A Teenage Fantasy

I began writing this in 2017 and into 2018 then finished it. I cut off the end and won’t share it publicly because of the sinful situations it contains. However, I feel the rest of the story teaches a very good lesson so that I why I want to share it with the world. It takes place in 2001 and the narrator is loosely based on me, though this never happened to me. That is why it is called “A Teenage Fantasy!”

So, here it is, without further ado:

…Late Spring 2001…

*HOW WE MET*

It’s springtime and school is going to be letting out in just a few weeks.

It’s a bright Saturday afternoon in May and I’m forced to be having a picnic with my family.

What teenager in his right mind wants to do such a thing?

So I hurriedly eat my piece of fried chicken, then go explore the park.

I look around curiously, happy to have to time by myself; something I hardly get.

I walk up and down the sidewalks and ponder life to myself.

Suddenly, I see her. She is sitting on a bench and sobbing.

Despite tears flowing almost profusely from her eyes, I think she is very beautiful.

I have the urge to comfort her, but I don’t know what to say.

However, I know I’ll regret it if I just pass her by.

She’s pleasantly plump and my kind of pretty. I very attracted to her and, naturally, want to make her feel better.

Maybe I could be a friend to her, hopefully though, something more.

My, God, I’m starting to have feelings for her.

Speaking of God, ‘God please give me the courage to talk to her and the wisdom to say the right thing.’

I walk up to her bench and then say, “Hi.”

She looks up and then waves at me.

Awkwardly I stand there.

Finally, I ask her, “May I sit with you?”

She wipes her eyes and then says, “I guess if you want.”

“I think you’re very pretty,” I tell her.

She looks at me and humbly smiles, then says, “Thanks, but you obviously don’t see how fat I am.”

There’s a brief silence but then I continue, “I mean what I said; I think you’re very pretty.”

She smiles even more and says, “You’re so sweet to tell me that.”

“What do you think about me?”

“I think you’re cute, but you seem kind of young.”

“I’m about to be fifteen.”

“I knew you were young, I’m about to be seventeen.”

“I would still like to get to know you if you indeed give me a chance.” I pause then continue, “What are you upset about anyway?”

“My boyfriend dumped me because I started gaining weight.”

“Well, it’s his loss, not yours. I might have just met you, but I know for sure what he did was cruel and not to mention so foolish. You don’t know how I’d be overjoyed to be with someone like you.”

“It’s his fault I started gaining weight too. Since I’m about to turn seventeen, which would make it legal for him to sleep with me in this state, my mom put me on birth control. It was all so he wouldn’t get me pregnant, then I started gaining weight because of the shots and he dumped me.”

“If you give just me a chance, I wouldn’t ever dump you. I’d also be willing to wait however long for you.”

“You’re so sweet. In just a little while, all the girls are going to be after you.”

“But what if I want you instead?”

“Why me?”

“Because I think you’re pretty and, I know it’s quick, but I already have feelings for you. Please don’t hurt me and turn me down.” I pause, then continue, “Give me a chance and I will do my best to treat you like a princess.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a chance, now you give me a hug!”

“Gladly!”

We embrace and she pulls my body close to hers.

I hold her and gently rub her back and sides.

She smiles at me, but her eyes are still wet.

“There’s something I would like to do, but I need your permission first.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to kiss those tears off your face.”

“You may!”

I begin to gently kiss her eyes and cheeks.

She runs her fingers through my curly hair.

“I’m glad you’re giving me a chance,” I tell her.

“Is there a way we can keep in touch?” She asks me.

“I can give you my parents’ house number, my AIM screen name, and my ICQ number.”

“Cool beans, I’ll give you mine as well, plus my cell number, but only call it after nine at night,” She says, then takes a Palm Pilot out of her purse and enters my information. Afterward, she writes her information on my arm.”

I then lay on the bench with my head in her lap, staring up at her beautiful face.

We stay there for a while completely lost in time and space.

Finally, I hear my dad shouting my name.

In distress, I tell her, “I have to go now, but I’ll call you or instant message you as soon as I can.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Could I kiss you goodbye?” I humbly ask her.

“Of course. In fact, you better kiss me!”

Our lips meet, then passionately lock.

We kiss again and again until I hear my dad shout my name once more, then I know I have to leave.

“I’ll contact you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be waiting,” she says with a smile and dry eyes.
…A FEW WEEKS PASS, THEN…
*A DREARY SUMMER AFTERNOON*

On a dreary summer afternoon, I find myself home alone. My parents and siblings went run errands and won’t be home for a few hours. So, with that, I get on the phone and call my girlfriend. Yes, she is seventeen and I am only fifteen, but I love her to the moon and back. I think she loves me too or at least that is what I hope. No one in my family knows about this relationship and I plan to keep it that way for as long as possible.

The phone rings only once and then I hear her beautiful voice.

“Hey, you!” She answers with excitement.

“I’m home alone if you want to come over, baby.”

“I would love to come and see you! Let me just get my things and I’ll be right over.”

“I can’t wait for you to hold me again!”

“And I can’t wait to see your cute face again!” She thinks I am cute. I feel like I am on cloud nine when she tells me that.

“It looks like it might rain, so please be careful driving here.”

“You know I will. Now let me hang up so I can come over.”

“All right, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We hang up and I anxiously await her arrival while standing on my parents’ driveway. I pace up and down like a madman until I finally see her hand me down Jetta Wagon approaching my parents’ house.

I begin to smile from ear to ear as she pulls up.

She parks her car then steps out dressed in a white blouse and a pink skirt. Seeing her dressed like this makes me attracted to her with a hot passion.

We lovingly embrace then kiss with ecstasy. She runs her fingers through my curly hair and I gently caress her porcelain face.

After greeting each other with much affection, she asks, “What would you like to do?”

“We could go walk in the back fields and find a place to lay down look up at the sky and talk.”

“That’s a good idea, it reminds me of a song I heard a while back.”

I give her my hand and say, “Let’s go then.”

We walk through the back fields, looking for a spot to be alone together. Finally, we find the perfect spot situated in the long green grass. She sits down, then cradles my head in her lap. I couldn’t be more content as I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes.

She wraps her legs around me, then says, “You’re mine all mine! I want you forever!”

So, I reply, “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that, but what do you see in me?”

“You’re cute as can be. You’re so sweet. And I love how you are such a noble person.” She pauses, then asks, “Do you want me forever as well?”

“Yes I most surely do, no one wanted me before I met you, but you did. I’ll always remember that and do everything I can to keep you!” I pause then continue, “It’s not only that though, but you are also so beautiful, more than I ever dreamed. You also give my life meaning. I know there are plenty of guys your age and older who would want to be yours, but you choose me. I feel so honored.”

“None of them would make me feel as special as you do.” She says as she kisses my face.

Suddenly there is a flash of lightning.

We both jump in fear, then rush to her car to wait out the storm…
…ANOTHER DAY OR TWO PASSES, THEN…

*DESIRING PRIVACY*

My parents found out about my girlfriend a few days ago and their reaction was better than I expected. They accepted her and they even like her. The fact that I am fifteen and she is seventeen didn’t phase my family at all. However, we rarely have any privacy now. It seems that my whole family watches our every move. We lay together on my bed and snuggle each other. The denim overalls and tight baby blue shirt she is wearing hug her body and show all of her curves and features. Seeing her dressed like this drives me wild.

We share a kiss when my brother walks in on us.

“Get out!” I tell him.

“My room too,” He replies.

“Just pretend he isn’t here,” My girlfriend whispers.

We continue to kiss and caress each other.

My brother turns on some vulgar rap music, full blast. My girlfriend and I are appalled at the atrocious lyrics.

We eventually leave the room and go outside.

It’s hot and sunny outside.

We both sit on the glider and talk.

“Your brother is so annoying,” She tells me.

“He definitely is, but I think he’s jealous of me. After all, I have you and you are so beautiful.”

“I don’t see how you think I am beautiful, I think I’m a bit too chubby. Those filthy rap lyrics about big butts really got to me.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. To me, you are the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on.”

“Oh, I love you so much!”

“And I love you just as much!”

We sweetly rub noses, then she pulls my face into her perky breasts. I feel great comfort in this position.

At that point, my sister walks onto the patio and says, “I’m going to tell mom and dad that y’all are acting lewd.”

“Get a life!” I tell her.

“I have a life but I don’t want to share my room with any baby you might make.”

My girlfriend is now irritated and asks with frustration, “Will we ever have any privacy?”

“We could if my parents would let you drive me to your house.”

“I wish they would.”

“You and I both. There’s so much I want to do with you!”

“And I want to do those things too!”

She then puts her arm around me and rubs my chest.

I look around for just a moment, then I see the empty house on my neighbor’s property, behind to their main one.

“I know where we can be alone.”

“Where?”

“See that little house back there? It’s empty and usually unlocked, we can go in there.”

“Let’s go there, then, but just know, I’d go anywhere if it meant we could be together.”

Hand in hand we cross the property line and enter the empty house.

It’s dark and dusty inside, but at least we now have privacy.

We go into the empty master bedroom and snuggle on the carpet.

She lays down on her back and I lay on top of her. We kiss wildly.

She pulls my face into her breasts once again and giggles saying, “No one can see us here!”

