Chapter 6

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. However, should you be guilty of the some of the same transgressions ... Life is pretty much the same everywhere. You are not unique.

After the initial shock wore off the nurse asked, “What you know about sex?”

As far as appearances go ... she thought I was a new teacher. One was expect but was delayed.

She was blunt ... but ... remember, I look like I have just gotten out of bed, having frolicked all night with at least two but possibly more partners ... and wore them out.

I was blunt in return.

“Absolutely no experience at all.”

She looked, relieved ... but skeptical.

“Untouched ... at the end of 8th grade I was not quite five feet tall and 290.”

“Untouched?” She looked at my hands.

“Two hundred and ninety pounds. I had enough trouble wiping.”

“So...”

I know what is supposed to go where and how ... but ... I never.

Then I said, “But I’m raring to go find out.”

“You are...?”

“Violet Podstuka.”

She fumbled through a file cabinet. I wasn’t in it. She paged the main office.

“Yes?”

“Nurse. I need the records for Violet Podstuka.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You’re not in my records.”

“I was released from the hospital two weeks ago. I’ve been busy.”

“Busy?”

“Nothing to wear ... all my clothes were for a different me. Mom took me shopping...”

A finger held up stopped me, “You’re Professor Podstuka’s daughter?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t had your physical yet?”

“Umh ... no.”

“Go home.”

“I can’t, mom’s at work ... I can’t call my dad.”

“Can’t call your dad?”

“Secure line.” I blushed, “I’ve never been told the number. I only have this.”

I fished out a rather dirty piece of notebook paper. “Daddy gave me this years ago.”

She picked up her office phone and dialed On speaker.

Enter your 10 digit alpha/numeric code

She did nothing.

Wait. Someone will be with you shortly

We waited until the Military Police broke down her door. No knock ... just a battering ram. Scared me half to death.

“On the floor ... now!”

Cuffed ... and secure, a bird colonel asked, “Where did you get this number?”

The nurse nodded in my direction. He turned.

“Daddy gave it to me.”

“Daddy?”

“Mr. Podstuka.”

He spoke to his sleeve. He cupped his right ear ... He must have talked to someone. There was a wait. More talking to his sleeve. Cupped his ear again.

“Which one of you is Violet Podstuka?”

“Me.”

“No ... Miss Podstuka is short and ‘plush.’”

Oh Hell, daddy.