No More Allowance


Due to the notice of some major grammar error and editing lacks this posting has been reedited.

 

No More Allowance

 

Chapter 6

 

 

In the morning, the first thing on his mind was that he was taking Laura on a date that night. He picked up his clothes from the night before and remembered his Uncle Rick had him sign a receipt for some money. There it was in his pocket two hundred dollars in twenties. He had been so tired last night he had been lucky to find his pockets to put the money in.

 

Today, he got his billfold out and put the money away. He felt good, so he got out a pair of dressy casual slacks and a matching polo shirt. After adding a light windbreaker he was ready. His homework was in the printer output tray. He picked it up, folded it carefully, and placed it in his backpack.

 

In the breakfast nook off the kitchen, he sat down as his mother set a plate of food in front of him.

“You’re looking nice today Carl.”

“Thanks Mom.”

“What’s up for day?”

“The furniture delivery is coming today, a lot of it. You’re getting a new bed set, a computer workstation for your PC, printer and scanner. I want to put a table and a couple of easy chairs in there, too. Some book cases, and also a large screen TV.”

“But Mom, can we afford it?”

“Yes dear, we have made out like bandits these last couple of weeks. Turns out that our insurance company had received certified copies of all the state and federal inspection of our home. That was before they denied us our money.”

 

“When the attorney your dad was talking to in Tulsa heard that. he filed a law suit for fraudulent practice. They have agreed to a full payment plus 25% as penalty. The lawyer said he settled for the penalty. So we got the full amount, paying off the mortgage took less than a third of the payment, so we got two-thirds of the insurance money as ours. “

 

“Then there’s the fact that our new house payment is forty percent of what we had been to paying! We are actually making money off the old house. Oh, we are carrying enough insurance to actually rebuild this house if anything happens to it; plus renter insurance on our personal property.”

 

“Well I guess that’s good. Ehg Mom.”

His mother turned to look at him then she grinned. “Tonight is you date night right?”

“Yeah, it is.” He answered distracted for a minute.”

 

“Well, then I know we forgot to give you your allowance this last month. I will have it for you when you get home tonight.”

“Mom, that not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, what then?”

 

“Uncle Rick had me signed for some money last night. He gave me two hundred dollars.”

 

His mother stood there for a moment then she turned the stove off and set her cooking utensils down. Then she pulled out her cell phone and pushed a speed dial button.

 

“Clara, I need to speak with Rick is he there?—- Hi Rick, Carl was just telling me that you gave him two hundred dollars last night.— Okay we’ll wait.” She hung up the cell phone slipping it back into her pants pocket.

 

“Your Uncle Rick said he’d be right over. I don’t like that. It seems as if he doesn’t want Clara to hear what he has to say.”

 

“Well Mom gets your food over here and eats. That is one thing out of the way when he arrives.”

“Where is dad?”

“He left early wants to get to work early so he can make sure everything in his office is done, and leave early. Then we’ll be free to help you out tonight.”

 

They sat quietly finishing up their breakfast and then clearing the table and stove. Then she made a pot of coffee. The front doorbell rang and Carl went to answer it. He let his Uncle in the house. Uncle Rick looked like he always did.

 

“Grace you are looking good.” He pecked her on the cheek. Then he looked back at Carl. “You too kid, very good.”

Mom directed them to the den where she had a table and three chairs waiting. She sat down and waited for us to sit. “Okay, Rick what is up?”

 

“Grace, nothing really it’s just that Clara does not understand business. Every since we’ve been married, she acts like we are going to end up in the poor house any day. I have tried to explain what I do, and how much I make, but every time she hears I spent a thousand here or there she has a fit!”

 

“Well why do you spend a thousand here and there anyway?”

“To make more thousands, there and more here.”

 

“Listen Grace, last night I picked up a Caterpillar Excavator, I spent like $20,000 dollars for it; that’s salvage value for metal price. By that, I mean if I take it apart I can get that much out of it for parts and just the metal. But that’s not what I do. I will spend even more money to get it up and running. My plan was to sell it for around $60,000; I would double the money I spent.”

 

“But that not what I’m going to do now. I placed a picture of the machine on eBay last night, with a quick buy price of $150,000. It was taken as of 8:00 this morning.

