Cow-Boy

By Alan VanMeter

A Scifi biotech adventure that is sure to make you ponder. There are things going on in Archuleta Mesa, that even the coldest hearts will shiver at the thought of such. Take a peek, if you are not afraid of the cold.

Note: It is best to read my novels The Fate of the Hustler and Russian Desires before reading this connected story. However this is not absolutely necessary.

Jeff Lewis was born with Klinefelter's syndrome as one in a thousand children are; with both male and female genitals. As an infant a single sex assigned to him by surgery. Unfortunately when he matured, his micro penis was of little desire for the young girls he was desperately attracted to. Realizing that his hormones were sure to drive him to insanity, Jeff took matters into his own hands; and he became a eunuch at age fifteen. Now that his mind was free of lusty desires, he fell in love with science. This drove him to become one of the top genetic engineers, and experts on infectious diseases in the world. A short stint at the nefarious anthrax tower in Fort Detrick, Maryland was followed up by the most insane assignment imaginable: In the Archuleta Mesa base, hidden deep in the rocks on the Jicarilla Apache reservation of Northern New Mexico. Strangely enough, here he found his human compassion again, with the unlikely help of a non-human android.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alan VanMeter
• Release date: Jan 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386017400

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For all those with a twisted, dark sense of humor.

Table of Contents: (Please note all chapters are bookmarked.)

Chapter 1:  6

Chapter 2:  37

Chapter 3:  92

Chapter 4:  117

Chapter 5:  147

Chapter 6:  188

Chapter 7:  215

Chapter 8:  248

Chapter 1:

April, 1972. Indianapolis, Indiana.

I blow as hard as I can, and all five candles go out. Everybody cheers me, and claps for my big strong breath. Momma tells me she is very proud of me for being such a big healthy boy. Then my little cousin Daylene sticks her hand right into my cake and grabs a big handful.

I start crying. Momma! Why does she have to do that? It’s my cake!

Relax Jeffrey, you were going to share a piece with Daylene anyway, remember?

She ruined it!

To top it off Uncle Joe and Aunt Katie don’t tell her that it was wrong, instead they take pictures of her eating the handful, laughing about it.

Oh, Jeffrey. She didn’t mean anything by it baby. Aunt Katie wipes my tears away and gives me a big kiss on my cheek.

Baby, I’ll take your plastic airplanes off the cake and wash them for you, okay. Momma makes it better.

Okay. That stops my tears.

Bell, grab the ice cream from the freezer while you’re in the kitchen, if you will honey. Aunt Katie tells her.

Uncle Joe chuckles, and looks at both Daylene and me. Oh boy! Ice cream and cake. We got goodies! He makes a big silly face.

Daylene giggles at her daddy, the way he always gets her to do. I also laugh, as he is so funny.

Opening my presents comes after the cake and ice cream, so I hurry eating all mine up.

Momma, can I open my presents now?

You have to wait until everyone is done eating Jeffrey.

I look at them all eating so slowly; come on, they have to hurry! It takes forever for them all to finish, but finally I get to open my presents.

Aunt Katie and Uncle Joe’s present is first. Momma hands me a big gift wrapped box.

I tear the wrapping off it fast, and my eyes are filled with wonder. It is a big airplane toy, with a real neat picture on the package.

Do you know what type of airplane that is Jeffrey? Uncle Joe smiles big at me.

I shake my head.

That’s a B fifty eight Hustler my boy. I used to fly in one of them.

Yeah?

He nods.

Here Jeffrey, there is a small present to go with it. Momma gives it to me.

Tearing it open, I find batteries.

They go with your new airplane baby. Aunt Katie says.

Batteries? What for?

Oh, well let’s put them in and find out. Uncle Joe comes over to help me.

It doesn’t take him long to get it all set up for me to play with.

See this switch here? he points.

Yeah.

Go ahead and turn it on.

I do and the airplane comes to life with jet noise, and all kinds of lights blinking on it.

Neat!

