Monster
Copyright© 2023 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 10
It will come as no surprise to most of the readers that this is not only fiction but bald faced lies. The author has been known to stretch the truth past breaking. He is fully aware that Monster Millions is his own creation and does not exist in reality. He is also cognizant of the fact that this an alternate reality. The names might be real ... the people are not. If your name is in here ... it’s not you ... any of you.
Before his mother could teach him to dance, Roger had to have stitches. 13 of ‘em. It was just a ‘scratch,’ his dad said.
He lied.
Roger had a truly awsome scar ... a Purple Heart worthy facial scar a combat veteran would be proud to call his own. It wasn’t Heidelburg dueling class but ... in its own right ... it was pretty damn cool. Had Roger had one of those haircuts popular with the military and mothers in the late 50’s or early 60’s, no power on earth could have hidden the ‘knitting.’ Fortunately, Roger was stuck in the late 60’s. It was battle royal when the hair stuck up in a ‘cowlick.’
“You need a haircut,” his mom said.
“I don’t.” Roger had said. “I want to see what my hirsute proclivities are.”
“I don’t like it,” she said.
The settlement of the argument has been Roger telling his mom, “When you pay the barber you can choose.”
Roger had a grand-uncle established Trust Fund. Even with the clubbed ponytail, he was presentable. The comb-over worked it’s charm.
Horror of horrors ... I didn’t dance.
In class, I mentioned that to Roger.
“Come over, since I’ll be dancing with you ... mom can teach us together,” Roger didn’t want to admit that mom gave him a woodie.
By Friday, we could medium jitterbug ... and bounce ... together. We could two-step and sort of clog. For the slow songs we could cling and shuffle. Mrs. Blankenship took me aside and asked what my intentions were.
“I intend to dance three times and take your son home. He’ll have breakfast in the morning. Daddy will drive him, or we can walk through the woods.” I left the fact that the woods meant he’d be home a little after dark unsaid.
“You’re serious,” she said.
I nodded.
“You need protection.”
“I’m on the pill, but, I’ve seen the movie.”
She slipped me five condoms.
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