“You don’t know how happy I feel when my face is in your beautiful breasts!”

“You should feel happy because that is where it belongs!”

I then kiss her soft stomach.

“I feel so fat.” She says with a slight depression.

I kiss her stomach again and say, “That’s my fat and I think it is sexy!”

She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly and holds me close to her saying, “You make me feel so loved!”

We both get a very strong urge to become intimately known to each other but are equally afraid of the potential consequences…
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…

*GETTING CAUGHT*

We are soon overpowered by our biological urges and quickly forget about the many potential consequences of underage intimacy. She pulls off my shirt and begins to unbutton my cargo pants. I unhook her overalls and pull them down, then I then take off her shirt.

We are now in our undergarments and staring at each other with gentle smiles. We embrace then begin to remove each others’undergarments as well.

Suddenly, we hear the front door unlocking.

My name is bellowed by my busybody neighbor from the other side of my parents’ house. He’s pretty tight with the owners of this house and apparently was watching our every move.

Both of us are extremely nervous now.

“Let’s hide in the closet, he used to beat me when I was younger,” I whisper to my girlfriend.

She nods nervously, then asks, “Do you think he will beat you again?”

“He might even beat you, I’m so sorry I put you in this position,” I reply, soberly.

“It would be worth it if it means we could still lose our virginity to each other,” She answers me softly.

We then grab our clothes and hide behind boxes in the closet.

Quickly we get dressed, by the light of my Garrity Mini Rugged Lite that I keep in my pocket.

We have our clothes on again as we hear my busybody neighbor walking through the house.

My girlfriend and I hold each other tightly, wondering whether we will get caught or not.

We share several kisses as we are somewhat turned on by the fear of getting caught.

We hear his footsteps approaching the bedroom.

Now the bedroom door is opening.

We both tremble, wondering if these containers will keep us concealed.

“I know you’re in here with that girl! And I am going to beat both of your a**es when I find y’all!” My neighbor bellows.

We hear the closet door open.

“Well, *blank* damn, where are they? I saw them come inside this house,” My busybody neighbor says angrily.

My girlfriend begins to tremble so much with fright that the boxes begin to fall and our hiding spot is revealed.

We see my neighbor is holding a thick leather belt in his hands as he says, “Now both of you are going to get it!”

We hold each other tightly with fear as he lashes us with that belt.

I flinch and nash my teeth. My girlfriend shrieks and cries in pain.

He then yanks us out of the closet and shoves us out of the house. He then escorts us to the property line where my parents are about to confront us…

…A WEEK OR TWO PASSES, THEN…
*ONLINE CONVERSATION*

My parents have now forbidden me from seeing her since we got caught in my neighbor’s vacant house.

Because of that cruel decision, my heart feels ripped to shreds and it feels there are a thousand knives in my back.

It’s late at night and I cannot sleep.

I walk to my family computer and log on.

After a few minutes of looking at Expage and ICQ, I hear that all too familiar “uh-oh” sound.

This means I have a private message.

It’s from the girl whom I am so deeply in love with but strictly forbidden to see.

It reads, “Hey. I miss you so much. You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met and my one true wish is that I was holding you in my arms right now. My mom is away on a business trip right now and I have the house to myself. I’m going crazy being in here all alone and being forbidden to see you makes it that much worse.”

“How did your mom react when she found out about us almost doing it?”

“She was okay with it, I mean that is why I am on birth control, to begin with.”

“You know, you are so worth the wait and as soon as I turn eighteen, I’ll run away and stay with you even if it means staying under a bridge.”

“You’re worth the wait too. You have such a sweet heart and you’re so cute.”

“I’m blushing, but it feels wonderful.”

“What are you doing up so late anyway?”

“To tell the truth; I’m thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about you either. In fact, you’re all I think about these days. I wish my parents and extended family could see how happy you make me and that you’re actually good for me, despite what they think.”

“We’re separated by cruel people who just refuse to understand.”

“If only I could get away from them.”

“Maybe you can.”

“Well, maybe we could meet somewhere and I could take you to my mom’s house.”

“I don’t want to say where online, in case the government is watching.”

“Do you have any money on you?”

“Yes. Three ten-dollar bills. I’ve been saving them from doing odd jobs.”

“If you can sneak out, all you have to do it go to a truck stop, buy a phone card and call me from a pay-phone. Don’t say which one online, but I can come to pick you up when you tell me over the phone.”

“Sounds like a plan and a half.”

“That’s such a cute saying, of course, you’re cute already.”

“Okay let me pack my things and try to sneak out.”

“I’ll be waiting on my cell phone.”
…A FEW MOMENTS LATER…
*FORBIDDEN MEETING*

I then uninstall ICQ from the family computer to cover my tracks.

Then I grab my duffel bag and pack a few tee shirts underwear and pants, a box cutter and my 4 D cell Maglite for protection. Then I grab my wallet with the three ten-dollar bills and sneak out of the window.

I leave my parents’ yard and begin walking to the nearest truck stop.

I contemplate my life during this long walk, but finally, I’m there.

I go inside and purchase a phone card for a little less than $10.

Then I go to the payphone and place the call to my forbidden girlfriend.

It rings once and then she picks up.

“Hello,” She says in an unsure voice.

“It’s me,” I tell her.

“Hey, you!” She replies with affection.

I state the location of the truck stop over the phone.

“I’m coming right now.”

“I’ll hide so I cannot be seen, but I’ll signal you with my flashlight when I see your car. I blink the light at intervals of two blinks because we’re two years apart.”

“That’s so romantic in its own way. You’re so sweet and thoughtful.”

I hide in the bushes looking out for her Jetta Wagon.

Time crawls by at a snail’s pace.

I’m filled with both anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, I see that Jetta Wagon pulling up.

I remove myself from the bushes, then blink my flashlight while pointing at her windshield.

She slows down.

I blink my flashlight twice again.

She parks next to the bushes and I come to her car.

She rolls down the passenger window and says, “Hop in!”

I stand there and adore her for just a moment as she is dressed in a tight black shirt that hugs all of her beautiful curves and a knee-length black and white skirt that is sexy enough yet modest enough.

“Come on before someone sees us!” She says.

Most gladly I open the door, enter, place my bag and flashlight between my legs, buckle my seatbelt and she drives off into the night as we lovingly hold hands…

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Meet Aubrey’s Parents-Talking in the Loft

“So, I will ask you again, Aubrey, who’s this young man?” Her mother asked.

“Yes, and what are your intentions with my daughter?” Her dad added in, looking at Liam.

Liam became slightly stoic and nervous.

Aubrey came to his rescue and said to her parents, “Don’t be so hard on him, y’all, he was dealt a bad hand in life.”

“At least let him speak for himself, though,” Her dad said, then continued, “What’s your name, young man?”

“Liam Hartford.” He said as he finally collected himself.

“That name isn’t common around these parts.”

“Well, you’re right, I’m not from around here. But I am looking for work and a safe place to stay.”

“Well, I happen to know where you can get that. But my daughter has been tremendously hurt before, so I want to make sure you won’t hurt her. I will ask again: What are your intentions with her?”

Liam worked up the courage and said, “To be honest, I just met her today. But I do think she is a wonderful young lady, the little I found out about her and I think she could bring some stability to my life. Not to mention I think she is beautiful and sweet. We also have a similar past, so I won’t lie, I do like her and my intentions would be to at least get to know her, although if she is as wonderful as I think she is, I could definitely marry her and be true to her.”

Aubrey beamed from ear to ear.

“What is your past like exactly?” Aubrey’s mother asked him.

“Well, I had abusive parents who beat me for a yes or no. When I was fifteen I fought back and gave my dad a bloody nose. My mom called the cops and I was arrested. The sheriff molested me while I was in custody. I was also molested by two other guards in juvenile hall. I stayed there until I was eighteen then, when I was released I left that town and never looked back. That was a little over a year ago.” He paused, then continued, “Since then, I have been traveling around The States and parts of Canada looking for work and shelter.”

“How do you travel so much?” Her mother asked.

“I sneak onto freight trains.”

“Well, that is highly illegal and I know you don’t want to go back to jail.  Do you?”

“I have no other way to get around though. It would be nice if I had steady work.”

“Well, like I said before I can get you steady work.” He paused then asked Aubrey, “What do you think about him exactly, baby girl?”

Aubrey answered, “I think he is kind and genuine and that I can bring out the best in him. And after hearing what he told you and Momma, I want y’all to know I feel the same way about him!”

The winds began to die down.

“Well, with that being said, I’ll give him a chance. I’m Porter Gables and this is my wife Polly Gables,” Aubrey’s dad introduced himself and his wife.

Liam shook both of their hands.

Some sunlight, albeit still overcast was starting to show again through the shelter glass.

“I wonder if the tornado is gone,” Polly said.

“I can find out,” Liam said, pulling his scanner out of his backpack.

“Good, because I need to get back to cooking.”

Liam turned his scanner on and tuned in the Weather Band.

There was a message played about the tornado warning for their county being allowed to expire.

“I had a crystal-controlled tabletop model, years ago.  It’s put away now, though, because the durn thing doesn’t pick anything up anymore,”  Porter said.

