Finders Keepers

By R. Richard

I was a poor boy, growing up in California’s San Gabriel Valley, back in 1955. A guy that I thought that I knew had found a high wage work assignment, maybe twelve miles to the East of the little hick town where we lived. Two workers were needed and I got a ride out to the job site with the guy, as a last second replacement for a no show. We got to the job site and I was assigned the clean up of a house site.
With money on the line, I got to work.
My ride guy got into a big argument, with the boss. My ride guy then got into his car and drove off, stranding me.
I worked eight hours, sustained only by a jar of lemon water. At the end of my day, I got $20 in pay and no ride home, after asking around. With no other option, I started to walk back home, along a deserted rural road.
As I walked, I spotted a car parked by the side of the road.
As I got closer, I saw that, in the car, the driver had blood on his head. A bit closer examination revealed the cause of the blood was a bullet wound to the head. Next to the driver were three large duffel bags.
I was a po’ boy. I had to take advantage of any economic opportunity that came my way. I took the three duffel bags and the wallet that the driver had no further use for. I carefully wiped off the car door handle, with my shirt tail. I then staggered down the road for a way, carrying the heavy duffel bags. I found a place where I could cross over train tracks, on one side of the road. I made it over the train tracks although it took all of my strength.
I rested for a bit and then hid one of the duffel bags in some underbrush. I then staggered home with the remaining two duffel bags. When I got home, I hid the two duffel bags in the rafters of our garage. I then staggered into the house.
My mother was livid! “Where have you been?”
I said, “Mom, I got a ride out to a job. My ride abandoned me, way out in the East. I had to walk home. However I made twenty dollars, for a hard day’s work.” I showed Mom my $20 earnings.
Mom sighed and said, “Well, okay, but you can just buy your own school shoes.”
I said, “Fair enough, the boss also told me about a local job, where I can make more money tomorrow.”
Mom then made me some supper and all was again right with the world.
I got a night’s sleep and awoke, in the morning with many a sore muscle, due to my long hike with the heavy duffel bags.
The next day, I used some of the dead driver’s wallet money, to buy some items that I could quick sell, for a small profit. I then went home, got supper and departed for, ‘a night job.’ I went and retrieved the remaining duffel bag, that was still hidden in the underbrush. I then staggered home with the remaining duffel bag. When I got home, I again hid the duffel bag in the rafters of our garage. I then staggered into the house and showed Mom yet another $20 earnings.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. Richard
• Release date: Oct 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005133658

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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