindly into a dungeon because who knows what kind of tricks and traps there were inside, along with of course, monsters. -------------- Till Friday..............
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Post by texican on Oct 21, 2018 13:28:02 GMT -6
Till Friday..............
Have no other choice but to wait, but just once a week....
At least the DW (Dear Wife) is more willing than weekly....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Oct 21, 2018 19:12:18 GMT -6
A friend of mine calls his She Who Must Be Obeyed. (bet the ladies who are reading this story go wild on reading that part) Chopped 2 pages off 20, so it's 9 pages and tacked them onto 21. There's several reasons for not posting 2 chapters a week. One is reading each chapter a couple of times BEFORE posting 'em. It's not having spelling errors that bother me, but what's being said or done...more than once thought something was good, then realized it was awkward/wrong. Another is I want a steady supply of ready to post reading material for the moar hounds. Another is I got into the habit of writing snippets/thoughts down in what I call chapter 100. Which is why I have more than 100 ideas/chapters to use on Ben's Affected story.
This way, as I'm writing something, it helps reminds me of these thoughts and can I use 'em in the chapter being written? For example, the bar snippet shown....that happens because I lucked out in listening to some Youtube music I've never heard before. And one time I KNEW I screwed up somewhere on a chapter not here yet. Took me 4 days to finally find and fix it. That's why it's only 6 pages instead of the normal 8, 9 or 10. This was because while I had done some cutting/pasting, forgot to delete the dupe pages on that original chapter. Always want/try to end each chapter as a complete chapter instead of having me barely hanging onto a vine while there's a bunch of hungry moar alligators below waiting for the next one.
Started watching some tv series on Youtube the past week or two that only lasted a season or two, which gave me another Affected story/idea to try. And some times I get stuck on a chapter and just walk away from it to work on another. (hello Halo Wars) Anyone read November 11, 1963 by Stephen King? Pretty good book though didn't agree with some of the things he had happening. But think I can come up with a similar story.
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Post by texican on Oct 22, 2018 18:51:17 GMT -6
WillC,
Writing is hard....
I have tried to write, but become brain dead after a couple of chapters or three...
As PP2 states, the muse just goes to sleep at times....
I think my muses just die....
Maybe one day my muses will awaken/arise again....
Texican....
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Post by texican on Oct 23, 2018 18:21:33 GMT -6
To add a little spice and incentive for WillC....
As the Grizzly roared....
Moar will be readily devoured....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Oct 26, 2018 1:27:55 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 17
Man, talk about the food that was going to be served....Harrison and his wife (Lois) had TWO chefs preparing everything, along with their helpers and of course the regular kitchen help and food/liquor servers. We figured since the party was to start at 8pm, not everyone would arrive at that time. You know, maybe like 8:15 or 8:30 in order to be fashionably late. First thing was we WEREN'T going to pass up this GREAT smelling food and of course, there was going to be a free bar....with LOTS of liquor. First to go was four platters of chicken wings of which, two were mildly seasoned, the other hot from the kitchen. Aaron really liked the hot ones, but I didn't. Had to go home really quick to get some oven mitts as I took these platters from the oven where they were being kept warm until they were to be served. The wings were quickly followed by two platters of baby back beef and pork ribs (regular and with barbque sauce) already separated and ready to eat. So now we had FOUR platters of beef and pork ribs to munch on and four platters of wings. This was followed by two bowls of spinach dip with a lot of pieces of bread to use in the dip. And of course, there was the bowl full of bits of veggies to dip in the scratch made buttermilk ranch dressing. We both agreed that this stuff was a lot better than what we had ever made for ourselves. Also from the fridges, they coughed up five pies and two chocolate cakes, not that we could eat all of them by ourselves, but we were thinking of our friends at school who would appreciate them along with one big bowl of jello with fresh fruit in it. No canned fruit in the jello for Trentons party. We also took two plates each of cookies and muffins. In the pantry where canned goods were stored, we found and took some of those three foot long sausages....that had been made in England, Germany, France and Italy! And of course, HAD to have a few boxes of those fancy crackers and blocks of regular, medium and sharp cheddar cheese from one of the fridges. If you're wondering, the Trenton's kitchen was bigger than our livingroom, with two HUGE commercial size refrigerators, a walk in freezer and two commercial size stoves/ovens. Like I said, the Trenton's were well off money wise. From the pantry supply closet, grabbed two rolls of paper towels, salt and pepper shakers and from one of the drawers, two spoons and forks along with two plates from one of the cabinets.
Now at 7:30pm, Lois came into the kitchen to tell the chefs to have everyone start putting everything out on the table in the main room where the party was to be and left. Right after that, the chaos and panic began when a bunch of the food was found missing from the ovens and fridges. I mean, there was still lots of it ready to be eaten, but I think we took maybe one fourth of it? One of the kitchen help went to tell Lois and boy, she started raising heck.....until from the ceiling came a ghostly moan of ooooo from Aaron's Halloween CD for a few seconds, then he stopped playing it. I cut off the sound so no one down there could hear us after he was done with his CD moan. THAT got everyone's attention except for Lois's who was chewing out the two chefs and her own head cook who said they NO idea where the food had gone to, but had brought extra ribs and chicken in case everyone was hungrier than might be expected. However, it would be an hour, maybe ninety minutes before this stuff would be ready. Lois SCREAMED just do it and if they fouled up her party, there would be DIRE REPURCUSSIONS for the three of them by her and of course, her husband. Those three did NOT look happy. We felt kind of bad about that part....that is, the chefs and the help being blamed for the missing food. Just as one of the kitchen workers went to to open one of the ovens, came a womans blood curdling scream from inside it via our boom box. Then I slowly opened a cabinet under the sink using my skeleton hand and REALLY quick, heard at least two women scream. Pulled back the skeleton hand and waited to see what was going to happen next.
Well the chefs are giving everyone heck...that is, those that are left. Guess more than one person saw the skeleton hand come out from under the sink and it was really, really funny because around one fourth of the kitchen help said we're outta here and left. Thing is, the others were thinking this might be a good idea, then Lois came in demanding to know why her food wasn't on the dining room table. The people told her about the moaning and then the skeleton hand coming out from under the kitchen sink. She told them they were full of cr*p as there's no such things as a skeleton hand coming from under the sink, opening doors under it and walked over to the sink. Some of the people pulled back, thinking (hoping?) maybe a skeleton's hand would reach out and grab her into some Stygian darkness? I gave serious thought of poking the hand suddenly out, but this might cancel the party or worse yet, give her a heart attack. I mean she is kind of old, you know, with her being in her forties. She opened the sink doors and said see, NO skeleton hand is here, now get to work you incompetent morons and left. The chefs started giving orders so they and the help got busy making more wings, ribs, ranch dressing, 3 pies, etc. while the servers started taking what was there out to the large dining room table were the food was going to be served buffet style. Now what I had done was make the nothingness we were sitting on large enough so we could see and hear what was going on in the kitchen and of course, laughing like crazy while we munched on wings and the occasional rib, all dipped in that ranch dressing. Remember that first Batman movie where Bruce Wayne and that lady reporter were having supper at his place at that REALLY long table? Well, this table was pretty long and both of us agreed we weren't sure if it would even fit in our apartment livingroom, it was that long and wide.
We were munching away for about fifteen minutes when Aaron said we hadn't checked out the liquor that was to be served so that's what we went for next. The cabinets under the open bar was filled with bottles of liquor which we took....all of it. And there was NO cheap stuff, including cans and bottles of beer that had been made in Germany and England, along with some American brands that came from several of those small of those refineries,. Fridges were built as part of the bar, along with cold bottles of fancy water inside them. We each drank a cold bottle of water as our throats were getting kind of dry from those munchies. Of course, we had taken two large margarita type glasses so we wouldn't be so plebeian, you know like common folk. I snorted water from my nose when I saw Aaron holding out his little pinky while taking a drink from his glass.
This was when Cain was raised by the head bartender when he discovered there was no liquor in the cabinets. He told the other bartender he'd of been fired right then and there, but guests were due to arrive any moment and to get more from the basement. This guy started with taking the beer and all the poor guy could do was carry TWO cases of beer at a time up those stairs. But we made quick work of everything once I turned off the basement light using the shadows under the stairs and using the skeletal hand attached to our broom. What really helped was a hand truck and when he returned, the cupboard was bare so to speak. However, not wanting to be total party poopers, earlier I looked for a liquor store in town. Found one and left a couple of bottles of Boone Farms and Thunderbird wine on the basements floor. And if you're wondering, I did NOT steal that wine, but had a friend who was twenty-one who bought it for us.
While the bartender ran up the stairs with the wine, we hit the cigar chamber or what ever it's called. We got everything from there just in time as Harrison and the two bartenders came down the stairs. I of course, turned the lights off again and Aaron started quietly playing spooky music from his boom box while I rattled my chain. Now Harrison was mad, letting out a few bad words, but got on his cell phone to call a liquor store where he placed a VERY large order with a bonus if he could get all of it within the next hour. Then he took off running, so we followed him to his panic room where he started checking his monitors covering the last thirty minutes. Bad for him, good for us was his cameras didn't have infrared ability, which was something we hadn't even though of at the time. When the bartender left with his two cases of liquor, Harrison was able to freeze one frame of the video which showed something like a bony hand reaching upwards by the stairs, then of course total darkness several times. Then when the light was turned on by the bartender during his second trip, he could see the cases of liquor were now missing and in their place was the two bottles of each wine.
Okay, hitting the liquor stash was something we really hadn't planned on or thought of, so now we're going for the “haunting”. By now (8:30/8:45) most of the guests had arrived with a five piece band playing background music. From under the table where the food was at, Aaron started playing the spooky music at low volume, which didn't attract any attention at first, then he turned it up a little bit more. This was when someone said it's a little early for Halloween music isn't it? Then someone said yeah, I thought I heard something earlier but thought it was my imagination. This is when we went to be behind a small table with a lamp and gave it a shove from the nothingness where it fell over and got everyone's attention. We went to check on everyone's car/limo. Of course there was valet parking when the guests arrived, but the two valets were at the front door and no where near any of the parked cars, and of course there was Harrison's and his wife's three cars: two sports cars and a limousine. Was surprised how short time wise this actually took us. Back to where the party where it had gone back to its normal routine. I left Aaron in his own bit of nothingness in the ceiling who started playing creepy music again with it just loud enough so it could be heard above the band at which time I was under the table from my bit of nothingness and bang on it a couple of times and made it shake/move. THAT got everyone's attention, so I quickly went back to Aaron and we moved to another spot so the music came from another part of the wall. People were beginning to get uneasy, ESPECIALLY the ladies.
Two of them let out a screech when they felt and then saw a bony hand at their ankles which we quickly brought the skeletons hands back into the nothingness. Back to another part of the nothingness, this time along the wall to the staircase which lead to the second story of the house. Creepy music playing, then we're knocking off various family photos, awards, etc. that belong to the family. That got more attention. Some of the guests started to leave, but Harrison was able to woo them back to the party which was a good thing for us because we had planned on doing nothing for fifteen minutes or so. You know, let everyone's nerves get settled down. Which gave us time to snag a couple more platters of wings, etc. in the ovens as we heard one of the chefs said everything should be done now, pull it out and serve all of it before that hag comes flying in on her broomstick. I took Aaron via the nothingness to be under both gates where the driveway was and he took care of that in just a couple of minutes, then back to the house.