 

“Okay, but my question has to do with you giving Carl here two hundred dollars last night.”

 

“I did not give him two hundred dollars. I let him draw on his earnings, two hundred dollars. You see he’s the reason I got $150,000 this morning for the machine. He moved the Cat to the warehouse last night that was a $2,500 dollar job by itself. And I would have been lucky to get it done for that amount!”

“Then he saved me another $10,000 I had earmarked for fixing up the Cat. Instead of getting $60,000 I made $90,000 more than I planned. So I take out the expense of $25,000, I made a $125,000 dollars; the papers you signed the other day made him a minor partner in a LLC; he gets 49% I get 51%, so let’s just say he has $61,000 dollars he has earned and last night he drew out $200.”

 

“Are you joking Rick?”

 

“No; I could never explain this over the phone with Clara behind me screaming about going to the poor house. Carl, every time I do a deal like this I have set 10% aside in a trust for Peggy when she turns 18. So last night you made like $6,250 for Peggy and she doesn’t even know it.”

 

“Now, anything else Grace?”

“No I guess not Rick.”

“Well I’ve got to run; the haulers will be at the warehouse by 10:30 to pick up the Cat.”

 

Carl was sitting there with a slight case of shock. He had made $61,000 last night. He had thought two hundred was a lot of money.

 

“Well, Carl, it looks like your days of getting an allowance are over.” his mother said.

 

“Mom! What am I going to do with that kind of money?”

“Now? Save it. Your Uncle spent $20,000 up front to get the chance to make more money. I understand why Clara is scared. She has never understood anything about business.”

 

“Now, some of your money will be used for the next purchase of things to sale. If it costs $20,000, then $10,000 will come from your $61,000 so you will only have $40,000 left to draw on. I remember now what the bylaws said. He took the first risk for the company but now you will share equally in the risk and rewards.”

“Also, there will be money there to buy your car when you get a license.”

“Oh Wow my own car!”

“Carl have you ever heard the expression that ‘Money talks but doesn’t sang or dance’?”

“No Mom, what does that means?” Absently as he visualized the car he would buy.

“Well, you can imagine the attention if money jumped up and started singing and dancing down the streets. Soon everybody would be out there trying to grab it. So money doesn’t sing or dance, it does not attract attention to itself. So when you buy a car, you do not buy one that everybody will look at and point at. A nice strong and safe car is what you will buy.”

“Oh Mom!”

She sat there looking at Carl.

He slowly began to nod his head. “Let’s get you to school”, She said.

 

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It was a nice day in school. No dumb jocks, easy lessons that he sailed through, and Laura everywhere he went; a very nice day. Today the Physics teacher’s lecture was over speculation in Physics. Carl noted the fields he mentioned, warp fields, anti-gravity, lasers, Quantum entanglement, and Casimir effects almost all of which he had used with his ‘magic’.

 

One of the things he had found out about Laura was she was just as enthused with science as he was. She was more into chemistry than Physics, but saw that in some ways they were connected. Chemicals were held together by physics principles. And the field she was interested in was Nanotechnology.

That was almost the ultimate merging of Chemistry and Physics.

 

As they were waiting for his mother to pick them up, one of the juniors that played football came over to the bench they were sitting on.

“Are you Carl Black?”

Carl looked the guy over; he had seen him around mainly at Pep rally before a game. He was not as obnoxious as other members of the team.

“Yes, that me.”

“Guy, listen I’m not here; some of the other guys are blaming you for losing our first string offensive line. There’s talk that they are going to get even. So be careful.”

With that he turned and walked away.

“Carl? What was that about?”

“Remember those guys who fell down and got suspended from school. That was our first string offensive line. They jumped me earlier in the year before we really met.”

 

“They were going to try it again in the hall there when they lost their pants. They are blaming me for their suspension.”

 

“That’s crazy!” Laura said.

“Yes it is, but then, so are they. It must be from hitting their heads so much playing football.”

 

His mother drove up then so they quit talking about primitive primates.

 

That evening his mother drove him to pick up Laura at her house. He got out of the car; and walked up to the door, and rang the bell.

The door opened and a very large man stood there looking him over.