“I bought this so I can know when a train is coming and where it is headed.  But it doesn’t use crystals.  I program whatever frequency I want in it.”

“Well, hopefully, you will never hop on a freight train again.  Now, I need to survey the fields and see if there was any damage to my crops. You are welcome to stay, but I require you to respect my rules and my daughter.”

“Don’t worry about that. I am very grateful, so I think I can live with whatever terms you come up with.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“Do you like green beans, Liam?” Polly asked.

“Of course. There was this old man I briefly stayed with and he made the most awesome green beans. But then he was committed to a nursing home. But just so you know, I’ll eat just about anything!”

“My Momma also cooks some awesome green beans,” Aubrey added in.

“Well, I cannot wait to try them.”

With that, they all exited the storm shelter.

Liam and Aubrey went back to the barn loft.

Polly went into the kitchen to resume cooking.

And Porter climbed on his tractor and drove back to the fields…

Back to “Talking in the Loft”

An Excerpt from “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer”

I began working on this series of stories back in February of 2017.  There are parts that I won’t show publically because of the sinning involved.  However, I feel that this particular excerpt teaches a decent lesson.  Ultimately I wrote this as a less offensive offshoot to my “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Without further ado, here it is:

 

I get helped out a lot, so I believe I should help others when I can. My elderly and widowed neighbor, Mrs. Angela Fulton just called me to come over and set up her new Weather Radio. It is only mid-May, but it seems as if Hurricane Season is getting an early start. The local TV news station reported earlier today that Tropical Storm Alidore is potentially headed towards our city and is also forecast to become a hurricane.

So, with that, I walk out my front door and engage the deadbolt. Then I walk across my porch, down my steps and leave my yard, locking my hurricane fence behind me. I go to the house adjacent mine, walk up the steps and knock on the front door.

Soon enough, Mrs. Angela answers and lets me in.

“The weather radio is in my kitchen; I’ll go get it. Just make yourself at home,” She tells me.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Angela,” I tell her.

There is also a beautiful young lady whom I have never seen before sitting on the sofa in the living room. I glance at her. She has a look of distress on her face, but then, wait, now she’s smiling at me. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela then walks back into her living room with her newly purchased Weather Radio, still in its package.

She hands it to me.

I take my Klein Electrician’s Knife from my pocket and cut open the blister packaging. Afterward, I skim the manual. The radio is a Midland EH55VP. I’m impressed by the specs so I think I’ll buy myself one as well.

After I finish skimming the manual, I ask Mrs. Angela, “Where do you want me to plug the charger in?”

“By my bed would be fine, ” She replies, then walks me to her bedroom.

I shine my Mini Maglite behind Mrs. Angela’s bed to locate the electrical socket.  Once it is found I plug the new Weather Radio in.

While programming the FIPS code into the radio, I ask Mrs. Angela in a whispering voice, “Who’s that pretty girl in your living room?”

“That’s Annabelle Jenkins. She lives in the apartment complex two streets over.”

“I’ve never seen her before. How do you know her?”

“I drove her over here because her mother left her in the parking lot at Melinda’s Superstore.”

“Isn’t she worried about catching a child abandonment charge.”

“No, the girl is eighteen.”

“Wow! I can’t get over how pretty she is.”

“Well, I think it’s terrible that a mother would abandon her own offspring, especially since a hurricane might be coming this way,” Mrs. Angela pauses for a second, then continues, “You should go talk to her. Who knows? Y’all might make a nice couple. I know you must be lonesome.”

“Yes, but I’m twenty-five. What would I have in common with her?”

“Age is just a number. My husband, God rest his soul, was seven years older than me. We loved each other like there was no tomorrow and I still terribly miss him to this day.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I could be like that with her, marriages like that are pretty much non-existent these days.”

“You’ll never know unless you try. That’s why most marriages of today fail, no one tries hard enough.”

“And those that do try hard, many times get their hearts broken.”

“Now come on, I see you in that house all by yourself all day long. I know you must be lonely there. Here you could have a potential for love and companionship. Don’t let this girl be the one that got away.”

“I guess you’re right. ”

“Of course. When you get as old as me, you know quite a few things about life.”

I finish setting up the weather radio and place it on her night table.

“All done.”

“Good. Now go talk to her.”

“Sure. But what should I say?”

“I’ll help you out, Johnny.”

So, we both walk back into the living room. I go to sit in the recliner when Mrs. Angela says, “Why don’t you sit on the sofa give this old lady her rocker?”

“Sure thing,” I say, awkwardly, then go sit next to the girl.

She smiles at me again. I smile back.

Mrs. Angela continues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce y’all to each other: Annabelle, this is Johnny Joseph Elder. Johnny this is Annabelle Jenkins.”

We look at each other and awkwardly but sweetly smile.

Mrs. Angela then asks Annabelle, “So what exactly were you and your mother arguing about that she left you in the parking lot?”

Annabelle replies, “We were going to make groceries at Melinda’s and I told her I needed her to buy me a phone card for my Go Phone to turn my service back on. I then told her that I also needed a flash drive so I could type my term paper. She told me to buy them myself. I told her that I had no money because her stupid boyfriend took my money from me to buy pills. Then it all erupted and she left me in the parking lot. My term paper is due tomorrow and if I don’t turn it in, I don’t graduate.”

I gently put my hand on Annabelle’s and say, “I can get you a phone card and a flash drive if you want. I was going to Melinda’s anyway, to buy a weather radio. I thought Mrs. Angela’s one was cool so I’m going get one for myself-especially since there might be a hurricane coming.”

Mrs. Angela looks at Annabelle and says, “Why don’t you walk with him to the store. He’s a really good guy and, by the way, he couldn’t stop saying how he thinks you’re pretty!”

Annabelle, looks at me, smiles and asks, “Do you really think I am pretty.”

I nod with a bold blush and a wide grin.

She smiles back, then asks, “And you’d really buy those things for me?”

“Sure. Unless you have a boyfriend. It might make him angry if I did such a thing.”

“No. I’m single. Look how fat I am! Who would want me?”

“Well, I think your weight compliments your appearance.”

Annabelle smiles and blushes slightly, but then says, “Everyone at school harasses me because of my weight.”

“Don’t worry about them, high school students are so cruel sometimes. But once you graduate, none of them will matter ever again.”

“Well, I won’t graduate unless I write and turn in that paper.”

“Then, by all means, let’s go to the store and get some supplies.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Y’all have a good time.” Mrs. Angela interjects.

We step up from the sofa then walk out of Mrs. Angela’s front door, down her steps, out of her front yard, then on the sidewalk and walk for a block to Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

As we are walking, Annabelle asks me, “What do you do for a living?”

“I’m on disability, but before that, I was an electrician’s helper. I never refuse any work that I’m actually capable of, though, and I try to help anyone whenever I can.”

“Oh, well that’s very kind of you, but how did you become disabled?”

“I was connecting the power to an outside air conditioning unit when I got shocked, lost my balance and fell eight feet and landed back first on top of a picket fence. The impact of the injury ruined my back.”

“Wow. I’m sorry that happened.”

“Well it is a blessing in disguise, I guess. You see, I’m still able to pay the mortgage and my bills, plus I have a lot of free time to do what I truly like which is writing.”

“I like to write too.”

“Neat. I’d like to read your work if that’s all right with you.”

“Only if you let me read yours.”

“I would let you see some of my stories, but others get a little steamy. I wouldn’t dare show them to a lady like you.”

“I might like the steamy ones even more though.”

“I have to make sure you are eighteen though, right. Mrs. Angela says you are.”

“Yes. Since April Fourth of this year.”

“Okay, I guess I can show them to you then.”

“How old are you though,” She asks me.

“I made twenty-five on January Twenty Seventh. I hope you don’t think I’m too old because I really do like you.”

“Nah, age is just a number. Besides, you’re cute, you’re sweet and you’re taking care of me. Anyway, who else would want me?”

“So I guess you like me too?”

“Yes. I do. A lot of guys I know are either too immature or just total jerks. However, you, somehow, seem different.”

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Me too.”

Awkwardly we hug, then begin to hold each others’ hands as we walk into Melinda’s Massive Superstore.

“Will you be able to pay for my items as well as your weather radio? I mean you are on a fixed income.”

“Sure, that’s no problem. I have a revolving credit account over here. Besides, it’s for  things we need.”

We walk to the household merchandise section and I select a Midland EH55VP weather radio and a San Disk 16 GB flash drive. Then we walk to the front of the store and I select a Go Phone Refill Card. Afterward, we get in line to check out.

The cashier says as she smiles at me, “Johnny, you finally have a girlfriend. Y’all look so cute together.”

Annabelle and I smile at each other, then hug each other gently.

The cashier then looks at Annabelle and she says, “He’s a keeper, so treat him right and don’t break his heart.”

“Yes, I can tell he’s a keeper and he’s cute as can be,” Annabelle says.

I blush, then tell the cashier my account number and she charges the items to it.

We are handed our items, then go sit down in the food court.

She adds the credit from the Go Phone card to her AT&T plan, holds up her smartphone, a Samsung Galaxy Express 3, points it at me and says, “Since I am your girlfriend, I would like your phone number.”

“Of course,” I say, then call it out to her. She instantly programs it into her phone.

