A summer day somewhere in the foothills of So. Calif. At a girls school, by the swimming pool, Three girls were relaxing in the sun. All three were clad in bikinis which didn’t leave much to the imagination. They all had figures that were worth showing off, well formed breasts, but not too excessive, slender waists and broad hips, but none of that fattiness in the abdomen that can look so bad on a girl. Margaret and Helen were slightly taller than the average 21 year old girl, standing about 5′ 10″- but Leslie was shorter about 5′ 6″, however she was the older of the bunch-23, and to be a senior this fall.
Suddenly, a clang of metal interrupted their sunbathing. They all looked towards the hills where the sound came from.
“Hey what’s going on up there?” asked Margaret. “I don’t know”, answered Helen. “Looks like they are putting up [ ...continue reading "Bedtime Story" ]
The tiny dorm singlet wasn’t as large or spacious as the old quad, but it only held one man and his belongings, so it didn’t have to be much more than cozy. The bed stretched from end to end of the narrow space, with barely enough room on the walls for two of the Roger Deans, and there was only a ratty old bathmat on the floor in place of Zero’s Persian rug, but the wires and cables festooning every spare inch of space and the speakers mounted on the walls were a sure sign that this was the Bandit’s home, unspoiled by Zero’s obsessive neatness. The lights were out and there was no sound in the room save the muffled hum of music through a pair of headphones and the dry, sandy whisper of an occasional word or disjointed phrase.
The Bandit was lying on his back on [ ...continue reading "Part 6 Early March "Bandit"" ]
“Oh, I don’t believe this! What the hell kind of bullshit are they shovelling here?” The Bandit threw down the newspaper disgustedly and kicked it into the corner with a curse. “Goddamned pseudo-juornalistic shits!” He punched his data card into the debit monitor as if he’d been punching the Arcadian’s editor, and grabbed a tray from the stack at the head of the heaterstack line as if he were grabbing her by the throat. His scowl did its duty; the other students at the dinner table kept their conversations to themselves, and nobody tried to talk to him. The empty dining hall was spotlessly clean, and the only sound was the rumble of the gathering crowd outside the double doors.
Finishing his dinner with the haste of the enraged, he picked up his tray and carried it back to the kitchen, throwing it on the dumper while he fired up the [ ...continue reading "PART 5: All Good Things "Bandit"" ]