From beneath two chairs, we both used our skeleton hands to reach out and touch two more ladies ankles while creepy music was played again. Pulled the hands back in slowly enough the ladies could look down, see them, then the hands were gone. Of course, they let out a screech and jumped back a couple of feet from the chairs/table. We took off to turn off all power to the house. And no, the power didn't come on from the backup generator because we had turned it from standby to off, then cut wires leading to that switch and of course, putting the cover back on so it looked normal. Harrison is trying to calm his guests, telling them he has a backup generator which should kick on any moment. In the mean time, how about lighting the candles that are on the table for decorations? That's when the fun REALLY started. I opened two different nothingness, one just inside where the front door, the other just outside the kitchen door. From them POURED pounds and pounds of REALLY FRESH cow poo and urine in front of those two doors!
Then Aaron started playing a tune by Reverend Payton's Big D*amn Band titled We Just Want To Raise A Little H*ll. Of course, some of the guests got splattered and all TRIED to get out of the pouring mess, but with the lights off, a lot of screaming, yelling from them along with slipping, sliding and falling in the cow poo and urine. I quickly moved us to another bit of nothingness with a series of holes of nothingness now pouring more cow poo and urine on the guests while still playing We Just Want To Raise A Little H*ll on Aaron's boom box. Everyone finally got to what I called The Library at which time Aaron turned off the music. Women at first were screaming as everyone got hit or splattered, now just moaning with the men saying they were going to sue the Trentons.... then everyone realized they weren't being hit with cow poo and urine and once they saw the large bay windows, several men threw some chairs thru the windows with everyone trying to get out. We got out of there as soon as they busted a window and just as the last couple of people got out of the Trenton home to stand some distance from it, we lit the fuses on a thousand dollars worth of fireworks and started playing the Ghostbusters theme from the roof....which actually caught on fire, something we hadn't figured on happening to tell the truth. And remember those Dobermans? Right after lighting the fireworks, we let them out of their cages and they went crazy for a few minutes biting people until their handler got them under control. Now everyone's running for their vehicles....which were filled with cow poo and urine. Everyone ran for the gates, but we had put a chain and lock on it so it couldn't be opened, that is until the chief of police shot the lock with his pistol.
Now it was time for us to finish cleaning up. Hit the table with the food on it, also taking the four sterling silver candle holders. Took all the food in the kitchen which covered the pantries, ovens and fridges, walk in freezer and of course what liquor was still at the bar in the dining room. Now the reason I didn't splatter The Library was I didn't want to damage any of the books. I mean, it was one thing to play an elaborate prank on the Trenton's, quite another being rampaging Goths looting Rome while also deliberately damaging books. Besides, we knew this place would be a total write off insurance wise. We were hoping that the insurance company wouldn't pay off, saying it was an act of God. We took every book and later on found out there were many first editions. Then started filling all the rooms upstairs (after taking all the toilet paper and eight really nice bath towels). Soon you could hear groans from the house as it was being filled with TONS of fresh cow poo and urine, so we watched from the roof top of the servants quarters (which was a separate building) as windows broke due to the weight of all this filling the house from the second story and flowing out of them like it was vomiting. To make sure we didn't get any of this on our clothes, we were wearing fishing waders that came up to just below our knees, using some of their pillow cases to clean them afterwards.
Of course, at this point we can see the flashing lights from police cars, fire trucks, and maybe an ambulance or two. Everyone's standing outside one of the gates when I came up with an idea: instead of an oil well gushing out oil, why not cow poo and urine? Shaped two nothingness under BOTH gates where everyone was waiting for rescue at one of them. Then opened FOUR, twenty foot bits of nothingness under four different piles of cow poo. Within a couple of minutes had close to fifteen or twenty feet of cow poo and urine GUSHING from the ground and into the air.....where of course, it splattered the people again. They all fled towards the police cars, firetruck and ambulances. Once they were out of range, closed off the nothingness under the gates, then under what ever was left of the cow poo and urine from that cattle ranch in Texas. As to the cow poo and urine in the four holes of nothingness, opened other bits of nothingness from under the trees of the Trenton's place.
That's when Aaron said this was a just revenge for the death of The Wolfmobile and I agreed. Then the adrenaline rush started wearing off and told Aaron to turn off the music as we have to leave NOW and came out from our bathroom. After cleaning up, putting our gear away, Aaron grabbed three plates, filling two with the regular and spicy wings, the other containing the beef and pork ribs. I was ravenous and thirsty as heck. I finished off my plate, then went for the rib ones....and ate most of those. Aaron saw me chowing down and quickly grabbed a couple of each type of ribs just so he'd get some of them. Afterwards, weighed myself and found I had lost nine pounds so we figured Aaron's theory of me using a unknown energy source for my ability was right. Thing is, the more I used this/these unknown muscles, the better I got using the nothingness and later on, would only lose a couple of pounds of weight.
Now I'm sure all of you are wondering why weren't our friends curious about our gifts of liquor, food and cigars? You see, we simply used the nothingness and the light to leave it when they weren't around. I mean, think about it....you're a young college student, trying to get by on Ramon noodles, find a bottle of Chivas Regal in your bathroom sink, a case of English or German beer in your bathtub, a pie or two on your kitchen table along with paper plates filled with wings & ribs. Are you going to question your good fortune?
------------------------------------------- First tried writing back in around 79-80, but quickly gave it up because I was doing it by hand...no typewriter. It was a WW 3 nuke attack on the U.S. scenario based on some books I had been reading. They were called The Survivalist by Jerry Ahern and at first I liked 'em, but then realized this guy was doing a lot of name brand dropping in his books and made me wonder if he was getting some sort of kickback by these companies. But it made me realize how fragile our society really is.
After I got out of the Air Force ('81) there was Out Of The Ashes by William Johnstone which I really liked until I realized with bullets flying everywhere, the good guys never died. Then there was Earth Abides and Lucifers Hammer. You might be interested in the British movie No Blade of Grass, which is a bit explicit with its rape scene and from what I understand, first time something like this was ever shown on film.
Bought a used typewriter (85-86?) from a AARP co-worker where I took calls in the Dr. Call dept. taking prescription refill requests. With a typewriter to pound on, started a story about a guy who finds himself in another dimension/world. He'd been having dreams of a series of holes or caves some where in the west like Arizona or New Mexico. Decides to say screw it and takes his '72 Travelall to see if he can find them on his 2 week vacation from work. Even worked out how his story got back to this world. I was also trying to write up what happened to the kids & their D&D games at my place after they were over. I wore it out, so ended up buying FOUR of them via Office Max. I say four because I wore out 3 of them in a year and of course, they were all under warranty. Spent a fortune on typewriter & correction ribbons.
As for writing, surprised how easy it USUALLY is. Was getting stuck on chapter 20, so just walked away from it to play Halo Wars. It's 10 pages now with more of the boys background when they were younger. TRYING to learn how to play computer games as brother's been into these and the Avalon board games for decades. BIG difference between playing Xbox and computer games. 21 is at 5 and will/should be at 8, maybe 9 pages. 22 is my thoughts/notes and 3 pages with a lot of spaces between paragraphs which I'll join together to make a complete chapter.
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Post by texican on Oct 26, 2018 16:48:23 GMT -6
And the boys will be boys with their hi-jinks....
Cattle poo and urine.... Talk about smelly and wet....
WillC, it is said that a writers words are a window into his mind....
Thanks for the chapter....
Texican....
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Post by pbbrown0 on Oct 26, 2018 19:04:02 GMT -6
ROFLOL
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Post by willc453 on Nov 2, 2018 3:12:14 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 18
With us being so busy that Friday night, Saturday (again, on the last week of spring break), we were kind of lethargic because we had eaten and done so much. Man, our fridge and freezer were STUFFED with cooked food and because of so much canned stuff, along with the liquor, cigars, pots with lids, frying pans, fancy bread maker, paper towels, toilet paper, etc., it had to be store in the light and nothingness until we could pass some of it to our friends. If we'd kept it in our place, it would of almost looked like we had our own mini convenience store. That afternoon we were finally coming around, I mean, we slept until it was almost noon, we were that tired after our visit and then having to put the food and some of the things away in our place. Now something like this couldn't be covered up by Harrison no matter how hard he tried because of so many guests who not only got splattered by cow poo and urine, but more than one got bit by those Dobermans, along with everyone's cars filled with cow poo and urine. This was SO MUCH more satisfying than what we did with JT's and Goons Inc. football equipment. We also had to wonder how those peoples insurance companies would handle something like this happening. I mean, would it be covered under an act of God?
So we got on the net to check out our local newspaper. BIG headlines about how their place was not only haunted, but it was now speculated that the house had been built on some old and undiscovered Indian burial site because of skeletal hands coming from the walls, moans and women being inappropriately touched, which was a lie of course as we only touched a couple of the ladies ankles. Adding to this was no one being able to explain the cow poo and urine which ended up collapsing the house. And no, didn't bother messing with the garage as only their vehicles were in it...no rakes, shovels, etc. allowed in it as it would be considered clutter. And while checking Yahoo for news, there was this article labeled unusual news. Seems some cattle ranch in Texas reported it was missing almost half a football field of manure which was, at the time, a little over fifteen feet in height. Can you imagine someone trying to put out an apb on this....and what kind of description would the dispatcher put out? One of the better comments on this was saying it probably got struck by some meteorite from outer space and was now wandering around Texas like The Blob from that old 1950's movie....and if it ran for office, it would be an improvement on those currently serving. That comment got a little over six hundred thumbs up. And also read where there were a couple of cops on duty all the time outside of the Trenton's property because there were several dozen ghost hunters trying to check the place out. And of course, there was all that poo and urine for the fire department and waste management garbage trucks to get rid of.
Asked Aaron if he wanted to play Halo online and he said no.....but wondered how Officer Flannigan was doing and maybe he could use our help. And if not, maybe get one of those police scanners and a code list they use when on their radios? I said yeah, that sounds pretty good, but we gotta hit Youtube because we don't want to buy a piece of garbage. He agreed and we started looking for about an hour and there's a lot of different models, but we were looking for reviews that were no more than two years old. That's when Aaron had a really good idea....help the FBI and the police catch their most wanted men and women. Checked out the FBI's ten most wanted list and holy cow....just ONE of them had a reward of ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS! And this was just for the apprehension of this guy!
Just think about it...a few months earlier we didn't know ANY FBI agent and now we knew two...not that we would do business with Charmin of course. So Agent Peabody became our agent of choice and we still had some of those handcuff thingys left over when dealing with those gang bangers given to us by Officer Flannigan. And from what we understood, this reward money was TAX FREE! Not that we'd take a check or money order of course. Cash and carry would be our motto. So we printed up two copies of each of the ten most wanted and while Aaron hit the light, I hit the nothingness with both of us looking for the same man. Aaron found him first because the man was shaving in a mirror. We arranged so we'd be looking for ten minutes max and then return back to our place at which time we got our gear. We got lucky with the first one in that this guys bathroom door had a good size mirror on the inside of it. All we had to do was wait for him to finish shaving and when he went to open the bathroom door (which was closed), simply hit him with the bear spray and yanked him into the light. It was really easy to control him with him on his stomach and me sitting on his back while Aaron put the cuffs on him. We left him in the light, then back to our place and if you're wondering, Aaron got a small bottle of water to wash the guys eyes out with. Not that he could see or hear anything of course. That was the easy part.