Then I say, “I want yours as well.”

“Of course, silly. I was hoping you’d ask me.”

She then calls it out and I program it into my phone, a Samsung Rugby 4.

We pick up our phones and purchased items, then leave the store happily.

“Well I guess I have to go type my paper now,” Annabelle says.

“Do you want to use my computer?”

“Good idea. I might be able to actually write the paper and not hear all the drama from my mom and her boyfriend.”

“Then let’s head to my house.”

She smiles, takes my hand and says, “Lead the way.”

We walk the block then arrive.

I unlock my hurricane fence, then we enter my yard. We walk up the steps onto the porch, then to my front door where I unlock the deadbolt.

I show her around my house saying, “Here it is. It’s not much but at least it’s mine.”

She looks around then sees the computer in my bedroom. Awkwardly, we simultaneously stare at my bed, then smile at each other, blushing.

“I guess I’ll get to work,” Annabelle says.

I start my computer up and log in, then hand her my swivel chair.

“Then I’ll set up my new weather radio and watch T.V. Afterwards I’ll prepare dinner for us. All I have is oatmeal because I didn’t defrost anything, but I can make it taste really good. That is if indeed you want to stay for dinner.”

“That’s fine. It’s much better than having to hear my mom and her boyfriend complain about how they have to buy all of my meals.”

“Well, I’m glad I have someone to buy meals for.”

Annabelle sweetly hugs me and our faces meet. We share a soft loving kiss then hug once more.

“I’m sorry, did I overstep my bounds by kissing you,” I ask her.

“No, it was very sweet of you,” She replies, then continues, “Now let me type my paper, then we can spend some time together.”

“All right. I’ll let you get to work.”

I head for the doorway and she blows me another kiss, then begins writing her paper. I cut my weather radio out of the blister packaging with Klein Electrician’s knife then set it up on my kitchen gadgets rack, near the front porch window. Afterward, I go into my living room, turn on my T.V. and adjust the antennas to watch the five o’clock news. There are numerous correspondents reporting how Tropical Storm Alidore is almost at hurricane strength and headed straight for our city. They are saying that a Watch will likely be issued at ten o’clock tonight. When the local news is finished I scan the channels on my T.V. for a while and eventually watch two reruns of MacGyver on the Me-TV sub-channel.

After the shows are over, I prepare some store brand oatmeal with White Gold sugar, store brand half ‘n’ half and McCormick Pure Vanilla Extract. When I’m done preparing dinner I walk to my bedroom. Annabelle is finishing up her term paper. She saves it to her flash drive and also on my hard drive.

We walk to the dining room. I serve the oatmeal then we say grace and eat.

After we finish eating, she offers to help me wash the dishes.

As we finish up the dishes, she asks, “Could we read some of your stories?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

We both walk to my computer and I pull up the folder with all my stories. I’m about to read to her when the alert function on my weather radio goes off from the kitchen. Seconds later her phone also goes off. We both get messages of a Hurricane Watch in effect.

“Should I walk you home to your mom’s?”

“Nah. She and her boyfriend will probably be on edge.”

“I would let you stay in my spare bedroom, but it’s totally up to you.”

“I guess I could. At least I will get a good night’s sleep instead of hearing my mom and her boyfriend, plus all the neighbors arguing.”

“Say no more; I’ll prepare the extra bed for you.”

“Thanks.”

I then go into my spare bedroom and pull back the covers on the bed. Then I turn the window unit to the coldest setting to get the room comfortable for Annabelle to sleep.”

After I walk back into my bedroom and Annabelle says, “Just walk me to the bus stop by my apartment complex in the morning, and I’ll board the bus from there.”

“Good, then I’ll go get some storm supplies from Melinda’s while you’re in school.”

“All right. I’ll call you during my bus ride home and you can meet me when I get off the bus at the complex. I might get a few days off from school and we can be together during that time.”

“That sounds great.”

“Now, since that’s settled why don’t we go back to reading your stories. I can’t wait to see them.”

“I wish I could see yours as well.”

“You can. I have them on a Micro SD card on my smartphone.”

“Great, so I’ll read one of my stories to you, then you’ll read one of your stories to me.”

We begin to read to each other, taking turns.

She writes beautifully, but what’s even more amazing is, she writes very much like me.

So I tell her, “We write very much alike. I always wanted to meet someone who wrote like me.”

“Yes, and you remind me of the good characters in my stories. It’s as if you came into existence just from what I wrote,” She pauses then says “Do you think you could read me one of your more steamy stories?”

“Well, I guess.”

“Don’t be shy.”

“Okay, here goes nothing,” I say then select the file and I read to her.

She stares intently at me and with great focus, smiling from ear to ear.

I keep on reading until I’m finished.

“Would it be all right if I took a bath? I need to be clean for school.”

“Sure. Let me get you a towel and a washcloth.”

I grab them from my utility room and open a fresh bar of soap and hand it to her. She winks at me then goes into my bathroom and turns on the water. I sit in my living room and scan the channels on my TV set. After an hour she comes out covered in a towel.

I am overcome by her beauty, but quickly I regain my composure.

“I guess I’ll go to sleep now,” Annabelle says.

“Sure thing,” I reply.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?”

“If you want me to.”

“Of course I do, Johnny. I want that and so much more,” Annabelle says, then embraces me strongly. We share several kisses then she goes into my spare bedroom and gets dressed.

I go into my bedroom barely able to sleep because a beautiful young lady is under my roof. Finally, I doze off and dream many dreams about her…

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The First Time I saw “Ghostbusters”

I had known about the Ghostbusters movies since early childhood. However, I didn’t watch them until I was 27 years old. This piece will be my recollection of the first time I watched the original Ghostbusters movie and other events that happened on that day. By the way, I happened to take a selfie later that evening and that is my featured image. I was living in the Sugarland Subdivision of Raceland, Louisiana.

It was a sunny and mild day in late May of 2014. I believe it was either the 21st or the 27th.

My then-wife now ex-wife was laying down in bed and sleeping. I was sitting in the living room, listening to music on Pandora when I got the idea to stream a movie on Netflix. So, using the Roku Box, I pulled up Netflix and searched for movies. Then I saw that the original Ghostbusters from 1984 was available, so I took a chance and began watching it. The movie had my undivided attention, which very few movies do. I turned off the lights and closed all the blinds and watched. As I watched, I had realized that I was watching it on the thirty-year anniversary of the film’s release. I also was amazed by the technology, which seemed advanced for 1984. And I was particularly amused at Egon’s fondness for junk food. I finished the movie in one sitting, completely satisfied. This is the exact reaction all movies should have with their viewers!

Around the conclusion of the movie, my then-wife woke up from her nap and reminded me that I had to drive her to her nephew’s baseball game which was being held on the northern outskirts of Houma, Louisiana. Well, I figured I could find something to do since I never did like sports.

It was starting to get dark after the conclusion of the game, so I went to a truck stop for fuel, candy, and drinks. My then-wife caught me checking out a plus-sized female security guard at the truck stop but she didn’t hold it against me. For the record, she checked out guys all the time and was even vocal about it in front of my family, which was totally embarrassing for me. I had purchased an iced coffee and a Mister Goodbar, two things I would frequently purchase at this truck stop until my peanut allergy became increasingly worse. I forget what snack and drink my now ex-wife purchased.

Dusk had fallen and it was getting darker and darker. We drove back home and were now in Sugarland once again.

A truck had veered off the main highway and into a ditch in front of Sugarland Shopping Center. I got out of my car and attempted to assist those involved in the incident. The sun had almost completely set by this point, but I was carrying a 2 AAA sized Mini Maglite LED which was rated for 84 Lumens. That number 84 came up again! Some items had fallen out of the truck but I was able to locate them in the ditch which was thankfully dry. Then another good Samaritan came with cables and pulled the truck out of the ditch. I lit up the whole operation with my flashlight and I also directed traffic around the incident. An impatient motorist or two cursed me lower than a dog and I won’t repeat what they said.

Once everything was back to normal, I got in my car and drove home along with my then-wife, now ex-wife.

At some point later that evening I took a selfie and posted it to social media. That selfie is the featured image for this post. I was 27 at the time but could have probably passed off as 17, you decide.

Later that evening I took my medicine and eventually went to sleep, happy that I would be getting paid in just a few days. In the next few months, I would come to write and purchase some wonderful things. I would also watch the 1989 sequel to Ghostbusters on basic cable at my now ex-in-laws place that summer.

Ghostbusters is definitely one of my favorite movies, though it took me so long to actually get around to watching it. I’m also wondering if it had any inspiration for Goosebumps since the movie reminded me of an adult version of the television adaptations. I also frequently watched those on Netflix.

Now, this, I guess, therefore concludes my piece detailing the time I watched Ghostbusters for the first time. I hope you, the reader, have been informed and entertained.

Thank you for reading!

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Affectionate Refugees

I was inspired to write this story around August or September of 2011.

I slightly altered it in late January of 2020 and am now sharing it with the world

It is a total work of fiction but takes place during Hurricane Lilly.

Without further ado, here is the story:

…October 2002…

…South Central Louisiana…

Jonas Gibson and Brittany Cryer were on the run from a hurricane that was soon to be bearing down on the Louisiana coast. Though they were about to cross paths, they did not know it just yet. Both came from areas ordered to evacuate, just in different school districts, so they never knew each other.

