Let The Boogie Woogie Roll!

By R. Richard

“Who's first?” she yells back up to us.
“I got it!” I yell. Normally, nobody wants to go first. What if you mess up in front of everybody? I ski perfect, linked, parallel turns down to Ducky and stop with a little flourish, like I have seen the instructors do! Ducky is blown away.
“JW, what happened since yesterday?”
(My real name is James Walker Jones, but I usually use JW, since I don't like Jimmy. Ducky is cool about names.)
I say, “It all came together last night. I just did what you have been telling us to do. It was easy, when I did it right.”
Ducky gets the rest of the kids down. Man, are they ever clumsy!
I quickly convince Ducky that I'm for real. I try to promote a little free skiing. It’s a tough sales job, but Ducky finally transfers me to Rik and the advanced 12-year-olds.
I blow away the 12 year olds and Rik lets me free ski. I mean, Rik doesn't really care. You will never catch Ducky letting an eight year old run wild. Then again, Rik is totally socially irresponsible. Oh well, it works for me!
I work past several groups that are getting lessons and I get recognized by the instructors. ‘The Word’ passes from place to place and the lift operators start to recognize me! “Go, Mighty Mite!” they call.
“Call me JW!” I shout back. I work up the mountain. I must establish myself way up the mountain, for my plan to work. A couple of times instructors ski with me, to make sure I belong so far up the mountain. I put a stop to this little game by asking politely, “Are you looking for some lessons?” The instructor ego is a tender thing, easily bruised. They don't need lessons from an eight-year-old kid. (Even if the eight-year-old kid is skiing better than them! Oh yeah! This is livin’!)
I have my lunch ticket and I avoid mom and dad at lunch. I call the Ski School from a courtesy phone and leave a message for Ducky. I say that I got too far over on the mountain and so I will get lunch at The Hut. The parents won’t be pleased. Ducky won’t be pleased. However, I need food, rest and no questions asked of me. Actually, I intend to ask some questions of Fev, myself. I get a table back in a corner and it's just Fev and me.
Fev and I discuss the morning. I have made more progress than even Fev thought. We gonna run Boogie Woogie Gulch this afternoon. Move over P.J., JW movin' in! I already got my nickname figured out. Just JW; no periods, no spaces.
Late in the afternoon, I get to the top of lift 37. The lift attendants have heard of me. They greet me as I unload from the lift. I ski to the left, toward the out of bounds. I pause and motion for the guy in the lift hut to open the window. He opens it. I yell to him, “Let the boogie woogie roll!” The guy looks panicky and yells, “NO, KID, NO!” I ignore him and ski through the rocks on the way over to BWG. It’s not even easy to get to BWG, much less ski it, but Fev gets us through.
We don’t stop but let my momentum (Fev has no mass and thus no momentum) carry me down BWG. You can’t really ski BWG. There are just little patches of snow among big nasty rocks. You have to quickly jump from little patch to little patch, very quickly back and forth. That's why they call it Boogie Woogie Gulch, dummy! Fev is in complete control. I watch as we fly down BWG at totally excellent speed. I’m on one ski and then jump to the other. There's not time enough to actually really jump from one snow patch to another. I ski a little on one ski, then step/jump to the next patch on the other ski. The timing here is a bit critical. (Don’t try this on your own, kids!) Just at the end we get on both skis and launch just at the lip of the chute. We go up just a little and get completely vertical. There’s no wind up the gulch, at this time of day, so Fev doesn’t have to work too hard to keep my body upright and ready.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Oct 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463062166

R. Richard

I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film.I have 48 novels and over 299 short stories currently published.I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to identify me in that place. I'm a skilled Kung Fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's Kung Fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practitioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today.My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics.I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are:Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas)1. Second Chance: God Killer2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker4. Second Chance: King of The Islands5. Second Chance: King of Zaya6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon7. Second Chance: King of Golomon8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh10. Second Chance: King of Ariby11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania12. Second Chance: King of Avuls13. Second Chance: King of Kemet14. Second Chance: King of Zorran15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds16. Second Chance: King of Averon17. Second Chance: King's Duties18. Second Chance: King of The New WorldAdventurer: Simulation ProblemAdventurer: Pannar ProblemA Programmer's GambitAmateur StripperBeach MurdersBondage HouseCorporate Sex SlavesFriday NightGo Naked In The SoftwareGrasshopper WinterInvoluntary NudeLayoffNot A HeroPirates of The KeysSummer of SexThe LakeThe Last Moon DanceThe Nude Adventures of Plain JaneThe Secret Life of Wanda WilsonTails of the Pussycat LoungeTo Keep A JobTopless RestaurantToy WhoresVix: The MarineWayward BoyShort Stories:A Christmas Visit

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Let The Boogie Woogie Roll!

By R. Richard © 2019

The problem with being just eight years old is that you mostly don't get to do what you want and you always wind up having to do what you don’t want to do.

What I want to do is ski on the Competition Team. Yeah! Me and Buzz Saw and The Ladies' Home Companion. … Yeah!

What I get to do instead is go for the milk and breakfast flakes that my mom forgot to buy. Okay, I know what you’re thinking: What’s the big deal? Down to the corner store and back, no big deal. However, this aint L.A.; this is Midland Mountain. It aint 50 degrees on a cool night; it’s -10 degrees on a cold night here in the mountains.

Actually it’s more like 20 degrees outside and very foggy, but tropical it’s not. I go down Sierra to the market and get the flakes and milk. I start back up Sierra to the condo. I see an old geezer slippin’ and slidin’ down Sierra. It’s icy and when you weigh well under 100 lbs, you try to avoid collisions with big people. Unfortunately, big people is almost everybody else. I find a nice, non-skid ice patch courtesy of the Ace Tire Co. I leap onto the still sharp edges of the tread pattern and look up to see the old geezer get run down by a pickup truck. The pickup slides out of the