Now since we'd had two chats with Agents Peabody and Charmin, we'd be safer if we altered our voices and I don't mean making them deeper or higher pitched either. So back to Youtube and checking out voice changers. From there, it was checking them out on Ebay to buy 2 different sets for a total of four as we didn't know how good they'd be or how long they'd last. We just barely made it via the nothingness in buying them from a store that was selling them several states away. Then it was to Office Max for a couple of reams of paper and several boxes (2 different sizes of course) of those nitrate gloves from Harbor Freight, then dollar tree for a bunch of those thicker rubber gloves used to clean toilets, stoves, etc. We got to washing with soap and water after putting on each set of gloves, but we couldn't turn this guy in where Agent Peabody and Charmin were still here in town, but we wanted them OUT of town asap. Back online again, this time to look for FBI field offices...at least that's what we thought she called them. We decided on Dallas as while it was a bit away from us mileage ways, it was also in the middle of the country. Others we figured on dropping off in other states. After finding photos of the building (thanks for posting those photos FBI!), we hit the light and nothingness. We figured the dumpster in the back of building would be an appropriate place for this piece of trash. Besides it was in a chain link enclosed area with barbwire on top of it, there was a lock on the dumpster and a bunch of cameras mounted on the building and perimeter fence. Figure it would drive 'em crazy trying to figure out how it was done. Kind of surprised that Aaron found her and Charmin at a bar...we didn't know that FBI agents drank. Of course we listened to them for a bit and yeah, Charmin was still carrying on about us until Agent Peabody said drop it, those boys are about as close to being mutants as either of us have of becoming the next director. We figured she meant being the director of the FBI. And if you're wondering, we thought about doing something about Charmin, but last thing we wanted was ANY reason for either of them to remain in town. I mean, how would you explain Charmin's car full of cow poo and urine? It was also why we didn't leave the reward poster and instructions with him as to where to deliver the money to. He asked her if she really believed that line of bullsh*t about mutants in the 1800's and his really fancy Roots story. She said she had done a quick check on our story and there was a farm and museum on the Arkansas river, but she didn't have a lot of time to thoroughly check it out. Charmin says he's had enough of this dumpy little town and wanted to hit the head before returning to their motel rooms. We decided to wait until the next day before delivering our wanted poster on Rafael Abalos along with the money which was to be dropped in a mail box on a specific corner, at a specific time in Reno, Nevada where there was another FBI field office. We figured we'd give the FBI twelve hours to get the money after Agent Peabody got our note....sounded reasonable to us, right?
The next day we followed Agent Peabody via her car mirrors where she and Charmin turned in their cars, then went to catch their flight. Once they got to their destination in another state, they checked into another motel and we figured they were going to interview more people to see if they were mutants. Then we had to wait until they returned to their rooms. This was when Aaron found out he wasn't limited to mirrors to get into the light. ANYTHING which gave a reflection could be used.....like how about a big store window reflecting part of a street and sidewalk? Later, he tried and found out he could do the same getting into and out of the light via reflections on water! I cut it kind of close setting things up in Agent Peabody's bathroom. We wanted her to see the reward poster asap and get things going. Watched her going down the hallway to her room, so I was in her bathroom with the door open a little bit. When I heard her door open, I closed the bathroom door hard with a towel that would be stuck hanging between the door frame and door, then got back into the nothingness. The two of us did communicate even though he was in the light and me in the nothingness. How? Simply make it so we could talk to each other, in this case he was in the mirror, while I was in a shadow in the showers corner with walkie talkies. Easy when there no light was turned on there.
Figured that would get her attention and of course it did. Oh boy, she pulled out her pistol as soon as she saw the towel. Then of course, after making sure everything was okay, she saw the reward poster and started reading it. To make it easier for her, we had also printed the numbers to the FBI offices in Dallas and Reno on the back of the wanted poster. One thing about Agent Peabody, she doesn't screw around as right off the bat she called the Dallas field office and we had to hustle getting Rafael into the dumpster via the nothingness. Problem was, someone was dumping trash in the darn thing and had to wait a couple of minutes before the lid was down and locked. Remember Aaron and the port a potties? He did it again.....we dumped Rafael in it as soon as the lid was closed and the guy walked away. He asked me to connect two nothingness together so I'd tell him when someone got within twenty feet of the dumpster. When I said DM sneaky stuff, he smiled and nodded his head. About five minutes after that, a lady FBI agent comes out to look....and gets TWO surprises. Aaron LOUDLY started playing the theme song from Underdog when she got within twenty feet or so of it on the boombox he'd bought earlier. She made a quick call and all of a sudden there's 8-9 other agents with their guns drawn. Of course when they unlocked the lid, Aaron stopped the music. As to the expressions on the faces, can you say surprise, surprise, surprise? They get him out of the dumpster and hustle him into their building where we followed to see what happened next. Photographed, fingerprinted, DNA'd him, then off to a cell to himself.
Next morning (Monday after spring break and no classes for either of us at the time), we're in Reno waiting to get paid...WHICH NEVER HAPPENED?! Now the FBI had been looking for Rafael for a couple of years and getting nothing. We deliver him with no problem and now, we're NOT getting paid? That was so wrong and wondered if the FBI had a bunch of Charmin's in its ranks. Waited till after we got off from the paint factory, so it was dark in Dallas and no problem taking Rafael back into the nothingness again...bear sprayed and tied up of course. After that, I stuck myself thru Agent Peabody's bathroom mirror to break a small window (with our mop) that was there, then back into the light with Aaron who dropped another note for her in the sink. Of course, the breaking window woke her up and she was in the bathroom gun drawn lickety split. And got an eyeful because she was only wearing the top of some pajama outfit which came just down below her behind. One thing we realized was that women look a heck of a lot heck sexier with SOME clothing than buck naked. Of course, with her holding that pistol of hers like she was, it took most of the sexiness out of the scene. Now with cell phones being used by everyone, pay phones are far and few between, we found one in another state and it was starting to get a little confusing because Agent Peabody was in one state, Rafael was in Dallas, the money drop was to be in Reno and of course, we were in another. Dealing with different time zones was a pita. The note said that since the FBI had failed to deliver said promised reward money as stated on their web site, the price was now TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS with a penalty fee of FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS.
The Underdog Organization (that's what we decided to call ourselves....you know, from all those hours of watching old cartoons on Saturday mornings) had with great effort, captured this individual, but then had to re-capture him from the FBI. The FBI had ninety minutes to get this organization its money which was to be deposited at the same mailbox at such and such a time, along with calling the provided phone within ten minutes whether the FBI agreed to pay The Underdog Organization the agreed funds. Boy, Agent Peabody was on the phone REALLY quick to the Dallas FBI, then called the pay phone which of course, was no where near a police station or a FBI field office along with being another number to call. Rushed to get to that pay phone, took the call and of course, she tried stalling us, saying they needed more time. I said no (using my mechanical made voice) and said Rafael's back in his cell and hung up. About two minutes later, a bunch of agents come running for the cell Rafael's in, so we took off to check out that mail box in Reno. In slightly over an hour, here comes that FBI agent lady who first discovered Rafael in the dumpster. Our note requested her for a couple of reasons. One, we knew what she looked like, the other was she was a lady like Agent Peabody and probably got screwed over in that agency because she was a lady.
Oh yeah, she's white and her name is Catherine Arsaro, while Agent Peabody's is Penelope. If you're wondering, we BORROWED the contents of their purses later on for a few minutes and then of course, put everything back. One thing about those ladies, it only took a couple of minutes for them to realize the weight of their purses had changed. Wished we had seen their faces when this was done, but we only needed a few minutes per lady to get personal info like driver licensee and of course, download all their phone info onto a thumbdrive via the phones usb port with all this info being printed at home later on. As to Charmin....he wasn't so lucky in that he lost EVERYTHING he had except literally the clothes on his back. But we didn't keep his gun because we had no use for it...but he did have to explain how it appeared under a desk at the Anchorage, Alaska field office. Of course we waited a few days until they moved onto another state before doing all this. Now we HAD thought of calling ourselves the X-File Organization, but figured having talked about it with Agent Peabody earlier........ The money was delivered in several of those big, padded yellow envelopes to the mailbox, which said contents simply disappeared into the nothingness. We weren't worried about any tracking device because we didn't allow any kind of communications like cell phones to work just to be safe. And no, we didn't keep the mail as it wasn't ours to keep. To drive the FBI kind of crazy, we dumped it all in their evidence room safe which was closed at the time. Now with us having played D&D AND having been DM's in our youth, all we had to do was cut open the envelopes and dump all the money off to one side of the nothingness we were in. You see, that was also part of our instructions on how we were to be paid...this way there was NO way the FBI could put a bug in with a pack of money or one of those exploding dye packs. Now we made sure to use one of those long reaching arm things....you know, to grab a can that's out of reach from Dollar Tree. Cut open one end of an envelope, use the arm thing to grab and shake out the money, then use it and our broom to make sure there were no hidden surprises. Couldn't believe it...we were shorted three hundred dollars?! Actually not, as we figured we miscounted it and we had. And believe me, it takes awhile to count it all up, but soon we had two hundred and fifty stacks of one hundred bills in groups of one thousand each. Well, not only was our college fund for the next three years guaranteed, we had a good start for our brothers and sisters to go if they wanted to or a trade school. Once again, the money was split evenly and stored in the light and nothingness.
All this started on Sunday and that happened on Monday and we both had 4 classes each on Tuesday along with having to work at the paint factory. Wednesday, it was only 2 classes so after work, we downloaded the second guy on the most wanted list, a Jose Philip Farmer and he was someone we wanted out of circulation asap. He had kidnapped and strangled a five year old girl in Pennsylvania. We didn't care he was hiding in Honduras, we didn't have passports or visas for these visits as we started calling them. We beat the snot out of him while he was handcuffed and dealing with the bear spray. We also gave him a few jolts from our tasers in his crotch. I found Agent Arsaro at her apartment, with me hitting the bathroom wall with the broom and Aaron dropping another note, this time in the sink, about Jose and he was now in one of the FBI's holding cells in Anchorage, Alaska along with they had four hours to verify his capture, get our one hundred thousand dollars reward money, but this time to a corner mail box in Las Vegas along with a pay phone number in another state. This time they got it right and spent another hour or so checking the envelopes, sorting the money, etc. We thought about doing a third most wanted, but we had to start school the next morning and didn't want to be sleepy in any our classes. I've spoken how we're more like brothers than real brothers are. With all this money, it was NEVER a case of the money in the nothingness was mine and he couldn't have any of it and he felt the same way. If something happened to either of us, we both KNEW the other would take care of our families just as it was his own. As to all this cash, we ended up buying pre-paid debit cards from different banks from different states in different denominations ranging from one thousand to fifty thousand. Yes, we had that much money rolling in later on which came in really handy. But we also kept cash, using several different bank safety deposits along with the pre-paid debit cards. Aaron put a small mirror inside his so he could get what he wanted, when he wanted it like me.