Jonas came to the shelter with his large extended family, including aunts uncles and cousins.

Brittany simply came with just her mother, as her dad was never in her life, and she really had no extended family.

Jonas was seventeen, while Brittany was thirteen.

Jonas was about 5 foot 6, stocky and had dirty blonde hair, while Brittany was considerably shorter, about 4 foot 10, slightly chunky, had reddish-brown hair and was bespectacled.

The reason for Brittany being slightly overweight was that she had a mental illness, and took medication to keep it at bay, which in turn caused her to gain weight. Her condition made her somewhat paranoid and depressed most of the time, and the fact that she might lose all she had because of the hurricane surely made matters worse. In fact, all she took with her was her purse with medicine in it, a few notebooks with all her stories on them and her Red Energizer Find Me flashlight that she had purchased with her SSI benefits. Though she was mentally ill, she was one she always tried to be prepared, this was the reason for her owning a flashlight that could be found, even in total darkness. As she entered the shelter, the police escorted her and her mother to the place on the floor where they could sit and sleep. It was there that she first saw Jonas along with his family and was instantly attracted. Brittany, being a very creative aspiring writer, and considerably good at it, wished to share her work with someone. “Could this boy possibly be someone?” She wondered to herself.

Jonas was a loner, he did not really have any friends, nor a girlfriend. In his free time, he listened to his police scanner for amusement. But, the dirty things he heard on there ultimately caused him not to trust in his local government. He made it his point that when he became an adult, he would become a human rights activist of some sort and expose all their dirty deeds. That was his fantasy, but for right now he felt very lonely. He was also worried about what would happen to his possessions, as he too only brought the scanner and his 4 D sized Maglite, which could be used for his protection though not officially considered a weapon. He brought the scanner not only for entertainment but he also knew that the authorities would be engaging in highly corrupt activities during this hurricane, and he wanted to be in the know of all of it. Jonas was quietly listening when he saw Brittany for the first time and he too was instantly attracted to her.

Both stared at each other for a great while, smiling occasionally, until Brittany winked. Jonas blushed as he was highly shocked but equally happy that someone seemed to be attracted to him. Brittany giggled when she saw him blushing, and then she blew him a kiss. Jonas blushed more and Brittany giggled even more. She then motioned for him to come and sit by her. He got up and walked to her. He took his flashlight and scanner with him, then walked over to her.

She smiled from ear to ear and said, “My name is Brittany Cryer. What’s yours?”

“Jonas Gibson,” He replied.

Both awkwardly hugged, then Jonas continued, “It sure is nice to meet you.”

Brittany replied “Oh my gosh, now you’re going to make me blush as well. I saw you blushing over there and I think it’s totally cute,” She paused, then continued “Well you know, I think you are totally cute anyway.”

Jonas replied, “And just for the record I think you are very beautiful.” He paused then spoke again, “I saw you blowing me a kiss.  Could I give you a real one?”

Sweetly Brittany smiled and said, “Sure, I would love that.” She then closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Jonas leaned over and gave her a kiss right on her lips. She then held his head gently and petted it as she kissed him twice more.

Jonas asked, “Would you be my girlfriend?”

Brittany replied, “I’ll give you the same answer I gave you when you asked to kiss me: Sure I would love that!”

Jonas smiled from ear to ear, blushed and then kissed her once more. Brittany then held him, cradling his head in her lap.

There was a problem though. Jonas was in possession of a scanner. The corrupt deputy on patrol of the shelter saw that Jonas had a scanner and felt very threatened by him having it. In fact, he had secretly been watching him as he entered the building. The deputy saw that Jonas had let his guard down by talking to Brittany.

The deputy approached Jonas and Brittany with an angry confrontation, saying, “Y’all separate immediately, or you will both be put under the jail!

Boldly Jonas stood up and said, “What exactly are we doing wrong?”

The deputy answered, “Okay smartass how about lewd behavior, and possession of a scanner while committing lewd behavior. I can book you right now on those two charges.”

Jonas sulked and walked away with his scanner and flashlight. However, he then, defiantly, turned the scanner on full blast in front of the deputy.

Whose angry reaction was, “Unless you want me to take that scanner from you and shove it up your ass, you will turn it off and keep it off.”

Jonas walked off. The deputy then began to harass Brittany. She was shaking profusely as he yelled at her, “You are a nasty slut, for carrying on like that right in front of your mother. I ought to beat your fat ass for that.”

Brittany’s mother stepped in and said “Get away from my daughter right now before I file a complaint on you and have your badge on a silver platter. I don’t know who you think you are but if she wants to talk to him, that is, in fact, none of your business!” She paused then continued “My daughter is severely disabled, and she is also very lonely. If for once a boy comes and pays attention to her, she should not be able to see him? They are teenagers; they are naturally going to be affectionate. Now either stop harassing her or I will sue the sheriff’s office, for harassing and intimidating a mentally disabled child.”

The deputy then said, “Look, woman, we cannot have this lewd behavior in a shelter.”

Brittany’s mother became even angrier and then said “It’s not about that, and you know it. You are against that boy for because he has a scanner and probably he knows all about the dirty dealings your agency is involved in. My coworkers also listen to scanners and they tell me everything. I’ve got a good mind buy a scanner myself, record what I hear and leak it all to the press!”

The deputy was speechless as Brittany’s mother continued “Now let them be together or when this is all over, I will also let the press know how you treated my disabled child.”

The deputy was getting ready to reprimand Brittany’s mother severely but then walked off as he received a call on the radio to be on the lookout for extremely severe weather.

Brittany’s mother then approached Jonas and said, “I took care of the cop, you may come and sit with Brittany and me if you want to.”

“What if that dirty cop comes back and harasses us again?” Jonas asked in distress.

“Let him try. I guarantee you he will regret it!” Brittany’s mother answered with total confidence.

Jonas nodded then walked over to Brittany as he asked her, “Where did we leave off at?”

Brittany giggled and said, “I think you had your head in my lap and I was petting your head.”

Jonas happily kissed Brittany and then said, “Well, I think I will return to that position for now.”

Brittany giggled again, then she took him in with open arms and held him in her lap, once again. She began kissing Jonas’s forehead as he looked up into her eyes.

He spoke to her, “I am so fortunate to have found you. We need to keep in touch after it is time to go home.”

Brittany replied “Sure, I would really like that. We can spend time with each other and do things together. I’ve always wanted to do that, now is my chance.” Overcome with happiness, Jonas began to passionately kiss Brittany and hold her close to him.

The deputy came back and saw them once again engaging in their passionate but otherwise harmless affections.

And again tried to break them up but then his radio sounded with the dispatcher coming in, “Headquarter, all units, our parish has just been issued a Tornado warning. Please implement all necessary precautions!”

The deputy then said, “I’ll deal with y’all later.” Seconds later the lights went out. Brittany grabbed her Find Me flashlight, as she could see the flashing red LED. Jonas hurriedly grabbed his Maglite and turned it on as well as his scanner with earphones. He tuned the scanner to the National Weather Service broadcast. He soon found out that the tornado, spawned by the approaching hurricane was headed directly to the shelter. He took Brittany by the hand and her mother, along with Jonas’s family all went into the hallway.

The hallway was very dark, with the power being knocked out. By the light of the two flashlights, Jonas and Brittany listened to the police scanner, with each an earphone.

They heard chatter on the scanner, “I just spotted the tornado, it’s heading near a packed shelter. We can expect serious casualties.” Someone replied, “10-4, I will get the fire department and EMS personnel there on stand by.”

Jonas told Brittany, “Let me get on top of you so I can shield your body with mine!”

Brittany hesitantly agreed with tears in her eyes. Suddenly the roof blew off the building, and the sound of a freight train could be heard. Jonas was hit by flying debris and knocked out. Brittany screamed out of fright as she felt Jonas roll of her and onto the floor. She began sobbing as she held him close to her. The tornado was there and gone in a matter of seconds, but the serious damage was already done. Brittany, still sobbing, placed her finger in front of Jonas’s nostrils. He felt a faint flow of air coming back and forth. She sobbed even more, thankful that Jonas was still alive, but worried he might not make it. I time, the fire and EMS responders came into the hallway.

Brittany cried out “Help, help my boyfriend is unresponsive!”

The EMT’s examined Jonas and soon revived him.

He came to and spoke, “Brittany, where are you?!”

She cried tears of joy “I’m right here Jonas.” She kissed him then continued “You were knocked out when the tornado passed over and you saved me in the process.”

Jonas hugged her and asked, “Is the tornado gone?”

Brittany replied, “Yes I think it is.” Jonas’s scanner picked up an E-Trigger signal on the police frequency. He looked around to see the deputy that had been maliciously harassing them was crushed by the beams from the falling ceiling.

Paramedics were taking him out on a stretcher.

Jonas spoke, “Look, Brittany, that dirty cop got exactly what was coming to him!”

They both waved tauntingly at him, but he couldn’t move or talk. He did, however, have the angriest expression on his face.

Jonas then said, “We need to exchange our information, so when all of this is over, we can have a life together.”

