Just Wait For Me

By R. Richard

(If you’re going to understand what I then did, you have to realize who I was. When I graduated from college, I was just poor little Jenny, a five foot one inch tall wallflower, who looked like a maybe 12 year old girl. I then did what had to be the dumbest thing that you ever heard of. I had some money saved, so I signed up for a one week course at the Luxury Lady Spa. The ladies there put me though a crash course in walking, standing, make up, projection and voice. Enter poor little Jenny, exit little bitty pretty one.)
I exit the Luxury Lady Spa and enter a class at the Lozenge Corporation. The class is about operating something called an advanced signal processing unit. The text for the class was obviously written by some one from the Institute For The Mentally Lame. The instructor for the class was a graduate of some school in eastern Europe, where they didn’t require a knowledge of spoken English. By the end of the class, Jenny was the only one who could actually operate the signal processing unit. I did a demo for management and I was then assigned to work for one Jim Balt.
Chapter 2: Bad Jim
I was born in the area of the big city that they call the school for gladiators. If you wanted to survive, you needed to be big and strong. I was always a couple of inches shorter than the other guys. So I worked out hard, every day. As a result, I got to be inhumanly strong, for a guy my size.
When I was in first grade, some punk pushed me, for no reason. I hit the punk in the face and broke his nose. I got marched into the Principal’s office and she got in my face. I told her, “The other guy attacked me. I just defended myself.” I got told that there were other ways to deal with attacks. (possibly, but I never found the other ways.)
If the punks in first grade couldn’t mistreat me, why the punks in maybe second or third grade could get it done.
(There are points in the human body where a properly directed blow can cause death. Since I could read, I learned where the key points were. I used them, in self defense. I didn’t always kill my attacker, as I lacked the necessary strength. I did get the message across. The other boys began to talk of ‘Bad Jim.’)
Since I lacked the ability to ‘get along’ with the other boys, I mostly played by myself. Only I didn’t play. I worked the chinning bars. I worked the triceps push up bars. I worked the jungle gym. I even worked the elevated brachiation ladder. (They will tell you that humans can’t brachiate, they aren’t strong enough. They lie.)
By the time that I got out of sixth grade, I was sent to juvenile prison. My first day in juvie, I was attacked by one of the smaller punks. I hit punky boy with a straight blast left hand, to the solar plexus. Punky boy pretended to be dead. By the time that they released me from juvie at 18 years old, punky boy was still pretending to be dead.
I was then placed in solitary confinement. It was heaven. I had my own room, my own computer and private access to the workout equipment. I began to take classes at my rate, not the school rate. In three and a half years, I had graduated from high school. In two and a half more years I had a college degree. (The juvie people needed a hero and I still can’t understand German, but that’s not what my school records say.)
I then got a job with the Lozenge Corporation. I was allowed to study just mathematics and computer programming. I supposedly have a PhD in mathematics. “Las’ week I cudn’t spell ejjicated,, now I are!”
I didn’t really fit in, at the Lozenge Corporation. I could do things and even explain how I did things. However, how I did things was not exactly the way that the book said to do things. My way worked, the book way often didn’t work. Work or not the book way was the Lozenge Corporation way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Feb 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370282333

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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Just Wait For Me

By R. Richard © 2020

Chapter 1: Poor Little Jenny

I was born the youngest and smallest of three sisters. When my older sisters wanted to run and play, I would call ‘just wait for me,’ but they mostly didn’t wait for me. Later, Alice was quite the looker. The boys would hang around Alice, but I was just a little kid and they wouldn’t wait for me. I would get to be a looker, just wait and see. I waited, but they didn’t see. Brenda was a singer and she would sing with the high school choir and get to go to music shows. I wasn’t all that much as a singer and they wouldn’t wait for me.

Mom did watch out for me, at least a little bit. When Alice and Brenda went to a hop, Mom would make them take little Jenny along. I got to go to the hop, but the boys wanted to dance with Alice or Brenda, not with little sister.

Since I couldn’t hang with Alice and the boys or Brenda and the singers, I stayed home and worked on school work. It was a life, I guess, but I thought of death more than once.

I may not have looked like all that much, but I could read and see things in the text that others usually didn’t see.

Alice stacked up the boys. Brenda stacked up the songs. Jenny stacked up the grades.

When Alice graduated from high school, the family didn’t have enough money for college. Alice married the Captain