Because both of us were going for extra credit that week, Aaron and I didn't have time for lunch together till Thursday and of course, we were now working at the paint roller factory in the evening, so we were both pretty busy and never thought of the girls as far as them asking us out again. We both got a shock. We're walking down the hall to the cafeteria (planning on eating the left over wings and ribs with bottles of water) when we hear a voice saying hello tall, dark and handsome. Neither of us turned around as four of the college basketball players and two who were black, had just passed us. Then it's HEY YOU! You DO NOT just walk by and ignore us. We bought you a bunch of lunches and YOU OWE US! Then Ginger says yeah, what she said. Annabelle was the one talking to us in a LOUD voice. Well, we started apologizing and they both laughed at our attempts, saying what can we expect from these two nerdiest of nerdy guys? I said we didn't expect to see you again after spring break....you know, we figured that was over and done with, with the two of you finding new boyfriends now and we remember all too well how that turned out for us with JT and Goons Inc. Annabelle said well, we did find two new boyfriends....want to know who they are? I sighed and said no, figuring for whatever reasons, she had gone back to her old ways, so we both turned to walk away from them. Then came to a sudden stop when they both said: we decided that YOU'RE going to be our new boyfriends?! We turned around and I was still thinking they had gone back to their tormenting ways...until they walked up to us, put their arms around us, with Ginger saying such a deal needs to be sealed with a kiss and we got the FULL MONTY! That is, a kiss with A LOT of tongue work! We didn't hesitate in wrapping our arms around them and giving them tic for tac. That's when Annabelle came up for air saying she thinks we want us as their girlfriends, what do you think Ginger? She agreed with Annabelle. Still having a hard time believing that this was happening, so said I know you and JT aren't an item any more, but I honestly thought you and her would....well, find the same kind of men, not that either of us is complaining you know. That's when her face crumpled up and she REALLY hugged me and started sobbing. I asked what was wrong and that's when she says JT tried raping her on spring break. Didn't know what to really do but put my arms back around her, patting her back while stroking her hair and then I said I sure JT's going to get his and hopefully you called the police about this? Thing is, when I started on the JT part, my voice got deep and husky ala Metronome style. And suddenly Annabelle quit sniffling/sobbing and looked up at me with a questioning look on her face. Uh oh....NOT good because I just realized it wasn't what I said, but how it came out tone wise. To cover this faux up, I asked her if she had called the police and had they caught this bad piece of rubbish and hopefully good riddance to him ever coming into our lives again. She said it was strange how I said good riddance to bad rubbish like that and then proceeded to tell us how he'd been found not only really beaten up, but buried in the sand of some hotel beach AND had a dildo stuck in his you know what. Crud....another look of suspicion from her, so asked them if they'd had lunch yet and if not, we'd share what we had. They said okay and I thought that would be the end of the questioning looks. But women being women.....
Now our supervisor at the paint roller company was Elsie and we both agreed she has the BIGGEST set of yahoo's we had ever seen. I mean, looking at some woman yahoo's via the net is one thing, quite another to see them in living flesh so to speak. How big? Well, there's that old joke about a woman having a pair of 38's and they're loaded. Elsie's? Well, hers were 44 magnums and loaded for elephant. And if you wanted to play motorboat with 'em, you'd joyfully go down with the ship between those crevices just like the Titanic. Even though she was kind of old (early 30's?), she was a good boss and everyone liked her. Now some of the material used was shipped in what we called coffins, which were long cardboard boxes about seven long and about three feet wide. Some times it'd rain and we would pull a couple of them out near the dumpster and put them in the designated smoking area outside one of the warehouse doors. Well, the second Friday working there, we had just arrived at work via the nothingness and standing around outside waiting waiting for her to arrive at which time we could clock in. But she came to work that evening being followed by a cop with his lights on, right behind her. Seems she had been drinking a wine cooler and the policeman saw her. Jumped into the nothingness and from under the passenger seat, told her to put ALL the bottles on the floorboard. She looked around and asked where I was, but told her to either put them there or in less than two minutes she'd be in the back of the police car with a DUI AND an open container charge against her. She had just enough time to do this before the cop walked up to her as she got out of her car with me taking all the bottles into the nothingness. She was close to being drunk, but still passed the breath analyzer test. Man, was he mad about this but of course with no liquor in her car......
Now if you're wondering if I advocate that it's okay to drink and drive, I'm not. Or maybe I hoped to get into her panties (which was before the girls became our girlfriends of course), which I'm sure all the guys (except the two gay guys) at work or any man who saw her, had the same idea. So why do this? Seems the cop was dirty....I'd heard he'd been hitting on her for the past few weeks, but she had no interest in him, especially since he was married and had several children. During work, told Aaron what I had done and why, with him agreeing it was a good thing, but also she needed some talking to. So after work, we went to the dumpster area and into the nothingness, got our voice alternators on and waited for her to leave. With Aaron checking her out thru the interior mirror, when we got far enough from work, he told her that we were back and right about then, that cop hit her again with his lights and siren. Man, he was starting to tick us off, so went back to our place to grab an ice pick, then hit the nothingness under his car. As soon as he had stopped, flattened all four of his tires and before he got out of his car, stabbed him one time in each of his feet while he was in his car calling dispatch. Of course later on, he tried charging her for doing all this, but his police dash cam later proved what a liar he was.
We're always been willing to give someone the doubt, so we decided to check this guy out over the next two weeks. As far as we were concerned, he has REALLY dirty....like getting two dozen doughnuts for free EVERY day. Now maybe you're thinking the owner was giving it to this cop in gratitude for what must be an ungrateful and dangerous job. Nope. EVERY day, he'd stop by this shop with the owner simply handing over the box of doughnuts with the cop never saying thank you or paying anything for them. He was cheating on his wife and this was while not only ON DUTY, but with two other women?! We had enough when he pulled over a young, attractive college girl (whom we didn't know) for what he said was excessive speeding. And of course, he'd have to search her for possible weapons. Yes, he simply fondled her then let her go. And she was really crying. Time for us to enlist the help of Officer Flannigan.
Aaron found him in the police stations shower area taking a leak. Fortunately, he was alone...or so we thought. We had our voice changers on and Officer Flannigan kind of froze when Aaron said we were back. He looked around and when he didn't see anyone around, asked where we were, what happened to us and why our voices were different. But we had already talked this over ahead of time, with me saying what you call pollution has caused us great distress with the land, air and even the water being what it is now vs what it used to be. Now we had talked with Officer Flannigan twice right after we had moved into our apartment and along with talking to him under the cars, we wanted to take NO chances of him meeting us on the street and just maybe remember our regular voices. We told him about the cop who had been harassing Elsie, though we didn't mention her by name, along with the other things we had seen. Of course, Officer Flannigan had no idea who we were talking about until Aaron said he and his vehicle had been struck by a stinger from a long dead stirge. Of course, he had no idea what we were talking about, so we said it was an insect from another plane of existence.....which was from when played playing Dungeons & Dragons. He was quite shocked when we told him this cop had been turning off his body camera, but forgot his police car dash camera was still running in all of these incidents.
This was when we heard a voice from one of the toilet stalls and guess who it was? Yes, the cop we had been talking about who stated all these things said were lies and....where are those two you were talking to Henry? Officer Flannigan said that doesn't matter. What does matter is if these things are true, I'll bet my badge that not only will you get fired, but do my best to see you do some prison time. THAT'S the kind of officer he was and we should have more of. Two weeks later, this cop was still working as a cop, but then found out he was taking kick backs from more than one drug dealer among other things. That was enough for us. He was violently attacked by person or persons unknown one night while walking down a dark alley according to the local tv news stations. Bear spray and being tased took all the fight out of him. Took his gun belt, weapons, radio and police badge from him. We didn't keep his money because the drug dealer had also handled it. then beat him up, including breaking his right hand as that was the hand that took the money. Then went after the drug dealer, also not taking his money along with him being beaten, tased, etc. Left what drugs he had on him to be found by law enforcement. Both of them were left tied together with those plastic handcuffs to a power pole. Found Officer Flannigan at home that night and said we have limits to our patience and the bad cops belt, etc. dropped from from under Officer Flannigan's kitchen table. What REALLY caught his eye was the badge the former cop USED to wear. When he picked it up, he demanded to know what happened to officer Roderick Alleyn. I replied where he was at and why. This is when Officer Flannigan said we couldn't be taking the law into our own hands, that there were procedures to be followed and a thorough investigation needed to be done and then actions, if any, would be taken. I said if we had done things the way your species does things, no doubt you and your partner would now be dead and buried in the ground. He had no reply to that one. Aaron said it doesn't matter to us if you wear the rags of a beggar or a kings crown of gold....evil is evil no matter whom is doing it. He has been given a light taste of punishment by us. This individual is to be terminated as a member of law enforcement tomorrow with NO benefits being paid to him or your union complaining about this. Other wise.... Officer Flannigan said other wise what? I replied find this former cop, you'll understand, then we simply went back home. Now I'm sure are thinking we really like beating up helpless people. Actually we don't, but there comes a time when we've had to what was needed and now we do something about it. It's quite simple: some folks didn't take their kids to The Shed or have a meeting with The Paddle while at school. Though we both would admit we enjoyed beating up Goons Inc., I took GREAT pleasure in dealing with JT.
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Post by texican on Nov 4, 2018 1:35:11 GMT -6
The boys doing good deeds....
Thanks WillC for the chapter....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 9, 2018 3:33:26 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 19
As I said earlier, neither of us EVER expected Annabelle and Ginger to become our girlfriends OR kisses like we were getting. However, there were sudden unexpected problems: we were going to classes, either 3 or 4 of them per day depending the day of the week as it was, working part time and now, we were bringing wicked people and evil doers to face Lady Justice. So because of this time crunch, we understood some of the angst that Peter Parker had in his life in trying to keep his secret, secret.....and wondered how the heck did he ever get any sleep? The girls wanted to go out to celebrate our new relationships, but got a bit irritated when we told them we couldn't, at least that Thursday. But after us talking a bit, they understood and what helped was us telling them we'd call the temp agency and take Friday night off. They wanted to go to a chick flick. You know, something like Twilight, a movie neither of us never understood. I mean, the vampire is a couple of hundred years old and gets a raging case of hormones over some 17 year old girl? We always thought there was a couple of things wrong with those kind of movies. I mean, what if the guy's in his 60's, rich or not, starts hitting on some 17 year old hottie? He'd be called a sexual predator or pervert. Remember, that vampire was suppose to be a couple of hundred years old. And how is a vampire suppose to “do it” with a human? Remember, this guy IS DEAD and that means no blood is flowing thru out his body which would include his “junk” if you will. So how's he going to get a hard on? And of course, if the girl “does it” with him, isn't she having sex with corpse? Or bestiality with a werewolf? And THAT'S against the law in EVERY state, even California. At least I think it still is there...but again, you never know about those people and their laws. Now Aaron and I had thought of going to see the first Twilight movie when we were younger because it had vampires AND werewolves?! Oh yeah! Fortunately we had been warned by a couple of friends of ours who HAD TO see it with their girlfriends. Jason said he felt like puking the entire ninety minutes or so of the movie and no amount of popcorn eaten or soda's drank could get rid of the bad taste in his mouth from watching it. He said what was seen could not be unseen....or for-gotten. But now we understood WHY he gone to see it.