“I agree!” Brittany beamed with happiness.

They exchanged phone numbers, mailing addresses, and online contact information. Soon afterward were transported further inland just as the hurricane began to unleash its main fury.

Brittany spent the rest of the evening reading her stories to Jonas as they fell deeper for each other…

TO BE CONTINUED, HOPEFULLY?!

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Why would I EDC a Weather Radio?

I get different reactions when I show off the items I EDC.

While, like most, I usually carry a tactical flashlight and some sort of metal tool or knife along with my keys, wallet, smartphone, and a wristwatch. My psychiatrist refuses to clear me for a concealed weapon carrying permit, but one day I might open carry my Ruger LCP. Without getting too political, I am absolutely 100% opposed to any and all forms of gun control!

As a Christian, I also carry a copy of God’s Holy Word, namely, the Bible. For doing so I get kudos from fellow believers and mockery or even hostility from worldly or lost people, but that is totally expected.

I frequently carry a scanner radio, but no one really bats an eye about that. In public, I am frequently mistook for a firefighter when I carry it.

There are two items I carry that frequently raise questions from others in the EDC community.

One item is a calculator which I can easily explain and most will accept the answer. After all, I’ve been fascinated by calculators almost as long as I have been fascinated by flashlights and that is since infancy. As a high school math teacher, my Mom EDCs a calculator or two for work, though in reality, she eschews them. However, she is the reason why I became fascinated by calculators. My Dad was a banking executive when I was born and I don’t know if he ever carried a calculator or not, because he was laid off from the bank a few months after my birth. He then switched careers and eventually became a special education teacher. Even though my Dad was a sporting goods salesman for a couple years during the career change, he isn’t into EDC at all. His Dad, my Paw Paw, was into EDC at least to some degree, although he only owned extremely budget-friendly items. My Maw Maw also carried a flashlight in her purse for as long as I knew her, until she became a shut in and passed on December 28, 2019. At one point I’m almost sure she had an old school Pelican MityLite 1900! There were always calculators around though while I was growing up and I had been carrying one on and off since the age of eight. So, even though I am fascinated by calculators, when asked why I carry them, I can quickly justify and have done so.

Another item that I continuously EDC is a pocket-sized weather radio. While no one has directly questioned my motives as to why I do so, I’m sure I at least get eye rolls when I post pictures of mine or pull it out and listen.

In this piece, I am going to give a testimony on why I personally carry a weather radio and while I don’t expect you, the reader, to follow suit, maybe my reasons for doing so will be better understood.

Let’s go back to the Summer of 1990. I was three and a half and my brother and sister were a few months old. My Mom was off from teaching school, but my Dad was at work, working as a sporting goods salesman. There had been some storms going on all day. My Mom had baked home-made biscuits earlier in the day. It’s something, I can fry chicken almost identical to Colonel Sanders Original Recipe and my Mom can bake biscuits almost identical to Popeye’s Buttermilk Biscuits. I taught myself how to fry chicken that way, mostly through trial and error but also by God’s Grace. However, my Mom got her biscuit recipe from an old Catholic monk. The storms had gotten progressively worse during the day, then our electricity was disrupted. At some point, it became dark as night though it was only midday. My Mom gathered us into the center of the house and we sat there by the light of an Eveready Commander 6 Volt Lantern. The model number was 5122.

Though I was always afraid of the weather, I don’t remember being too frightened. I think it was because I was holding a flashlight and even back then I was fascinated by flashlights. I stood in the hall eating a biscuit.

We had no idea if there was actually a tornado present because we had no weather radio.

There was a Sears transistorized AM/FM radio that was put away, but I guess my Mom was probably more focused on getting all of us to safety rather than looking for that radio.

Even if my Mom would have been able to locate that transistor radio, the battery could have very well been dead. There was no way of us to know when the Tornado Warning, if any, had expired.

At some point, the sky lightened up and the electricity came back on and I guess we took this as the all-clear.

Looking back, this probably had an impact on me and is most likely was caused me to have a compelling desire to be accurately informed.

As I am writing this, I am reminded that back in the day, weather radios were somewhat of a status symbol, associated only with the affluent. I mean they were heavily marketed to golfers, of which playing golf during a thunderstorm is quite risky, so a golfer would desperately need one. I wonder if Donald Trump ever carried a weather radio in his younger days whilst playing golf. To further back up my claim that weather radios once were and maybe still are a status symbol now, at least to some degree is that, I’ve only seen upper-middle-class and wealthy people in possession of one. I’ve never once seen anyone from the lower socio-economic positions to ever be in possession of a weather radio. I have even read an article or two about how the white upper class are almost the only ones who purchase weather radios and that poorer whites, as well as most minorities, don’t even bother purchasing one.

While at the time, my family was lower middle class and stayed there until between 1997 and 2000. Now they are almost upper-middle class.

I didn’t know there was such a device as a weather radio until the summer of 1997 when I was reading some hurricane preparedness literature.

I wouldn’t actually own a weather radio of my own until late December 2001. It was an Oregon Scientific WR-8000. Unfortunately, it killed on me in less than two years, but I did EDC it when I could.

I myself as an individual would be considered impoverished by most standards.

Yes, I’ll admit that fully.

The only reason I am able to afford a weather radio (and I do own several) is that I either purchase them on clearance as new old stock, a friend gives one to me or I buy one in gently used condition for a fraction of the cost.

Between December of 2001 and April of 2015, I had gone through a few portable weather radios, many of which killed on me, unfortunately.

Since the Spring of 2006, I had wanted a Midland HH50B, but it would be over nine more years before I would actually purchase one.

I guess it is poor quality control because I did not abuse these radios by any means.

I had some desktop models that were on constant standby as well as a Radio Shack Weather Cube as a backup.

Then one day in late April of 2015, my area was experiencing some severe weather. This weather resulted in the one and only train derailment on the Huey Pierce Long Bridge near New Orleans. The said bridge was about eighty years old at the time.

My standby models had alerted me to a Tornado Watch in advance.

Then there were quite a few Severe Thunderstorm Warnings issued.

My then-wife, now ex-wife, as usual, was watching television.

However, I told her to get dressed in case we would need to move quickly.

The amazing thing is, she actually listened to me, though this was one of the very few times she did listen to me.

A few minutes later we received a Tornado Warning for our Parish.

The sky, though again around midday, became dark as night.

My apartment manager invited the second-floor tenants to her unit which was downstairs.

My now ex wife and I left with the clothes on our back, though I had a Mini Maglite LED in my pants pocket and I also had an Energizer Weatheready 6 Volt LED Lantern in my hand.

We made our way down the stairs and across the parking lot as lightning fiercely flashed.

The sky was still dark as night.

Several of us stood in the manager’s downstairs unit, anxiously waiting for the weather to pass.

Minutes crawled by, but, then, finally, conditions began improving.

The cell service was in and out that day, so none of us could rely on our phones, for weather data though at the time I didn’t even own a smartphone. I would though, a couple days later.

Several young women were wondering when the Tornado Warning would expire.

Eventually, I walked back up to my apartment and retrieved my Weather Cube, which while battery-powered, is still basically impossible to EDC.

I stood and listened to the weather report then when the Tornado Warning expired, I let everyone know and we all went back to our units and resumed our daily activities.

That day made me realize that I should own a weather radio that I could EDC in my backpack and even in my pocket if necessary.

I knew I was going to bite the bullet and soon purchase a Midland HH50B.

A little over a month later, I was able to score one brand new with batteries for ~$10 and free shipping. Thank God for eBay! I had been wanting one for years, so I gladly purchased it with my spending money.

At the time, I was also a new smartphone user and when my new weather radio came in, there was some literature enclosed in the packaging about downloading Midland Weather Center for Apple and Android devices.

I did just that and subsequently downloaded it on almost every smartphone I have owned since.

Granted this app is unfortunately no longer available on Google Play, but it can still be downloaded and installed on Android devices if you know what you are doing.

As for the Midland HH50B, I EDCed it from June of 2015 until December of 2017 when my then-wife now ex-wife broke it in a fit of anger.

However, I liked it so much that I quickly ordered a new one and it arrived on my doorstep a few days later.

I still EDC it in my backpack everywhere I go. And if I can’t have my backpack with me but I know I will be away from home or outdoors for any given time, I will have it in my right pants pocket next to my EDC flashlight.

It has come in handy numerous times either for stand by alerts for severe weather when I am not home or for sheltering in place during severe weather and monitoring the progress thereof.

The times it has been most handy is when I go on road trips and I am the passenger. I use it in conjunction with my Midland Weather Center app and use the weather intelligence gained to assist the driver in avoiding severe storms. I’ve even used it to confirm that there were no tornadoes nearby when my Dad called and thought there were. That was on January 20, 2017 and I was traveling with a friend between Shreveport and Dallas. A day later, though, while heading back home I used my weather radio to keep track of tornado near Nacitoches, Louisiana.

EDCing a weather radio has been very beneficial and never once detrimental, so I plan to do it indefinitely

I don’t know if these reasons will convince you, the reader, whether to also EDC a weather radio or not, but I hope this piece at least validates my reason to do so.

I guess this, therefore, concludes my piece and I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even a little entertained.

Thank you for reading!

