Choices: Right or Wrong Good or Bad

By Michael J. Watts

The court room door opened and his mother came over tearfully to
his cell door and whispered, They found him guilty. Good lord,
Mike said. How could they? It was incredible. Don was returned
and the court recessed. Their parents went to get them something to
eat and upon returning asked to be locked in with their boys. The
boys were really in a sweat now. They realized they could receive
up to a twenty year sentence for what they were found guilty of.
But no one could understand how they were found guilty. There just
wasnt any evidence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493190454

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Copyright © 2014 by Michael J. Watts.

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Prologue

T he exciting, romantic story of the common problems of an average mixed up youngster facing present day American life.

. . . Didn’t you hear me Mike? Shirley spoke into the phone. I said we’re through! . . . Yes, through his spinning, reeling, mind he had heard her, although at that moment the black skies above the outdoor phone booth, like his heart, had busted open and the rain fell like a dark ominous curtain…

Chapter 1

M ike heard the steel door slam shut behind him. His eyes automatically blinked as it slammed. About seven feet in front of him stood a small window. The window was barred. Mike was in a cell in state prison. He sat alone, depressed, on the hard bunk in his dark cell. He was trying to figure out where it would end, where it will go from here. He was also thinking of Shirley. Of course, he was always thinking of Shirley but it was maybe too late for that. Maybe too late for anything that was connected with her. Somehow it seemed to alleviate his time when he meditated on their past together. Actually, she had taken only a small amount of his life. Anyhow, he would never forget the power she had held over him.

Does anyone really comprehend the power of a woman? Perhaps not, for they can be powerful. Shirley held in her hands, the power to make a complete, strong, capable man out of a mixed up, lost boy at the start of his twenties. Shirley had it and knew it.

Let’s start at the beginning of his private life. Mike is a sensitive, moody youngster who always liked music, and beautiful things. He was born to the most wonderful parents a boy could want. Although poor, he didn’t want for much. He was just the opposite of his older sister and younger brother. While they never were in any serious trouble, Mike went throughout his young life in and out of trouble. He was a born leader although he chose to lead in the wrong direction. Throughout school he was not only mischievous but at times rowdy. However, some of the teachers and even the Principle liked him. Mike was one who was easily and well liked.

But people could take just so much. In 1948 at the age of sixteen, he was asked politely to quit school. The Principle did not want to expel him so he forced him to quit.

Mike was fired from his first job at a steel mill for laziness. Mike was extremely lazy. From there he reluctantly joined the Coast Guard.

For as long as he could remember there were girls in his life, and now in the service he acquired a string of them, from boot camp until he was booted out there were girls.

He entered boot camp in December 1949. After boot camp he was stationed at Cape Cod, Mass. Mike was there for the five summer months and he loved the Cape. In those short months he had gone with a policeman’s daughter, a hot natured pretty young thing that he almost couldn’t handle, a hot blooded Hispanic girl he almost couldn’t satisfy plus a host of others that didn’t amount to much.

In October 1950, Mike was transferred to Portland, Maine. A lively little city that he grew to love more than any other place he’d been.

His first night on Liberty in Portland he met and starting going with a beautiful girl named Francine. Fran was a nymphomaniac, the kind of girl who couldn’t get enough. They lived together in her neat little apartment.

A month before Christmas, Mike’s ship went out to patrol for thirty days. They were to arrive back in Port on Christmas Eve. However, when they tied up at the State Pier it was 5:30 a.m. Christmas morning.

At 6:30 Mike was climbing the stairs leading to their second floor apartment. His pea coat was drawn tight around his body to protect him from the biting cold. He hadn’t been able to purchase anything really nice for Fran’s Christmas present so he had bought two cartons of cigarettes for her.

Mike unlocked the door and entered the kitchen. He intended to surprise her, he was going to undress and slip into the warm bed beside her. Laying the packages on the kitchen table he walked into the bedroom. He was greeted with two surprises. First, she was awake and staring at him with frightened eyes and second there was a man under the covers beside her. Mike saw red, before he realized if his pea coat was off and on the floor and he started towards the bed. He had the best of intentions. He would seize the interloper and calmly throw him down the stairs, but he was checked in mid stride as Fran cried out, No Mike we’re married. Well, that was something else again.

The guys name was Tippy and although he knew the feeling between