So we called Helen (the temp agency lady) asking to be off that night. She didn't want us to and wanted to know why as we'd NEVER asked for a night off when we were to work. I explained and she laughed, saying she didn't want to be in the way of true love and what must be our first girlfriends from the way we were talking about the girls. How do women know these kind of things? Man, that night at work seemed to go on FOREVER. Then of course there were classes to be taken the next day with Ginger taking all of us to Scoopers for lunch. We bought and when they dropped us off at our apartment, we didn't bother doing our homework like we normally did. Which was the first thing Aaron did when getting home because it was “honoring the family name and reputation” and as for me, I didn't go to The Shed, but lost my allowance ($3 a week) for a month AND grounded for two weeks when it was found out I hadn't done it. I had simply forgot about it and this was found out that late Sunday evening. Dad was a bit ticked, but something like this didn't require a visit to The Shed, but a different form of punishment. As for my younger brother (that booger head), when he got his $2, he made sure he found me, waving his money in my face and telling me he was wondering how he was going to spend his money, then talking about the different ways of doing so.....and he was SSSSOOOO sorry I couldn't join him.
I don't know about Aaron, but I took TWO showers because after an hour or so, I was really sweating in anticipation of our date. We dressed up best as we could, wearing the jackets, dress shirts, etc. we'd worn for our high school graduation (from Kmart of course). We weren't sure if we were to wear jeans and maybe a t-shirt and agreed it was better to go huntin' for bear dress wise. Knock on the door and it's Ginger with Annabelle, who later said they were kind of surprised we had dressed up like we were and we thought maybe we had screwed up dress wise. Actually, we made brownie points as it seems their ex-boyfriends basically never dressed up for them no matter where they went out to. CHIC FLICKS SUCK!!!!! And movies are NOT cheap either. TWELVE DOLLARS for A ticket? And let's not forget NINE DOLLARS EACH for a large container of popcorn (and we bought two) and four large sodas at SIX DOLLARS EACH?! Both of us found out REALLY quick the meaning of that girls were a high maintenance item. I know, I know....I can hear you already saying why were we complaining about the “high cost” of our date when we had basically two hundred and eighty thousand dollars IN CASH. Habit. Pure and simple. Never understood those people who'd hit the lottery or some big slot machine payout and be broke a year or so later or now really in debt as seen on Youtube. Neither of us thought about seating arrangements in the movie theater....we thought we'd be together and in the center or a little bit higher in the theater so we'd have a good view of the movie without being overwhelmed if we sat really close to the screen. And girls are SNEAKY.....another thing learned and of course, in this case we didn't mind one bit. So Aaron and I are carrying the popcorn and our sodas while the girls are carrying their sodas AND holding our free hands. Well, when Ginger pulled Aaron to the left and at the tallest and furthest back part of the seating, I went to follow him....and that's when Annabelle said, no sweetie, over here which of course was on the right hand and upper side of that part of the seating. We followed them like sheep being led by a Judas goat to the slaughter pen. And grinnin' like fools at each other as we parted.
Now this theater was a bit fancier than the one in our home town in that the arms between the seats actually lifted up to give you a little more room seat wise when possible. Annabelle sat down, raised the seat between us, then rubbed her hand and nails on the seat of mine, while looking up at me AND SMILING! Yeah, I had a hard on right off the bat and of course, sat down quick as possible while holding the tub of popcorn on my junk in hopes she wouldn't notice. No doubt she did. Anyway, I'm sitting there and after a bit the lights dim with the coming attractions and commercials starting? This kind of surprised me because back home, the two theaters (owned by the same family) the Star Spangled Banner was ALWAYS played before the coming attractions and commercials. The oldest theater was bought right after WW 2 ended by the man who had been there, done that on the first day of the Normandy invasion where he lost his right leg. His son opened the second one after he came back from being in Vietnam, where he had lost his left eye and two fingers on his left hand. You did NOT cut up while it was being played, call out play ball afterwards or ANY of that stuff because if you did, you got banned for a minimum of 30 days no matter who you were. You can guess which batch of kids got banned. Like I mentioned before, we were small town boys.
Well, she snuggles up next to me and her leg feels like it's a blow torch touching mine and I'm trying really hard to watch the movie in hopes I'd go limp if you know what I mean. Then not much later into the movie, she puts her arm around my shoulders so her left hand and arm are resting on my shoulder/neck. I decided to do the same for her, thinking if she objected, I'd apologize and remove my arm, though I wasn't playing with her neck and ear like she then started doing. Of course since she wanted some popcorn, she had to twist a little bit and feel BOTH of her boobies on each side of my arm AND her hand pressing down on the popcorn tub! Thank God she didn't do this but twice, but I was becoming a nervous wreck and it was basically at the end of the movie she twists again and I'm thinking she's going for the popcorn tub. Not so. Her right hand lands just above my right knee and starts going upward and to make things worse, she coo's in my ear, saying she hoped I was having a good time, then at the same time, squeeze's my thigh while sticking her tongue in my ear?! I CRUSHED the popcorn tub, with popcorn flying everywhere. She just laughed, then said she wondered if there was any more left and her hand reached for the tub! I said no, no, no, it's all gone and tossed the tub a few seats away. Said I was a party pooper, but a nice one and smiled in what I would describe as a man eating smile. I was confused as heck.....NEVER expected any of this, but fortunately the movie soon ended with us meeting Aaron and Ginger. No doubt his face had the same expression as I had on mine. But after we left the theater, things took different venue.
We were walking to Gingers car when six Hispanics made some remarks about the girls....then started following us making more remarks, most of it in Spanish. Then they went to speaking English, saying that looked like some fine college puta and it was about time they had real men to satisfy their needs. But when they used the word zorra (slut) while talking about the girls in Mexican, that was enough for both of us. Now the girls were scared and REALY pulling on our hands to get to Gingers car quicker. I looked at Aaron, cocked and nodded my head to him and he nodded. That's when he told the girls to get to the car and they were to take off without us. That we'd give 'em a call after we settled this which should only take five minutes or so. They tried objecting, but when we both growled NOW, they got....and we started walking towards the Hispanics, but at an angle towards an area which by co-incidence had a lot of shadows and darkness. I started it off with hey you Mexcremt (Mexican excrement) field rats (Mexicans working field migrants), fob's (fresh over the border), get back to your clown car (Mexicans migrant workers in an overloaded vehicle) and Mexi-ho's (Mexican girls who get pregnant at an early age). Boy, THAT got their attention but we still had some distance between us and them, so Aaron volleyed a few more insults, telling them when they caught us, they'd be sorry as they were about to be tonk'd (the sound of a flashlight used by Immigration making the sound of tonk as it hit their heads) and don't they look like a mudslide (what a Mexican jail break looks like) I said I don't think they're greasers, but migger's (Mexicans/Hispanics who act like they're black). This was followed quickly by me saying el burro sabe mas que tu (donkey's know more than you), while Aaron said they were eres tan feo a que hiciste flrar a una cebolla (you're so ugly that you make an onion cry). Would you believe they actually stopped in their tracks for a bit as apparently they had never heard a black or Asian use Mexican insults in Spanish or English.
This gave us more than enough time to stand slightly behind a eight inch tree, one of many that lined the theaters property/parking lot and of course, right in some darkness with next to final insult was they were chunts (badly dressed Mexicans). Funny thing about all of this was NEITHER of us knew any good Korean or black insults. I then said these puta's were so stupid that we could hide behind this tree and they'll NEVER find us. They came all out running for us, but this time more than one had a knife out with happy smiles on their faces. It did not end well for them. No problem for Aaron to stand behind me, with the two of us trying to “hide” behind the tree. We then flipped them the bird while making hee haw noises, you know, like donkeys. When those six got within five feet of us, we simply dropped into the nothingness with me quickly closing it above us. Then opened another nothingness underneath those six. They didn't have time to scream as they dropped into it. Closed their nothingness, with us leaving our nothing-ness, then called Annabelle for her and Ginger saying it was okay to come back, which took a few minutes for me and Aaron to talk things over on what to do with those guys. Of course, they wanted to know what happened as she had called 911 and shortly after that, she got my call. Had her call 911 again this time to cancel the call, saying it was a mistake and things were okay. But one police car showed up about this time and we (Aaron and I) explained that when we told those Hispanics our girlfriends were calling 911 for help, they disappeared. Which of course, was the truth. The policeman suggested that in the future, we park a little bit closer to the theater and we would of, but by the time we got there, the lot was getting pretty crowded with parked cars. Well, we got some quick kisses (not enough darn it!) from the girls who were quite happy that everything turned out well before getting in Gingers car.
Thing is, they both got to thinking things over as they couldn't understand why those guys took off so quick even with us saying they'd called 911....ESPECIALLY after they heard some of the things we had called out to those guys. Not that they knew what we were talking about, but still. And they didn't mean to be mean, but after what JT and his Goons did to us not long ago...... When Aaron turned to face me he had a worried look on his face, but when I winked at him (something neither girl saw) he smiled. I said, it's time to tell you the girls the truth, I mean after all, there should be no secrets between boyfriend and girlfriend, right? As I'm sure there's all sorts of stories you two could tell about what happens in your sorority if you wanted to, right? Not a peep from the girls. I said did you know we've not only have we been interviewed by the FBI, but one of them told us about some sorority house being haunted? Isn't that a hoot....a haunted sorority house? Caught the girls eyeballing each other in the cars drivers mirror and again, they're saying nothing. Just then, we pulled up to our place and got out. After everyone was out, I said in full disclosure for the good of our flowering relationships, here's what went down.....believe it or not. (please notice my disclaimer of believe it or not)
You've seen videos of Superman, The Flash and others in the superhero leagues that just started forming and of course, on their own for example, haven't you? They nodded and of course, I could see the hope in their eyes that some how Aaron and I had also super abilities, something they had never thought of at the time considering what had happened during the past few months, but maybe we had simply been hiding those abilities. I said I'm known as Blackman, with the ability of making scowling faces which makes bad people flee in terror. Put one fist on a hip, curled the other arm with it ending in a fist, then trying to scowl while also trying to raise an eyebrow up and down AND flex my arm muscles. You know, like Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock. My brother and crime fighting companion is known as Kato, from the old Green Hornet tv series and is the deadliest verbal karate kungfu martial artist in the world. And when bad people hear him speak, why more than one have been known to simply pass out. At which point Aaron starts making karate kungfu moves and it was at that point I about busted out laughing because he was actually telling his mom that his room was clean, dishes washed and put away, home work done, then naming some of his favorite Korean food dishes....all in Korean! The girls were NOT impressed and neither had any idea who I was trying to imitate and of course, hadn't heard of Kato before either. Guess if you're not Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan or Jet Li, you're not a martial artist of any importance.