Scanner Drama

It was a stormy Friday morning in the Port City of Melody. Grant West, an eighteen-year-old senior at Melody High School was getting ready for the day. It just so happened that on this day his parents decided to take a weekend vacation and he would be home alone for the weekend. His dad was a port security officer and got him a part-time job under the table at a maritime supply warehouse near the city dock. Grant planned to help with inventory for the weekend and make extra money. He was a lonely teen who mostly worked and didn’t have much of a life outside of it. He knew his trade well and planned to work full time for the warehouse upon graduating. From handling the various goods on his job; he realized their use. For some time now he made it his business to carry a police-style flashlight everywhere he went. He also carried a portable scanner and a pocket tool where he legally could. He had saved up some money and purchased a restored army surplus Jeep for his transportation. Due to all of his mannerisms, Grant seemed militant, uptight and weird to most of his peers. In reality; he was actually a kind and genuine person, who was misunderstood easily.

Grant drove off to school just making it in time for the first bell. The first class, Trigonometry was difficult, but in time the class period was over. His second-period class was a course on how to be prepared for the workforce. Naturally, it was a breeze for him as he already had a job and knew what to expect. The third class was gym, but there were no sports being played because of the stormy weather. He kept to himself for that period, until he saw Adrianna Parker. He had admired her from a distance but was hesitant to make a move because he was afraid of her rejecting him. She passed by and he just watched her, then smiled. She smiled back at him and made his heart skip a beat. Adrianna was a very friendly and pretty girl of seventeen going on eighteen. She was a very caring person but did not care for most of the people at this school. She was not a loner at all but did keep herself away from the ones who tended to be fake or cruel. She was in a clique all of her own, a free spirit. Adrianna spent her free time writing, though she never showed anyone her work. Many guys wanted her, but she was waiting for the right one to come. She wanted someone like one of the characters in her stories. She was sitting in the bleachers reading one of her stories from a composition book and noticed Grant was staring at her. She looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back and continued to stare.

“Would you like to come and sit with me?” She asked.

Grant answered, “Sure, I guess.” She motioned for him to come, to which he did.

He asked her, “So, why do you want me to sit with you?”

She giggled and replied, “Because I think you are cute and you remind me of some of the characters I write about.”

“I don’t see how.”

“Everything thinks of you as weird and you do scare people off. I, on the other hand, see you as a potential hero. You remind me of someone who could save a damsel in distress.”

Grant blushed then said, “Sure I guess, I don’t know.”

“I know,” Adrianna answered.

Grant then asked, “So what makes you think like that?”

She replied, “I am a writer and in the stories I write; male protagonists are just like you. I have them all written in here.” Adriana smiled and held up her composition book.

Grant blushed. There was a brief silence and Grant asked, “Well, could I see what your stories?”

Adriana smiled and said, “You may, but I would rather read them to you instead.”

Grant nodded and Adriana began to read aloud. The story came to a very sensual part. Both were beginning to feel romantic stirrings and both started to blush. Their eyes met and they prepared to kiss when, suddenly, the girls’ gym teacher saw them and shouted for them to separate.

“Let’s meet up later,” Adriana said and Grant nodded in agreement. About a minute later; the bell rang.

Grant began heading to his next class, carrying his gym shoes. They were a coveted pair by many that he purchased over the summer with some of the money he made while working. Suddenly; four guys from his gym class surrounded him and attempted to take the shoes. Lance Johnson, Benson Porter, Joe Price, and Bruce Gray.

Lance had made trouble with Grant ever since freshman year. He was a 17-year-old bastard and had no clue who his father was. Many admired his athletic skills, despite the fact that he had taken advantage of many innocent freshman girls.

Benson was not a problem for Grant up until recently. Mostly he was a show-off and had picked a few fights with him in gym class. Grant tried to ignore him, for the most part. Benson would get in Grant’s face and scream, just to mess with him. He was a lean muscular completely shaved 18-year-old football star.

Joe was also a football player and a tall well built red head of 18. There was a story going around that he was shot while trying to buy pills. The only reason for him not being expelled was that he was a star athlete. He survived the gunshot wound, but many students would make fun of him by saying “ready, aim fire”. This would anger him further.

Bruce was a short skinny and rich 17-year-old. He was not built like the others but still was a mess maker. From day one he had harassed Grant, and would make fun of him. He loved pointing out the flaws of others and also being a busy body. His weapon was that of a coward-spreading gossip.

Suddenly; Bruce took the shoes. Grant shouted, “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to take my shoes.”

Joe replied, “What are you going to do about it?”

Grant kicked Bruce in his instep and then in his groin, sending him to the floor, as he said, “That is what I am going to do.” He then took the shoes back.

Joe then attempted to take the shoes from Grant as he grabbed him and said, “I had a pair like these , but they were stolen. I’ll take these.”

Grant yelled as loud as he could, “Ready, aim, fire! You let me go or it will get ugly!” Grant thought that the scream would disorient his opponent. The opposite happened, Joe in a greater anger slammed him to the hard cement ground, then punched him in the face while the others kicked him from all sides. The bell rang and at the same time. Lance stomped on Grant’s groin.

Bruce licked Grant on his side and said, “That’s for kicking me, by the way no one likes you.” Joe handed the shoes to Benson and Lance kicked Grant once more. They left him there as he lay there weakened from his injuries bleeding slightly.

Adrianna was walking by and called out, “Oh my God. Grant are you okay?”

Grant answered, “Yes I think I’ll be.” She sat down next to him, and rested his head in her lap then asked Grant as she held him, “Who did this to you?”

Grant answered “I was attacked by four stupid jocks. ”

She rubbed his face gently as she said “Typical idiots. You didn’t deserve that. Grant looked up at Adriana, smiled and turned a little red. Adriana giggled and smiled back. Grant choked a little as he looked up into her eyes. There was an awkward silence for a moment then Adriana asked: “So what are you doing this afternoon?”

Grant said, “Oh I was thinking of doing inventory at my job.”

Adrianna pouted slightly and said, “Oh I see.” She paused and then said, “I was hoping we could do something together?”

Grant smiled and said, “Are you asking me out.”

Adrianna giggled and replied “Sure, you seem like a really wonderful guy. Would you say yes, if indeed I am asking you out?”

Grant smiled and said “Well I don’t exactly have to go in this weekend. My boss would understand, so yes I would love to.”

Adrianna smiled from ear to ear then threw her arms around Grant and kissed him. The tardy bell rang so they quickly programmed each other’s phone number into each other’s phone and then walked off.

The next two class periods went by slowly. Finally, the lunch period came and Grant met Adrianna in the quadrangle. Immediately after; they moved to a secluded area on the campus where they thought they would have privacy.

Soon they were deeply engaged in conversation, not realizing the four boys were listening in.

Grant answered Adrianna “…Well, I could drive you to the park and we can hang out there.”

Adrianna nodded and then said in disappointment “But what about the rain.”

“We could wait it out in my Jeep. I heard that this weather would be clearing out by the late afternoon.”

Adrianna giggled, then said, “While we are in the Jeep, would you like me to read you some more of my stories?”

Grant replied, “Sure, I can’t wait to hear them.” With that they passionately hugged each other, sharing several kisses, until Bruce secretly tattled.

Almost immediately, they were stopped by a duty teacher and both issued a Saturday school. The punishment did not stop their newly found affection for each other. Soon after the bell rang and they said their affectionate goodbyes then headed to class. They had no idea that Grant’s four attackers had been eavesdropping on them and planning to ruin their evening.

The rest of the day was filled with an excited anticipation of what was going to happen later that day. Finally, the dismissal bell rang and both Grant and Adrianna walked to the Jeep.

Grant opened the door for Adrianna to which she kissed him and said: “Thank you.”

He then sat in the driver seat and drove off, little did they know they were being followed. They arrived in the park and sat there in the Jeep as the rain was pouring. Out of habit, Grant looked out of his rearview mirror and saw that there was a pickup truck, pulling up close to them. Grant’s militant instincts kicked in and he said: “I think we are being stalked, that truck is parked awfully close to us.” He paused and then said, “Lock yourself in, I am going to try and neutralize this situation.”

Adrianna said, “Be careful Grant.” Just as he was about to get exit his vehicle and confront whoever was stalking him face to face, those four boys swarmed around Grant and Adrianna.

Benson getting closest to Grant’s side window. He punched Grant’s glass window open and attempted to pull Grant out. Thinking quickly Grant pretended to let Benson pull him out, but then took his 5 D sized Maglite flashlight from under the seat and whacked Benson in the head, knocking him out. Upon seeing this, Bruce fled the scene like a coward. Grant saw that Lance was invading on Adrianna’s side, climbed in and was trying to have his way with Adrianna. Grant got back in the Jeep and started it. He put it in drive and then gunned the engine. As he reached a high rate of speed, he then slammed his Jeep into an oak tree, causing Lance to be ejected from on top Adrianna and then through the windshield. Joe was angrier than ever before as he went to pull Grant from the wrecked Jeep and planned beat Grant to a pulp. Grant knew he was coming, again thought quickly and pretended to be injured. Joe crawled into Grant’s seat over him and Grant knew it was time to strike. He took his flashlight and stuck it into Joe’s throat, crushing the windpipe.