“Are you Carl? Come in.” he stepped out of the way.

Carl stepped past him as he closed the door behind them. Laura came tripping into the room/

“Carl, you’re looking good!”

“Laura, that’s what I’m supposed to say to you. Now it will look like I’m imitating you. But Laura, you are looking great.”

She was looking great; the dress wasn’t as fancy as a party dress, but it was very nice. She was wearing a light coat of makeup. In her hand, she carried a clutch purse and a light sweater in case the night got too chilly, which it would soon. It was mid fall, and the weather fluctuated from warm to chill day to day.

 

As he escorted her to the door, her mother called from behind them. “Let me see you one more time.”

They turned and her mother took their picture.

“Have fun but be careful.” Her father said as he close the door behind them.

 

His Mom drove them to Tucks, where Carl had made reservations. Tucks was a very nice restaurant that specialized in American food. Nowhere as upscale as La Chevez, or Gutenfuze, two restaurants that specialized in European style cooking.

He knew from their conversation that Laura loved seafood, so he was sure she would like the food they served here.

 

Carl didn’t really notice his food, he simply ate it while talking with Laura. He knew he had ordered a seafood platter that was almost like a plate of appetizers.

Then his phone beeped; he had forgotten about his new cell phone. Pulling it out Carl answered it.

“Carl, your dad here, I’m heading your way.”

“Thanks Dad!”

He looked around; the plates had been removed and all that remain on the table were their drink glasses.

A folder was sitting right next to him. He opened it and looked at the ticket. Egh! The meal came to $33.95. He pulled his wallet out and put two twenties inside the folder.

 

“My Dad is on the way to take us to the movies. So I guess we should go out front and wait for him.”

 

With that, he stood, and pulled her chair out so that she could stand up. As he shoved the chair back under the table, he noticed the smiles on people’s faces all around the dining room. One elderly lady was almost grinning she winked at him and nodded.

 

The waitress appeared and opened the folder seeing the two twenties, she smiled also.

“Hope you had a great time, please come again.”

 

They stepped outside the restaurant and he helped her slip her sweater on. The temperature had dropped, and a light breeze was blowing. His Dad drove his car up in front of them.

 

Newton theatre was the main one in their part of the metropolex. People, and on Friday, a lot of teenagers came from all the small towns around Tulsa to this complex. It had twenty screens so there were a lot of choices. Few people even worried about what they were going to see until they arrived. That meant lots of lines not moving as people examine the marquee to see what was showing.

 

It hit Carl at that moment; they had never discussed the movies they liked. He did not think she would like the action type that he did. He reached over and grasped her hand where it rested on his arm.

“Well Laura, what are we going to see?”

“That is going to be a hard choice they are showing four older movies, plus eight new ones. I didn’t get to see that ‘Easy A’ when it first came out. Nor the ‘Let Me In!’”

“Well the ‘Easy A’ is humorous but ‘Let Me In’ is a vampire movie, and not one of the romantic ones.”

“Ehg, no not that then, well we could see one of the new ones.”

Carl started to smile. “Did you see the ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ when it came out?”

“No I didn’t.”

“So then let see it. Then later, we can rent the DVD of the ‘Easy A’ and sometime see it at my house.” Carl said.

“Okay let do that.”

Carl led her to the empty space in front of the ticket window. He was putting a twenty in the slot as he said “Two for Diary of a Wimpy Kid.” At that moment, he got shoved completely into Laura and almost knocked her down.

 

Helping her to stand upright, he turned and spotted the three football players smirking at him. He stepped in front of Laura. Leaning toward the box office slot he said.

“Get the manager and call the police; I’m charging these three with assault and attempting to rob me. Your cameras should show it all.”

“What!” The one in front screamed. “You attacked us.”

“Oh, I just stepped up here, ordered two tickets, handed my money to the person behind the window, and then assaulted you by falling on my girl friend here. Yeah. That’s very believable. They’ll want to run drug tests on you three. It’s obvious that you’re doped out of your minds.”

The door behind the booth open and a man wearing a suit stepped in. He looked at Carl and the girl gripping his arm. Then he looked at the three hulks glaring at him. Nobody outside the booth could hear what he and the clerk was saying. Then he turned and exited the booth; then he came out the theater door.