I said okay, how about this one. We told those guys that we stayed behind to protect THEM from YOU. That the sweet, angelic looking blonde once scratched out both eyeballs of a guy because she caught him just trying to look down her blouse. And as for the redhead, you know what terrors they can be when it comes to having a temper. She ripped off a boys testicles and boyhood one time simply for looking at her like you guys were. Now the girls are laughing, saying they've heard some whoppers before, but ours were taking the cake. I said what, you'd rather believe they took off because we told them you ladies were calling 911 than our stories? They laughed even harder. That's when I nudged Aaron and started sniffling, quickly followed by him along with both of us trying to look quite pathetic. I said our feelings were really, really hurt in you two not believing our story....and maybe you could make it not hurt so bad with a kiss or three? They laughed even harder and what almost brought them to their knees was Aaron saying in a high pitched, girly kind of voice that this was no laughing matter a couple of times followed by his stomping a foot on the ground while saying this. When the girls came up for air, Ginger said they were used to a lot of bullsh*t from guys, but she's sure that Annabelle like her, NEVER EVER heard such lines. That we should perhaps consider becoming professional comedians. Annabelle agreed with Gingers assessment of us. That's when Annabelle said when comedians first start out, they don't make much money, but there are other things than money in life we realize now. And that's when we got some major kisses. Who knows what would of happened next, but that's when Mrs. Hernandez (our landlandy) came out to see whose car was in front of the complex and of course, we introduced her to the girls. Wow...we were a bit surprised how Mrs. Hernandez praised us for helping her so many times along with not only were we good boys.....but good husband material. Boy, our faces got red on that one as we had NEVER thought of marriage. Girlfriends yes, but that was mainly because of those college girls gone wild videos we had seen in our youth, but marriage?
I'm sure you're wondering how did we know these kind of insults? Like maybe it was something we learned in a Spanish language class in school? The explanation is a lot simpler. Remember how we got to playing D&D in junior high school? Hector was one of the gamers we met and of course, would be at our place or someone elses when we played. He was a player, not a DM. His father had snuck into the U.S. way back when and worked as a migrant worker where he met his wife. Shortly after their first son was born, they decided they had enough of that kind of work and since they already owned a pickup truck, bought some landscaping tools and he became a landscaper at first just mowing lawns, trimming bushes, etc. Like Mr. and Mrs. Hernandez, he had a drive to learn more now that he was a family man and had to provide for them. Thru the library, he learned how to trim trees without damaging them, etc. Word of mouth advertising is the best kind to have/get and before too long, he ended up expanding his business with another truck and tools which meant hiring two guys, also Mexican. Shortly after that, they decided to buy and run a roach coach, which is a large delivery van set up to cook Mexican and American food at different locations in town. His wife got her two sisters and their three kids into the U.S. Hector's family now owns six landscaping trucks, eighteen employees, a lot of equipment along with three roach coach's and six employees. And no, it's not just Mexicans working for them. When given the opportunity, they applied for and got American citizenship.
One day Aaron and I were walking back from somewhere when we see Hector on a street corner talking to four guys on the opposite corner and it didn't look good. So we came up behind him and said we were ready to stand besides you. He turned to look at us and starts laughing?! Well, come to find out those four were friends of his and had been talking smack back and fourth. He called them over, saying we thought they were arguing and before too long, they'd be fighting him...four against one. They laughed, with Jesus saying with friends like you two, we'd hate to be your enemies and we all shook hands. Now Hector was the class clown and ALWAYS cutting up which of course got him into trouble (nothing serious) and more than one trip to the principals office and after school detention. Not that he ever got The Paddle or having his parents called. Well, we were curious and asked them what they were saying and meant, so they told us and until that moment with those six, we'd never used any of those words.
Thing is, God has NOTHING on Moms when it comes to laying a guilt trip on you. God can threaten you with fire, brimstone and d*mnnation and more than one of us would be running and asking where's the biggest and deepest lake of this stuff was at. But when Moms give you “That Look” of she's so disappointed in what you had done, were doing or said..... Now Hector at one time, was cutting up at his place and had all of us on the floor busting our guts laughing....until we heard a ahem from his Mom who simply said “Oh Hector” with a sad look on her face. Not that he was cursing, but implying those words. He couldn't chase after his Mom fast enough to apologize. After that, his nickname became Oh Hector said in a sorrowful tone. Aaron asked the girls if they felt like eating something as we had some wings and ribs left over, but it would take about 30 minutes to heat them up. That's when I volunteered to make a salad with buttermilk ranch dressing from Harrison's place. They said okay, so Annabelle and I went upstairs while Aaron went with Ginger to park her car. You know, to make her feel safer. Not that we figured anything would happen as our parking space was close by and close enough to hear him shout if there was any. I told her to look around if she wanted to as I had to make the salad, not that there was much to see and of course being a woman, she did. After a bit, Ginger and Aaron are with us and of course, the two of them are checking out our place while Aaron got going on the ribs and wings for the oven. What surprised and scared us at first was when we realized they were also in our bedrooms?! We were scared until we remembered all our crime fighting gear was in the nothingness and the light. We were told they were impressed how neat and clean everything was compared to other men they had known, meaning at least JT and Goons Inc. Of course, when everything was ready all we could offer was tea, milk or bottled water. They never mentioned anything about Aarons mirrors and ESPECIALLY our two posters of JT, Goons Inc. and those panties.
When asked, had to tell them we didn't have any liquor HERE, which was true, but then we had still a bunch of it in the light and nothingness that we had yet to finish giving away to our friends. Didn't figure anyone would complain about getting free six packs of room temperature beer for example. They were kind of shocked because after all, EVERYONE drank; why it was almost a requirement when going to college. They got another shock when we told them we didn't. Now since we had the internet, Youtube was available so we had downloaded a variety of music on several thumbdrives with each marked what kind of music was on them. Aaron and I had talked it over and agreed we wanted some background music to listen to instead of having some rock and roll being blared out of the small, cheap speakers we got from Walmart for thirty dollars. If and when we really wanted to blare out some heavy rock n roll, we'd wear quality head-phones just in case Mrs. Hernandez thought we were playing it too loud. After a few minutes, Annabelle asked what was being played because she'd never heard anything like it before. Told her it was Bolero which was created by Joseph Maurice Ravel in the late 1800's. This was the longer version being almost fifteen minutes long instead of the normal seven to eight minutes it's usually played at. Well, all good things must eventually end and after a very late supper/snack, we escorted the girls to Gingers car and watched them drive off....and we went to the nothingness to deal with those six guys after taking a two hour nap because it had been a long day for us.
Well, we got on the net where we found that Tuxtla Gutierre was the southern most city in Mexico. Now I'm sure there are others even further south in that country, but it was the only one big enough to be listed on our Google search. Big enough to be a tourist destination with a lot of restaurants and also not far from the Guatemala border, which meant these guys would have a long and hard time getting back to the U.S.....especially since they wouldn't have passports or visas on them. Want to hear something funny? When we got dressed and ready to deal with them, find that four of the six had beaten each other up! Not only that, one of the ones who had gotten in one of the fights between them had stolen everything from the other three! We figured that when they got dropped into the nothingness (where they couldn't see or hear anything), when they started bumping into each other, each thought they were being attacked by someone or something and with them having knives...... The bear spray and tasers were enough for us to handcuff them, but then had to leave them as we needed a pair of wire cutters which we got from Walmarts tool section. We took everything of value they had, but left them with their clothes. Dropped the four wounded about a block from a hospital and from what we had remembered about Mexico, there is NO free emergency services available unless you could pay for it...IN ADVANCE. So with no money or i.d. on them...... The other two we left on opposite sides of town and after all of them were hit with a second spraying of bear spray, it was no problem cutting those plastic handcuff thingys apart with us taking those bits of plastic with us.
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Post by texican on Nov 9, 2018 14:48:56 GMT -6
WillC,
The two boys with girlfriends and 6 hombres planted in Mexico, just what more could one want except moar....
Thanks,
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 9, 2018 22:23:36 GMT -6
Chapters 20 thru 22 are going to be zig zagging story wise...kind of like ships did during WW 2 going from America to Britain. First going left, then right, then left, etc., etc., etc. There will be more background info on the boys, with Officer Flannigan returning. Along with involvement with the FBI, Homeland Security and Interpol. Later in chapter 23-24(?), the boys will find out that there is NO Handbook For Dummy's: How Women Think (due to insufficient paper stock for printing). Sorry, still can't post meme's even though they're all in the KB range.
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Post by texican on Nov 9, 2018 23:36:06 GMT -6
WillC,
Now that you have whetted the moar hounds and made us slaver over Chapters 20 thru 22 that will be zigging and zagging, how about a taste to ease the hunger pangs....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 10, 2018 0:55:47 GMT -6
Chapter chum: That Saturday, the girls wanted to go listen to a band at some bar called 16 buttons of justice.......Bill's dad had come back from a fishing trip and Bill snagged a six pack from the cooler that was in the boat which still had a lot of beer in it........Repeating myself earlier, we're not Mensa material so Aaron said you're right. We're just nerds and hoped to impress you at which time they said you didn't....and don't do this again, understand?.........Hector said when it comes to making money, those two are the most Jewish of Jews.....Aaron said yes, my son...have you strayed from the Holy Mother Church and ways of Christ?......Think Aaron and I were confused....being reminded of The Wolfmobile and how the girls had acted towards us in the beginning....You'd think we'd get a break, not going to school or work, but no......about five years later we find out that Peewee had been writing down our adventures when he got home after we done gaming....I'M TELLING MAMA!.......Some times you strike gold big time your first time getting married.....finding payphones was kind of difficult until we realized that ALL 7-11's had one in the front of the store......Aaron and I joined hands and while doing a kind of two little pig jig, began singing we're in the money song from the 1930's.........We decided to leave calling cards if you will, much like Paladin had on that old tv series.....Stevie (book deposit company supervisor) called saying he had a partial swing shift available which would be four hours a day, three times a week.......Officer Flannigan getting shot a SECOND TIME while stopping a convenience store robbery.....We put these things in a large plastic bag and tossed everything into a volcano....Officer Flannigan sighed and said can't a man even take a sh*t in private?....remember the skeleton hand/partial arms used at JT's dads place? We put some latex rubber on parts of them with a little red water paint and SLOWLY put both hands out thru the mirror.... As I wrote earlier, we were going at this as D&D adventurers and quickly found out that we needed more and better equipment along with more intel. Never know when you'd need an extra vial or three of holy water, fifty feet of rope or flasks of oil.....As to these thugs, since they were Hispanic they spoke or should of known how to speak Spanish....Now I'm sure everyone's saying wait a minute, wait a minute....even the Fumbling Bureaucratic Idiots and Homeland Security should have been aware of something with these people disappearing, right?......They were about to learn NOT to mess with experienced DM's and D&D explorers..........Our friends in junior and high school who had girlfriends and they seemed to be happy, so shouldn't we be too? Well, we were....in the beginning.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJOjTNuuEVw&t=51s
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-T5t4NWJ_s&t=20s
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQeC_6bOFqs
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4BYMvVvMg0
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vk2cbKPpjo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wn_iz8z2AGw ------------------------ Darn....don't remember if I put these in any sort of chronological order or not. Oh well....
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Post by texican on Nov 10, 2018 14:22:41 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the snippets....
Chapters?.?.?.?
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Nov 16, 2018 2:54:40 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 20
That Saturday, the girls wanted to go listen to a band at some bar called 16 buttons of justice, but of course we'd never heard of it. The band was named deugello, which we thought was rather strange considering its meaning. Now the girls told us the bar was a NON-ALCOHOLIC bar, something we never heard of. Closet thing they had to liquor was near beer....at least that's what we were told. One thing we liked about them was they knew (or at least THOUGHT they did) our financial status and if we didn't mind, it would be dutch.