If you set on the hard floor, it’ll move too. He chuckles.

So I set it down and watch with huge eyes, loving it.

Uncle Joe, is this the type of airplane that my daddy flew too?

It sure is son. He is not smiling now.

So I pick it up and fly it around a bit in my hand, and then I make like it is crashing, just like my daddy did.

Momma starts crying real badly, and she runs off to their room.

What’s wrong with momma? I start crying again too, as it scares me.

I’ll go settle her down. Aunt Katie goes in after her.

Jeffrey, maybe you shouldn’t pretend to crash it, okay? Uncle Joe pats my back. Just keep it flying, or landed safely. He nods.

Daylene starts crying from the commotion, and Uncle Joe goes and picks her up in his arms, walking around with her.

After a bit momma and Aunt Katie come back out from the bedroom, and then I get to open momma’s present to me. It is just some papers, not a toy at all. I pout, this isn’t right.

Jeffrey, I know it isn’t a toy like you wanted, but this will be able to pay for your college someday baby. She hugs me.

What is it Bell? Aunt Katie asks.

I bought him a hundred shares of stock in IBM.

Oh, hey now brown cow! Uncle Joe gets excited for some weird reason, over a bunch of papers! That is a real good idea there Belinda, way to go woman.

They sure weren’t cheap, let me tell you.

Good thing you are on a professor’s salary now Bell. Aunt Katie also seems excited.

What is wrong with these people? I am a kid. I don’t want paper stock or whatever, I want toys to play with; what a gyp! As I still pout holding the papers for some pictures, Daylene gets my brand new airplane and she starts playing with it.

No! I yell. That’s mine Daylene, you put it down!

Let her play with it too baby. Be a big boy for mommy now. She hugs me and kisses me, but I know that my neat new airplane is in real trouble in her hands. Daylene is only three, she doesn’t know how to play with toys yet.

Aunt Katie saves the day as she takes my airplane from her, and gives it back to me. This causes Daylene to start bawling, making Uncle Joe pick her up again to settle her down. I wish Daylene didn’t live with us, even though momma and I live in Aunt Katie and Uncle Joe’s house. She always gets everyone’s attention, way more than me.

Just before Daylene’s fourth birthday, I wake up in the middle of the night. There are sad like sounds that momma, or Aunt Katie are making from inside their bedroom. I listen by the door hearing someone getting spanked, and they are moaning like it hurts real bad.

Momma! I try to open the door but it is locked. Momma! Are you okay? Then I bang on the door.

The spanking sound stops and I hear a commotion inside the room. In a few seconds my momma opens the door in her robe.

What’s wrong baby? She hugs me.

I see Aunt Katie sitting on the bed in her robe, and Uncle Joe must be in their bathroom because the light is on and the door closed.

I heard someone getting spanked momma? Are you hurt?

Spanked? Oh... yes Jeffrey. I was getting spanked.

Why momma? Did you do something bad?

Oh no baby. We are just play spanking, it’s fun for us. Okay?

What? Spanking for fun momma? Why?

It is something adults like to play. You don’t worry about it now. Let’s get you back to bed baby. She takes my hand and brings me back to my room, to tuck me in again.

Get some sleep Jeffrey. You are tired, I can tell. Just don’t worry about a thing now.

Why do you like to get spanked momma?

Like I said baby, it’s just a game adults like to play.

That’s stupid!

Yes, maybe it is, but it is none of your concern. Just go back to sleep now.

Adults are weird, they like to play strange games. She leaves me, turning off the light, and blowing me a kiss.

On Daylene’s birthday she gets a way bigger party than I did, and lots more presents too. I hate her. Everyone always babies her, and she acts just like a baby too. As she is eating her cake, I’m sitting next to her, and I pick a booger to put it on her piece of cake. It makes her start crying, and momma comes and grabs my ear right away.

Jeffrey, that was so mean, not just naughty. You go to bed right now mister! She leads me by my ear to my room, and she slams the door shut behind her, leaving me there to cry by myself.