Grant and Adrianna were then put into a deep predicament, they knew the police were probably coming and their getaway ride was totaled.

Grant soberly said “I don’t want you to go down with me, Adrianna. Please get out of here while you still can.”

Adrianna shook her head, feverishly and told him “No, I will stand by you. You are a noble hero and you saved us.”

Grant said “Damn it we need to get out of here.” He took his flashlight and scanner, then removed the vehicle plate from his Jeep, then continued, “I can hide in the culvert outside of the park. Bruce fled the scene and won’t know where I am. The other three are incapacitated.” The sky began to turn blue, once again. Grant said “You need to get out of here Adriana. Is your house far from the park?”

She replied “My friend’s house isn’t.”

Grant replied “Good, then go there and see if she can take you to yours.”

She replied, kissing and hugging him passionately “All right Grant. If we don’t see each other again, know that I love you!”

Grant crawled into the culvert and Adriana left.

Not long after, Adriana made it to her friend’s house and then called Grant. He instantly picked up. Adriana said, “My friend is driving me to my house and I will get the family car and pick you up. I will then get you to safety.”

Grant replied and then said, “Thank you so much Adriana, and, just so you know; I love you too.”

“You didn’t have to say it because your actions already prove it!”

They hung up.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours.

Finally, Adriana came in her family car and picked Grant up. He stepped in the car just a the lightning flashed. Grant lied down in the backseat and Adriana said in a sultry voice, “Where to Mister?”

Grant replied “To freedom, Madame, to freedom!” He paused, then continued, “I took the plate off my vehicle, so I don’t think they will be able to figure out it’s mine, at least not for a while. Therefore, we can go to my house, you know just in case they see yours. With that, they rushed to Grant’s house and arrived just as the rain had begun to fall it’s hardest.

“What will they do when they find it it’s your car?”

Grant then said pointing to his scanner, “That’s where this wonderful device comes in.”

He turned it on. Chatter came in on the scanner “Melody 911 to Melody EMS; we have a report of three medical emergencies in the municipal park. Several males were involved in a 103-F. PD is already en route. Stand by for further traffic…” “Dispatch to Officer Nick…” “Go ahead…” What is your 10-20 and ETA?” “Melody Expressway and 2 minutes…” “Roll Code 3.” “10-4.”

Officer Nick turned on his lights and sirens and gunned his car, however, the road was very wet and he lost control. His car fishtailed off the road and crashed into the pillars of an overpass. He keyed into the radio which was picked up on Grant’s scanner “My unit has crashed, please send backup to Melody Expressway at Exit…My unit is on fire it just burst into flames…” And the scanner went silent. Then the Dispatcher came in on the scanner and said “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” No response was heard. She tried again “Dispatch to Officer Nick.” There was another silence.

Grant said, “As messed up as this may sound, I think we have bought us some time.”

Adrianna drove them in the rain to Grant’s parent’s house. As soon as they stepped out, they were soaking wet. Quickly, they entered the house they locked the doors. It was somewhat chilly in that house, so Grant took off his wet shirt. Adrianna threw her arms around him, as he was cold and wet. Grant was overcome by the feeling of Adriana’s gentle arms wrapped around his wet skin. He kissed her wildly. They fell onto the sofa and snuggled together. Adriana lay there with Grant up against her.

Soon their hormones began to get the better of them and Adrianna was starting to unbutton Grant’s slacks, when the scanner crackled in, “Dispatch, it turns out that a subject named Grant West was the assailant. I believe he is the son of Mark West in port security. I am on my way to search his house. He is probably hiding out there.” “Affirmative Jack. I’ll also notify the chief.”

Thinking quickly Grant removed the battery from his phone, to disable the GPS so he would not be tracked.

Meanwhile back at home Grant was in distress over what he had just heard on his scanner. Nervously, he said, “Did you hear all that Adriana? We have to get out of here now. Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes let’s do this thing baby!” She answered him and laughed a little.

Grant went into his room and grabbed his Leatherman Multi-Tool, along with his scanner and flashlight. He explained to Adrianna “I didn’t want to get caught with this Leatherman at school, but I don’t think I will be in school for a while.”

Ever so quietly they crept out of the house silently shutting the door behind them, then walked down the steps of the porch, then to Adriana’s family car. Adriana drove Grant to her house and they walked into her bedroom.

The weather had now cleared out and Grant said “I know how I can get away from the police. I will sneak out of the country but I will have to leave you here. I want to spare you this drama.”

Adriana began to sob and said “No, I want to come with you. I don’t care about any of this drama. Anyway, I feel like I am living out my stories.” She paused and then asked Grant “How will you be able to get out of the country, though?”

“That’s easy. All I have to do is get on a supply boat that is headed towards Archangel Island. There is one that is leaving tomorrow morning in fact.”

Adriana then asked “How do you know it will let you on?”

Grant answered “I work in the maritime supply industry so I have connections.”

Adriana smiled and then said, “Well I wish I could board the boat with you.”

Grant asked “Do you really want to be with me that much?”

Adriana nodded, as she spoke, “Most surely I want to be with you that much and more. I’ve never met anyone like you!”

Grant then said “I could possibly have them take you as well. But you will have to defect. The only problem is you are not yet 18.”

Adriana replied, “But I will 18 be in just a few days.”

Grant reluctantly agreed and then said, “All right then; are you ready?”

Adriana smiled and then said “Yes. I am ready.” Immediately she packed and then they left. They walked to Grant’s workplace under the cover of darkness holding hands and shivering.

Finally, they made it to the warehouse and Grant unlocked the door. They entered then locked the door behind them. Grant and Adriana sat down on the floor and there was silence. Not long after; hormones once again overtook them.

Grant whispered. “Adriana, you are the sweetest person I have ever met in my life. I know we haven’t been together for that long. Even with all this drama, being with you has made me happier than ever.” Grant then gently kissed Adriana on top of her head.

Adriana wrapped her arms around Grant and kissed him passionately as she said. “I never thought I would find someone who would treat me right, but then I find you. You are so sweet Grant, and you are very loyal. I am glad to have found you.”

They kissed each other once again and held hands.  Handholding led to cuddling.  Cuddling led to removal of clothing.  Totally naked, they began to loving caress each other genitals.  Caressing led to lovemaking. Passionately they became intimate in that storeroom. There was a silence but they were in pure bliss, as they both lost their virginity. After hours of lovemaking; they fell asleep snuggling next to each other for the rest of the night.

Early that next morning they stepped out of the warehouse. The cargo ship bound for Archangel Island was preparing to leave. Grant went to the captain, who was standing on the dock smoking a cigar.

He then spoke, “We need to get out of the country and I know you can help us?”

The captain answered, “I will get both you out of the country if you agree to pay me.”

Grant handed him the cash he had on hand, and his scanner and finally his G-Shock wristwatch.  Adrianna also handed him her diamond-studded earrings. The captain then said “All right come aboard.”

Grant and Adriana looked at each other, then agreed to go. They climbed aboard the ship and went below the deck and into the engine room to hide. After getting comfortable Adriana held his hand and kissed him passionately. Soon heard the engines of the cargo boat fire up and they started to move. All through the night, they kept moving. They spent several days and nights at sea, with Adrianna turning eighteen during the course of the voyage.  Finally, the boat docked. They climbed onto the deck of the ship and ran off.

Both were quickly detained and interrogated by a security officer.  Grant explained the situation saying “We are on the run from the American law and I know you’re government harbors defectors.” He paused then continued “I will be charged with second degree murder, but I assure you it was all in self-defense.” Grant paused and then said, “And I assure we will not cause trouble on this island.” The guard said “Self defense, huh?  Tell me how it happened.”

Grant replied “Well I would love to. Three guys surrounded my Jeep, with my girlfriend in it. One punched my driver’s side window in and pulled me out. I thought quickly and struck him in his head with this flashlight, Grant showed him the 5 D sized Maglite. He fell to the ground and did not get back up. The next one tried to have his way with Adrianna and came in on the passenger seat and climbed on top of her. I started my engine gunned it and then crashed it into an oak tree, sending him through the windshield and into the tree, he didn’t get up. Finally I pretended to be injured in the crash as the third one came to me. He thought I was knocked out and was about to kill me when I again used this flashlight again and struck his windpipe. He fell to the ground and did not get up. I learned these tactics working in the maritime industry. The company I worked for supplies your island’s government with tactical gear.

Impressed the security officer replied “I assure both of you, do not worry about anything. Our government will not allow extradition. You are safe here. Furthermore are constantly looking for security forces. I would be more than happy for you to work under me.” He paused then continued, “You see, we have much trouble with pirates and insurgents, constantly trying to invade.”

Grant smiled and said, “My dad works for port security back in the States so I am that much more familiar with the trade.”

The officer continued, “I promise you top pay and protection from any foreign entity if you agree.” Grant nodded his head, then spoke, “Sure, I’ll take the job. What other choice do it have?” He then looked at Adrianna, and she smiled at him.

The security officer then looked at Adrianna and said, “And for you, young lady, we are in constant need of nursery workers.”

“Sure, I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” Adrianna answered.

“Good. Now both of you will be escorted to the refugee camp until a dwelling can be built for both of you.”

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