There was a cover charge of ten dollars per person to get in, something we hadn't ever heard of....or expected. Remember, neither of us had ever been in a bar because we weren't twenty-one and especially since we hadn't drank since that one time when we had less than half a beer (total) that Aaron and I had shared back when we were in junior high school. Now if you're wondering about that episode in our lives..... Bill's dad had come back from a fishing trip and Bill snagged a six pack from the cooler that was in the boat which still had a lot of beer in it. He called us and other friends to meet him by the river for “something special”, but since he wouldn't tell us what it was, why of course we all went to the river. Now we're in junior high school and many of us were believing if we weren't adults, by golly we were close enough to it and of course, wanted to try man things. There's twelve of us there with Bill having everyone wait until everyone was there at which time he pulled the six pack from the river to keep it cool. Well, everyone got to drink one half of one of the beers and believe me, we were basically salivating in anticipation of participating in this rite of manhood passage. Aaron and I got all of two sips down and while everyone was grinning like some politician who just got re-elected, we started throwing up....VIOLENTLY! Poor Bill....he was between us and yes, we both hit him with our vomit. He had to wash himself off in the river to get clean and he was NOT a happy camper about this with him going on a tirade about this till Hector stood up for us, saying some people can drink, others just get sick from drinking ANY liquor.
Any way, we get a SMALL table so the bar could pack more people in later on, not that it was crowded at the time. What surprised us was there being a dance area with ten or fifteen couples dancing. To be honest, both of us were scared (actually, terrified is a better word) that the girls would ask us to dance. Aaron and I got to talking about the band while waiting for the drinks ordered for all of us. The girls heard us and said what did we know about music? Just because you listen to it, should NOT made you a music critic and WE think they're outstanding. Repeating myself earlier, we're not Mensa material so Aaron said you're right. We're just nerds and hoped to impress you at which time they said you didn't....and don't do this again, understand? Well, the band quit playing with the lead guitarist coming forward, saying they were going to take a break and be back in a few. At which time I recognized him and said holy sh*t with Aaron whipping his head to look at me, asking me what was wrong while also trying to look around. I simply pointed my finger at the band leader and he said the same thing. We agreed we had to go meet him as it had been over a year since we'd seen anyone from home. Told the girls we'd be right back and went to the stage area, not that the girls just sat there and actually followed us shortly afterwards.
Everyone's laying down their instruments and that's when a couple members of the band recognized us, but didn't didn't say a word when we held a finger to our lips. Then we grabbed Hector, making him like a sandwich with him as the meat and us as the bread. Aaron and I both said at the same time a VERY sorrowful Oh Hector, at which time most of the guys busted out laughing. One of my arms was around Hectors waist, while the other held his head firmly to my chest with Aaron also wrapping his arms around Hectors waist. Hector came up for air, saying what the h*ll...then looking up, says godd*mn, if it ain't double ugly and that means short round's behind me. Now you boys let go of me or people are going to start talking and thinking we're engaged or some-thing.
Strange how things turn out in life. Like those four guys I wrote about earlier, ended up joining the junior high school band like us along with some others like Gene Krupa, Bud Freeman, Vincente Marco, Antonio Solis, Chavela Vargas, Alejandro Fernandez. Got introduced to Dick Mains and Teddy Wilson. Surprised they had THREE female vocalists, Helen Forest (lead), Martha Tilton and Nino Tempo, of which we knew the first two from high school. Nino joined them shortly after they started touring, asking for a job at one of their gigs. So Hector had a really large group for a band.
Man, we had GREAT times and memories. We even got to jamming after school was out with the okay of the band director Mr. Hendricks along with many a time during the summer and of course, did the same in high school. Of course, that came pretty much to a halt when we found The Wolfmobile that last year. Then the girls were there, saying how great they were, though they (meaning us) tried telling us you were pretty good and close to being great. That's when Hector turned to us, saying THEY'RE your girlfriends? And we said yeah at which time he asked us if we had really said what they told him and without hesitation, we said yes. The girls were surprised when Hector told us godd*mn almighty, thanks for the compliment. Maybe after our gig is over, you could show us what was wrong? Aaron and I said no problem without thinking. Then he said let's go outside to where our bus is at and you ladies (meaning Ginger and Annabelle) stay here. It's home coming reunion time for us.
Get outside and see they have converted a double decker bus and though looking bit tired on the outside, it was beautiful inside because Hector insisted on giving us the full tour. One thing about Hector, he could not only sell snake oil to people, he could get the snake oil salesmen to throw their stuff away and buy his to re-sell. And to say he was a ladies man is an understatement. He was everything we weren't when it came to women and the only one we knew that had SIX girlfriends at SAME TIME thru out high school. Then he started showing us the extra instruments stored in the luggage compartment of the bus and we really surprised by the variety. Told us while there was more than one of them that none of them could play, he'd been picking up odds and ends at different pawn shops and some from people they had met at the various bars they had been playing who wanted to sell their instruments. Because he was thinking long term as in REALLY increasing the size of his band and variety of music they'd be able to play.
When we got back to the stage, the girls were surprised to see us as they thought we were helping Hector carrying instruments that the band was going to use later on. Everyone got busy putting them where needed, then hooking some to the speakers and amplifiers. Hector told the girls if they wanted to, he'd get chairs for them so they could be on the stage to hear them better. They liked that idea, but asked ones for us at which time Hector started to say they were right and got one for Aaron. Girls asked if I wanted one, with me saying I preferred to stand next to Aaron who was still standing. This was when Hector went to the mic and said may I have your attention please which he got from the patrons. He said I'm sure you've heard the line we have something special for you tonight, which in this case isn't quite true. For this time, it's a special treat for us, then he turned to point at Aaron saying this here's Short Round and next to him, is his brother known as Double Ugly. The girls had a shocked look on their faces as they realized that Aaron hadn't put down his guitar and me, my saxophone.
Aaron stood up, twice counted to four, then playing and singing Chuck Berry's Johnny B. Goode with the rest of us also playing. The girls jaws actually dropped a bit seeing and hearing this. Of course, Aaron did Chuck's squatting, skipping duck walk just like Michael Fox did in that Back To The Future movie. Of course, neither really sounded like Chuck, but what the heck. Both of us noticed some patrons got up to dance to it and without hesitation after Chuck's song, we went into John Forgarty's Rock N Roll Girls with Hector singing the lyrics and he was really good. Then it was Keep Your Hands To Yourself by Georgia Satellites with Aaron raising his voice a little higher, ZZ Tops Bad To The Bone with me growling out the lyrics, then me altering my voice a bit for Black Betty by Ram Jam with Aaron playing lead guitar. Then it was Hectors sister (who was their drummer) and Aaron doing Wipe Out by The Sufari's by themselves. Rock This Town by Stray Cats with Aaron on bass fiddle. Aaron used their electric piano with Ginger happily accepting Aarons question if she wanted to help play this tune using the cow bell when we played the Rockin' Pneumonia Rock N Roll Blues followed with him getting and sitting down on that chair with the steel guitar playing Apache with us as backup. Now two of the guys had brought their sisters as vocalists with another being hired just before they left town over a year earlier. They sang Della Parton's Legs with of course those swishing and moving their hips and skirts....and when they did that, we were surprised the girls stood up and started doing the same swishing and moving their hips and skirts! Then it was Pick Up The Pieces with me on sax, though it sounds a lot better with a couple of them playing. Then it was Bill Dugget's Honky Tonk, me on sax. Thing is, at first we weren't too sure if everything we played would be accepted or liked, but when the dance floor got jammed with people, we knew other wise. Then Big Iron by Marty Robins with one of the other guys doing the vocals....well, you get the idea. We played for three hours straight, without a break. As far as Aaron and I were concerned, we left the band. Well not physically, but we went to what we called There. It was like we were joined at the hip when playing.
Of course there came a point when we were done playing, with Hector telling the crowd we were done for the night with all of us going to his bus where we all guzzling water like mad and using some bar rags to wipe our heads off with. Hector was all excited, asking if we'd seen what was happening in the bar and we admitted because we weren't there, but he understood what we meant. Told how there were a lot of people really packing the room to listen to us and about this time, the owner comes out asking Hector you guys (meaning his band) were like dynamite, but with those two (meaning us), we were the lit fuses....and would we (meaning all of us) consider playing for a couple more hours? Hector asked us would we mind, but Aaron asked what were our cousins going to be paid for this? Both of us were shocked by what they had gotten paid for playing the original three hours and had been ready to hit the road again until we showed up, with everyone playing for another three....for free.
As to that.....when the owner made his offer, Hector was all for it especially when he knew we'd help out for the forth coming week (that Sunday to Saturday evening). But when he look over at us to make sure it was okay, we shook our heads no at which time he said the owner would have to talk it over with his managers. Surprised the snot out of the owner of course AND Hector when we told the owner the new terms. He screamed, hollered and did some mild cursing of course, but then we sweetened the deal at which point he was all smiles. Hector looked worried until we said we're there for you and that's when he told the girls that poor owner....he has NO idea what he's in for. The girls looked surprised and Hector said when it comes to making money, those two are the most Jewish of Jews, smiling as he said this because he and a couple of his guys remembered the “deals” we'd offer their D&D characters as NPC's (non player characters) that their characters would meet in a game. Got so bad, sometimes we'd lose thirty minutes as they would talk over whether or not to take the “deal”. Now the girls wanted to be at the bar when we practiced and we said no as we wanted it to be a surprise for them.
We were given another fifteen minutes for a break and we talked things over between all of us with the girls (thankfully) being quiet and not asking any questions though we both KNEW they were going to gang up on us when everything was over and done with for the night. Well, by the time we got back inside about half the people had left thinking the music was over. But then the owner called out to everyone when he saw us returning, saying we had graciously agreed to return to play more music for them. This was over the PA system he had in the bar and also on the front of the building. That stopped some of them in their tracks and started returning to their tables. The girls of course, got their seats on the stage. Well, Aaron kept telling Maria she had the beat wrong, she got mad and said hokay, YOU show me how it's done. I saw the glint in Aarons eyes and told Hector and the boys with the guitars that he would show them what he wanted them to do. Then Aaron got behind the drums and showed Maria what was needed. She was shocked and when she humbly sat behind her drums, this time she did it right. Everyone went back to their places on the stage which gave me time to get the harmonica I needed. When Aaron called out one, two, three, four, we started in Rock N Roll Will Never Die. After that, more consolidation between us, this time Maria LISTENED to what Aaron was doing on her drums. When he asked if she understood everything he had shown her, she said yes sir! That's when we jumped into Caroline which is a rock harmonica with a guitar and of course, drums. Then it was Rebel Rouser with Aaron on the steel guitar and me on sax with everyone also playing.