From that day on Daylene calls me a ‘booger head’ often. I call her ‘snot face’ right back every time.

Just as summer starts and I graduate Kindergarten, one day I come home from school to find Daylene playing with my airplane toy.

That’s mine! Give it here. I demand.

She makes like the airplane is going down, and smashes it into the floor hard, breaking it. Your daddy just crashed and died booger head!

I scream and run to my room crying. Momma comes in from the kitchen to see what’s wrong, and she follows me to my room to hug me, and try to make me feel better.

I’m sorry Daylene broke your toy Jeffrey, but we’ll get you a new one. Don’t worry baby, okay.

She said my daddy just crashed and died momma. I am shivering with sobs.

Momma doesn’t say anything, instead she just starts bawling holding me tight.

I never did get another airplane toy like it again, and Daylene was never punished for what she did or said. The score was obvious to me then, we were just visitors; Aunt Katie, Uncle Joe, and Daylene really lived there. Not us, we were just company, not family. Their family was the three of them, mine is just momma. I wish daddy hadn’t died.

In first grade I found that all girls are rotten like Daylene. One day a nasty mouth girl cuts ahead of me in the pencil sharpening line, with a mean look on her face.

Hey, you can’t cut like that. I complain.

Too bad Jeffrey smeffrey, ugly boy!

I got so mad I just punched her in the gut as hard as I could. She fell down to the floor moaning loud. Boy did I get whipped by the principal for that. He explained to me that boys never ever hit girls. I sure know now that girls can do anything they want, and we boys just have to take it. I complain to momma about this, telling her how unfair it is.

Life is unfair baby. You need to understand this. Nothing will ever be fair.

For me you mean. To the girls it is fair momma, why?

They won’t always have it that easy son, trust me. There comes a time when things will turn around for you.

I don’t want to live then momma. I hate this life!

Oh god baby...don’t say that! Don’t ever say that baby!

But it’s true. I want to die momma. I hate it here.

Shhh, shhh, baby. Oh god...what do I do? She cries holding me close.

So I stop talking to other people, and just stay to myself, and in my room where I can lock the door to keep Daylene away from me. It wasn’t long after that I got into more trouble though. One day on the playground the big bully in class decides to pick a fight with me. I try to walk away, but he spins me around and punches me in my face hard. It makes me fall down, and he starts laughing at me. There is a hand sized rock right by me I see, so I grab it and chuck at his face real hard. Blood flies everywhere and he is on the ground. I grab the rock again as I jump on him, and smash it into his face again, and again. He is not moving, and his face is pure red blood. His friends run away screaming, and I feel a righteous sense of fairness, finally!

The police come and take me away in handcuffs. When they ask me why I did that, I tell them that if they got punched in the face, they would shoot the guy to kill him. I just used a rock to stop him from hitting me again. That sure shuts them up. Then my momma comes to get me, and she is crying as Uncle Joe drives us back home. Momma just goes to their room and shuts the door sobbing.

Uncle Joe sits me down for a talk. Jeff, you can’t go back to that school now because of what you did son. I don’t care if he deserved it or not. Now your mother has to drive you to another school far away, and that will make things a whole lot harder on her. So you see, you didn’t just hurt that other boy, you hurt your mom also, real badly Jeff.

I didn’t want to hurt momma Uncle Joe, I just wanted that bully to stop hitting me, and laughing at me.

Yeah, well you took it a little bit too far son.

Is he still alive?

Yes, but he will be in the hospital for a while.

Then I didn’t take it far enough. I wanted to kill him.

Uncle Joe’s eyes get real big, and he shakes his head. He doesn’t say anything else, he just gets up with a big sigh, and goes back to their bedroom.

I really don’t care anymore. If someone wants to hurt me, I will kill them! My anger at being alive on this stinking planet just grows as I have more interaction with other people. None of them care, but they expect me to for some reason. I don’t though, I am just like them all. Then at my new school there are no girls, just boys, and it is better as the boys there don’t try to hurt me,