Chapter 5

Monster Millions.

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.

School is a requirement in our state. “The ability to read, write and cypher is key to sucess. A youth must attend a school for a proper education. Because the young are needed on the farm from planting until harvest classes will be not held from the week after the Almanac prediction of last frost until the day after harvest.”

That was the way the law used to read. Now it’s “180 days, regardless.”

I was sent home in a hospital gown and robe. Mom had taken a good look at my closet.

“Oh, dear.”

Daddy had picked the wrong time to wander down the upstairs hall and said, “Yes?”

She turned and said, “Ah ... Just the wallet I need.”

Mom is a tenured Professor teaching physics at the reasonably local University. She met Daddy working, ‘somewhere.’ Daddy sits behind an impressive desk, doing ‘something’ in Defence. They both can’t say. Really. Maybe when we’re all dead and gone, some historian will ‘tell all.’

She relieved him of at least a months salary.

“Come, Violet.”

I was reluctant until she waved several green high value bills of legal tender under my nose.

“Shopping?” I said.

“You have nothing to wear.” This was true. I was wearing one of Art’s Carhart onsies. Art is almost six foot, I am five six. Roll up the sleeves and cuff the legs. It was only a little large ... except in the chest ... tight.

We did not go to Wal Mart ... nor Tractor Supply. We didn’t shop here ... we went to the Metropolis almost 100 miles away. Mom and Dad bought work clothes there ... I had never been.

Belk, Knapps and Vicky’s Secret. Wore me out, she did. Not that she had to work at it. I slept between stores.

After Vic’s we visited a pharmacy. He read the Rx, called the number and presented me with my very own ‘pill case.’

“No sex for two months,” said the pharmacist.

That phrase said in a wistful tone let me know just how much I had changed. I mean ... I knew ... but I didn’t know everyone else knew.

We stayed the night at the Regency. They knew mom. A suite. Ooo.

Our county has elementry schools scattered all over the school district. The high school is consolidated ... most of the graduated 8th graders are bussed here.

I was introduced to The table. In every high school with a cafeteria with lunch tables ... there designated areas. The areas are selected by the Elite ... the movers and shakers of the school. Even though it’s not admitted by the males ... the girls run everything. We have the pussy and tits ... you do it our way or no pussy or tits. This table was the ‘little’ elite ... the newly come. They’ve had a week to decide who is who. As they move up ... freshmen become sophomores become juniors become seniors. They take over the places vacated by graduation.