Everyone in the bar seemed quite happy to wait while we showed the Hector and his band what we wanted from time to time. We did Year of The Cat by Al Stewart best as we could with what we had and Hector doing vocals of course. With the lead singer who was pretty good, we did Mombo Italiano with Aaron on the bass fiddle, me on clarinet, Hector on guitar and Maria on drums. Then it was Orange Blossom Special with me playing two harmonicas. We asked if Hector would mind if we did something we'd heard on Youtube and he said go for it without hesitation. Aaron on guitar and me on the harmonica, we went for Rockabilly Boogie, followed by Back At The Chicken Shack. Then all of us played Canned Heat's On The Road Again with Aaron raising his voice a couple of octaves to sing it. Then Maneater by Hall & Oates with Hector and one of the guys doing this duet with the rest of us providing background vocals and me on sax when needed. And of course, we HAD TO play La Bamba with Hector doing vocals. Aaron had the cigar box guitar and showing Maria what he wanted from her on the drums, they played Runaway Train. Then it was Follow Me by Uncle Cracker with Aaron on the violin. This was just some of the stuff we played. Seems everyone was shocked when Aaron and I both played on his guitar at the same time. That one was called Jerry's breakdown originally done by Jerry Reed.
The place was packed and the audience groaned when the owner announced the bar was closing in ten minutes. This was when Hector asked if there was anything we wanted to play in that time limit. Looked at Aaron who nodded and said you go first and I replied, no, you go first. Of course, we ended up doing paper, scissors, rock with Aaron winning. Hector groaned and shook his head about us still doing this. Aaron picked up a regular guitar and did Malaguena, a classical Spanish piece. I was going to play something, but changed my mind, asking Hector if he would mind. He didn't and got what I needed from his bus. Then it was my turn. I told the audience this one's for those who have or now serving in the military, no matter what branch of service you're in. This is for those who served, but never came home. Like my grandfather and the fifty-eight thousand plus others who served in Vietnam and whose names are written on The Wall in Washington. Then played taps on Hectors military bugle. At first, some of the guys in the audience stood up and put their hands over their hearts, then EVERYONE did. That's when we and the band agreed that was it for the night as nothing could top that.
We started picking up and putting some of the instruments in their cases and boy, the girls were really on us. You know, WHY didn't you tell us you could play music? I said, we never thought about it and besides, would you two been impressed if we had said so when we first met? Their faces turned red. We (Aaron and I) got a real surprise from Hector when after talking with his band, he and Maria came over with the violin, regular guitar, saxophone and harmonica cases. All he said was mi casa es su casa....and DON'T insult us by saying no. I said, let me talk it over with my brother and pulling over to one side, we did. Then marched right up to Hector who suddenly realized we weren't stopping.....that is, until he had his back to the bus. That's when we put our hands together like kids do when praying before going to bed and I asked him when was the last time he had been to confession which startled the heck out of him and the band. That's when Aaron said yes, my son...have you strayed from the Holy Mother Church and ways of Christ? He just stared at us and then everyone started laughing at his expression and then, he too started laughing. We told we'd be honored to accept his gifts in exchange of our gift to him which was he was to find a church (meaning Catholic) AND going to confession.....or we'd call HIS Mom about this. He said okay and that was good enough for us and we kept those instruments with our thanks.
That's when the girls started into us again and that's when Hector said you two never told them? We just shrugged and said we didn't think it would matter and you know that's not really our thing. He said you're still going for your degrees so you can make D&D modules for that gaming company? You burros. Of course, the girls hadn't ever heard of Dungeons & Dragons, so Hector told them what the game was about. But what surprised us was when we had not only given him, but several of the other players nightmares after our games were over and they had gone to bed. They got so bad for him that his mom thought he was being possessed and took him to the church not only talk to Father Pedro, but he had to go to confession (which must have been something to hear considering his background) AND was going to get re-baptized until Father Pedro told his mom there was actually nothing to worry about. He said we were the sneakiest, back stabbingest, treacherous, malicious and deceiving DM's he had EVER played with....and was ever so glad for knowing us. Even though at times he still thought we were white because we were so etc., etc. etc. We smiled at that one because if you can't insult your friends, they're really not your friends.
Girls wanted to know what did playing this game have to do with us playing music like they did. He asks if they had heard of the Julliard school of music and of course they had....from reruns of that tv series Fame of course. We tried asking him not to bring that up again, but he says girls you're about to learn these two burros secret identities. Says both of them were not only offered one, but TWO chances for free scholarships there. First one in their last year of junior high school and again in their last year of high school. You DON'T get offered scholarships there...you have to apply AND do a LIVE audition! THEN you're offered a scholarship. They average six hundred applications a year and out of those, only SIXTEEN PERCENT are accepted! They didn't even have to audition, they're THAT good. Now short round and double ugly were also offered FULL scholarships at the Curtis Instrument of Music and the Manhattan School of Music, both which rank right up there with Julliard in their last year of high school. That's when Aaron and I TRIED explaining to the girls that we liked music and playing, but it really just wasn't our thing. That's when Hector said, these two dream of creating and selling D&D modules for a living, can you believe that?! If they EVER decided to form their own band, I'd disband my own in a heart beat to join them. And of course, become fantastically rich because of what not only they can do, but the music they can create.
That's when Maria said remember the concert they, you and the others put on high school graduation night? Aaron and I both groaned.....and finding out no good deed goes unpunished. Aaron groaned again, saying do you mind not bringing that up? Didn't work out as Annabelle tells Ginger thinks they've been deceived as they were nothing but poor little innocent country girls, taken in by two fast and predatory city slickers?! Aaron and I both choked on the bottles of water we were drinking. They wanted to know about this and we said it wasn't us, but all of us indicating Hector, a couple of his guys and some who aren't here now. That's when Hector and one of the guys said bull, then the other two saying sh*t like they were bullfrogs on lily pads. You know, a play on words from those old Budweiser commercials.
This is when Maria said she was REQUIERED(?!) to tell this story so these “poor, innocent country girls” wouldn't fall into the clutches of these “two big city slickers”. She said from their clothing (meaning the girls), they probably not only have money, (how do girls know these things?) but probably took off for Florida for spring break and knowing these guys, they couldn't go. This is when Aaron said that's not fair, as this is our only second date. Oh boy. Yeah, we got some stares with that statement. Maria tells the girls not everyone had the money to take off for one of the Six Flag amusement parks for high school graduation night. It was also an eight hour drive one way to get to it. So these two, along with my brother and some others thought it would be nice to have a band playing so everyone could celebrate after graduating from high school. They got the okay from their music teacher Mr. Herman and the schools principal, Mr. Chavez a couple of weeks before graduation. Posters went up around town and it was figured that at best, maybe a two dozen or so kids would show up, with others taking off for the quarry and the usual keg parties. One of the local construction companies donated some power generators and lights as it was figured the band would only play for an hour, maybe two.
The local garbage company offered a dumpster and some garbage cans as it was figured people would bring their own food and water. Close to half the town showed up and it was estimated that brought it to close to EIGHT THOUSAND people at the city's fairground! When you're in a small town like ours there's not a whole lot of places to do things unlike this and other towns we've been thru. As for these two, they had Hector go to Momma and have her bring ALL the hot trucks and roach coaches down and she made a fortune that night, even having to send all the trucks back to the shop to restock and bring 'em back to the fairgrounds THREE TIMES. My God, the money just rolled in that night. After the concert, Momma WANTED and tried to give these two some money for their idea, but they told her how could they take money from their cousins Mom? However, BEWARE of their eating habits. Momma offered them some food instead.... Double Ugly ate FIVE of Momma's burrito's and they weighed close to a pound each! Short Round there ate SIX of her taco's which were close to a quarter pound each. Momma later said she that while she loved those two like her own, she was grateful she didn't have to feed them on a daily basis.
Now when we had first gone out with Hector and the others, he started showing off his other instruments which really surprised us and of course, I asked they sure had a lot to play. He asked what we thought of what he had. He had THREE violins, with Aaron being asked what he thought of them. One was good for a beginner, the next was good for starting a fire, with him showing Hector where the problem was and telling him it wasn't worth playing or repairing, but DON'T sell it to some pawn shop either as it would be really frustrating to someone such as a beginner who did buy it. We were surprised when he said okay and simply smashed it against the side of the bus! Aaron kept the strings from it though. When Aaron repeated oh wow a couple of times, Hector asked him what was so special about that one? Was it a Stradivarius? Aaron said no, but this thing's worth around three thousand dollars! Seems Hector bought it at some pawn shop for one hundred. The reason for so many different instruments, was while they couldn't play some of them, he hoped to find musicians later on to join his band and make it not just bigger, but be able to offer a wider variety of music. This was when he started reminiscing about the old days and then it was asking us if we'd jam with them for old time sakes....and by the way, if we refused he'd call our moms telling them he didn't want them to know, but that they should because he saw us in a bar, drinking liquor, smelling of grass and in the company of 2 disreputable, but well known floozy's! Our jaws dropped, because like I said, he could make the Pope believe he'd be better off as a Rabbi than Pope and if he called our moms..... That's when he showed his hand like it was a pistol and after “shooting” us, says gotcha?!
Then things got a bit sticky when the girls asked Maria what Zorro meant which she didn't understand, who had them tell her the entire story. Maria called Hector over and had the girls repeat their story. That's when he said wait a minute, are you sure the word used wasn't zorra, at which time they said it was. He said dulce (sweet) miel (honey), that is a VERY bad word for ANY man to use, much less when there's six of them stalking you. The word stalking got the girls attention really quick, then they proceeded to tell everyone what happened, including what we had told them. He told them that us moving away from them, the girls getting into their car and those six being told you were calling 911 had to be truth because those two (meaning us) are NOT fighters, but they did luck out with that cop showing up right after you girls went back for them. Then he asked if we had taken The Wolfmobile to see his show and there was another awkward silence from all of us. Hector said aw no, don't tell me the engine or tranny blew. I and the others KNOW not only how much blood, sweat and tears you two put into it, but all those months of cutting lawns, etc., just to buy parts and supplies. When Poppa heard about what you were trying to do, he put the word out about you two and why you got jobs you wouldn't of normally gotten. He was also mad at first when he found out you passed some of those jobs to others until he found out why. We were stunned and asked him to thank his dad and of course, next time we were home we'd do it in person.
But when Hector to thinking or asking about something (99% of the time it was women of course), he's worse than a prison hound dog chasing an escaped convict. All we said was we made some comments to JT, Goons Inc. and their girlfriends. Not that it was nasty or dirty of course. He smiled, saying you two couldn't say the word sh*t if your mouths were full of it and your lives depended on it. Then it was so; what happened and when we told him, he looked mad, saying he didn't know JT and those guys were going to school here. One time he and two friends tried taking him when he grabbed Maria behind one time and got their b*tts kicked, but JT never tried that again. I said if it makes you and Maria feel any better, remember that line about what goes around, comes around? When he said yes, told him about what happened to him and his goons. Our guys laughed, saying they finally ticked off enough people to deal with him, no matter what kind of money and his power his daddy had. Things got awkward again when Hector said whoever his and their girlfriends must be, they must be the DUMBEST women in the universe. I said uh... Annabelle was JT's girlfriend and Ginger was one of the Goons girlfriends. He said he just HAD TO hear how this ever happened. We told him we don't know, but we think they realized how bad JT and Goons Inc. really were even if they were the big men on the football team. Annabelle and Ginger were quick to agree.
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Post by texican on Nov 16, 2018 22:20:49 GMT -6
WillC, Now that is a great chapter.... The boys are multi talented.... And.... The girls will be all over them.... What problems to have when young.... Texican....
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