Halloween Ending

by Jack Spratt

Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Interracial, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Story: Grant's life changed drastically when he lost his parents. He, unfortunately, lived the majority of his life without the benefit of female company. He was shy, but a chance job in Karate, gave him confidence. One of his students, Jasmyn, made his life worth living. This is their love story!

Special thanks to JIM7 2016 for his expertise in editing and proofing.

My life hasn’t been what I’d envisioned for myself as a young teenager. I was fortunate to have loving parents who provided me the with the best they could. But in an instant, an intoxicated asshole took them both away from me, the result of a horrendous car crash. Shit, I was still in high school! It was rough. My only living relative, an elderly aunt, lived five states east from me, in a small city in Montana.

After the funerals, I had no choice but to go live with my aunt in the city of Abbotsville. She was a nice person, but we had nothing in common. She was seventy-six, a spinster, and a ‘reborn Christian.’ Her life revolved around religion and her church. With me at eighteen, and having no interest in religion, there was a ‘great divide.’

My parents had small insurances policies. Their wills provided my aunt with a monthly payment that took care of any extra expenses. My portion of the insurance money allowed me to complete high school, but it wasn’t enough to provide tuition for college or university.

Abbotsville was new to me. I had no friends, but it wasn’t much different from Trouville. I hadn’t been the center of attention there, either.

My name’s Grant W. Dow, nineteen years old and unattached. As I mentioned, being unattached had nothing to do with the move to Abbotsville. I’m not a chick magnet, just the opposite. My aunt’s house was close to a very large community park, and was three blocks from a large high school that offered courses very similar to those I had been taking in Trouville. I fit into the class without notice or ceremony, a few of my classmate introduced themselves, so I did have a few options for company at lunch. Unfortunately, none were female.

I was fortunate to find part-time employment at a Martial Arts Training Center teaching Karate. They wanted a jack of all trades. Fortunately, I was a quick learner, and performed my jobs well. When my tasks were completed; the Sensei, Gord Evans, encouraged me to train with the other paying students, which I did. It gave me the exercise I needed, and kept my mind off my shitty life. Over time, the job gave me the confidence I lacked. I began to feel good about myself. After a month of training, Gord took me aside and gave me a compliment.

“Grant, you may not realize it, but you have a natural talent for Karate. Most of the students have to practice continually to become proficient; but you, after a couple of demonstrations of a move, are able to complete it with confidence. You are very fortunate. Hell, if this keeps up, you will soon be able to instruct.”

I knew I could perform the moves without difficulty, but to be recognized by Gord? Wow! That was a feat in itself. I continued to progress, and advanced much quicker than the students who had started with me.

Part of the training was to make your body do what your mind never thought it could accomplish. The stress and strain of the workouts became easier. One of the best things that happened was my self-assurance at school. Instead of being a follower when things happened, I found myself with others in the front. It wasn’t a challenge, but instead of being the last to enter a class room, following like a sheep; I was the first, or second. That doesn’t sound like much to most people, but having been a follower my whole life, it was a helluva change!

What didn’t improve, was my interaction with the better sex. Girls/women seemed to avoid me. There were a number of very interesting girls in my class, but I had yet to make an impression on any of them. At least, I now had a group of male friends that actually made a point of talking to me. My school friends found it interesting that I was actually training in Karate. Every day I was answering questions. That actually made me feel good. I was doing something that was of interest to others.

Several months passed, and just like Gord had indicated, I was now teaching novices the basics. I was no longer the ‘Jack of all Trades.’ There is a new guy doing the Joe-Jobs. When time allowed, Gord took the time to show and practice with me. We went over some moves in Karate that weren’t in the curriculum. Many were self defense types of moves, but some were more aggressive if the self-defense fell on deaf ears. It was surprising what a few quick practiced moves could do to an opponent.

Gord had another surprise for me: a new Gi. The one I’d been using was a hand-me-down from one of the other trainers, who’d been very close to my size. The new one fit perfectly, and I looked great in it.

School was great, but I still need funds for college. The money I was earning for teaching Karate was good, but it would never be enough for four years of college. If I actually got accepted for a college education, there was a good possibility I would have to quit Karate due to the time needed to study. It would seem that I was between a rock and a hard place; but, not to worry, as I didn’t have the money anyway.

To tease myself, I did obtain catalogs for all the colleges in the area. One was five blocks from my aunt’s home had my dream course. It was technical course that would provide me with stepping stones to a number of high tech careers. It was a dream.

My aspirations stayed with me, always in the back of my mind. I’m now full time with Gord. It is going well, not the same thing for my sex life. Nada, zilch, nothing; but I can still dream.

I never mentioned that I buy lotto tickets. They are mimicking my sex life. If all things happened as I planned, I would have won the lottery, gone to college, married the home coming queen ... Yeah, sure. Not happening.

However, things can change, and sometimes they change for the better. Last week, I spent my usual two dollars on a lotto ticket, and the first prize is a million. It would be nice. What I did was to check my losing numbers, before giving the government another two dollars. This week, I didn’t get my usual flash: ‘This ticket is not a winner, try again.’ There was a flash of three colors. The first thing I thought was that the stupid scanner was broken. So I waited in line until the clerk was free.

“Would you mind scanning this ticket for me, the counter scanner didn’t work.”

The clerk, looked at me like I was a pain in the ass, but did scan my ticket. Whatever he was now reading on the screen had changed his demeanor, as he was actually smiling.

“The counter scanner is actually working. The flashing colors means you have won a prize.”

Great I thought, a free ticket!


He handed me my ticket, a confirmation slip, and a pen. He also gave me what looked like a business card.

“Sign your ticket, right now. Then go to the address on the card to claim your prize. They’re only open till five-thirty, so you have just two hours to get there.”

The confirmation slip’s info floors me! I’ve won one hundred and twelve thousand, two hundred and twenty one dollars, and fourteen cents! I’m in shock, then in the background, a voice was calling me.

“Hey, buddy, you’d better get your ass in gear! As I said, the office closes in two hours, unless you want to wait ‘till tomorrow.”

Waiting until tomorrow was not an option, in my mind. I was moving. It took twenty minutes to walk to the state’s Lottery office. After proving who I was (which is crazy! I don’t have to prove who I am to buy the ticket, why do I have to prove who I am when I win?), I finally left with check in hand. An hour later, the funds were in my bank account, safe and sound. Hell, I must have been running on adrenaline! When my mind finally caught up to my actions, I realized I had funds in my account that would be more than enough to provide for the cost of my education. That’s a big plus in my life. That evening, my mind took me through all kinds of scenarios. Why, I had no idea. Waking in the morning, my bed looked like it had been through a war.

Two things are givens: I can afford school, and I can continue at the Martial Arts Training Center, which is now my substitute family. I spent a lot of time training novices and in my spare time enhancing my ability with all intricate moves of advanced Karate. My Sensei, Gord, actually enjoyed demonstrating his skills. Because I’m a devoted student, I picked up each new move quickly. My skills improved with every new move.

“Grant, I can’t believe how easy it is for you to master all the moves I have introduced to you. Hell, the rest of my staff are not close to your abilities. Would you be interested in teaching an advanced course?”

“You’re kidding? You think I’m qualified to teach Advanced Karate?”

“On paper; no, not yet. We have to get you into a competitive tournament, so you can be graded. That’s something I can’t do on my own. There are a few coming up, where you can get graded. I know you are ready.”

“What about the advanced course?”

“I was thinking of starting a new one, just for women. There are at least sixteen females that are showing a lot of promise. I can let it be known that I’m considering the course, and see if there’s any interest.”

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