He did not even look at Carl, but stepped right up to the three football players.

“The whole business of attacking this customer from his rear is recorded. The police are on the way. When you did that he had his wallet in his hand and had just placed money in the slot. Let me tell you what it looked like on the play back; it looked like you were attacking him to rob him. Now, if you look behind you, that’s Sgt. Wilson; he is our night security, he is also an off duty police officer, so I would not make anymore moves if I were you.”

 

“You three! Hands on your head then slowly kneel. You will maintain that position until those police cars you hear in the distance get here.”

 

The manager said one more thing to them.

“Your pictures will be printed up and posted in every box office in the metropolex as ‘Unwanted in Theatre’. So don’t come back. This is official notice you will be charged with unlawful trespassing if you are found on Theatre property in the future.”

 

He turned to Carl and handed him the two tickets. They entered the theatre.

“Laura I’m sorry, I never expected anything like that.”

“Carl, you have nothing to apologize for, it was those apes that were in the wrong.”

Carl examined his tickets; there were two additional coupons behind the tickets. Free sodas and popcorn!

 

The movie was absolutely silly, stupid and very funny. They laughed and joke, drinked their sodas and ate their popcorn. Carl had an amazing time. Then at the end he turned to Laura and bend to kiss her forehead. She would have nothing to do with that, as her arms went around his neck and pulled him down to her mouth. At first it was tentatively feeling around with their lips, but finally they got fitted together.

 

The world went away. The hugged each other, holding their kiss for what seemed like forever. Finally, Carl felt a nudge on his shoulder and broke his kiss looking around the auditorium was lit up and one of the ushers was grinning at him.

“Sorry, but we have to clean up for the midnight show.”

“Midnight shows? MIDNIGHT?” He quickly checked his watch and saw that the time was 11:20. “Oh my god, Laura it’s almost 11:30. My Dad must be looking for us.”

 

They got out of their seat and hurried to the lobby. There standing at the front, his Dad was talking to the manager.

 

“Sorry Dad we kind of fell asleep in there. The Usher just woke us up so he could clean the place up.”

 

The manager had turned when Carl had begun speaking to his Dad and was now standing there with a grin on his face.

 

“Yes, I have seen that happen a lot in my Career. People fall asleep all the time.”

His Dad looked at him with a question on his face, then he looked at Laura and his eyebrows rose. Carl then looked at Laura in the light and choked. Her lipstick was smeared all over her face. He did not hesitate but rotated her around and walked her to the ladies room. She gave him a funny looked but went into the restroom.

 

A minute later he heard a loud ‘eek’ from inside. When she finally came back out she had wiped all of the lipstick and smoothed her makeup around. Her face was a little red, but she then handed him a couple of damp hand wipes.

“Wipe your face off.” She said.

Carl did not hesitate, he began scrubbing at his face.

They then turned and rejoined his father who was still talking with the manager.

“Come again soon.” The manager said as they exited the theatre.

 

His Dad drove up in front of Laura house at 11:40. Carl got out walked her to the door. As they stepped up to the door it opened, and her father stood there with a frown on his face.

“Sir, I am sorry, but we got out late at the theatre. I didn’t know how late until we were in my Dad’s car an on the way.”

He looked him over and then looked Laura over; her father noted how she was clinging to his arm for support.

“Next time call. We were getting worried.”

“Yes sir, I will need to get your home phone numbers and cell numbers so we will never be out of touch.”

“Good Idea.” He turned and walked further into the house, leaving them in the doorway.

Laura turned and grabbed his neck to once more give him a real kiss. This time Carl kept his awareness and broke the kiss with a big smile.

“See you later Laura!”

He skipped all the way back to his father’s car.

“Carl, I know you will not want to listen but please do. Take it easy. Both of you are new at this. So don’t push and don’t be pushed. Let it come easy don’t let hormones and lust get in the way of a great friendship. Think! Life is a long road; you sure don’t want to start down the wrong path. Remember, it’s her life too.”

 

“Egh, I am not sure what you are saying.”

“Okay, if you continue to see Laura, and go out with her, you’re going to have a lot of alone time with her. Kissing and petting can lead you further and further into doing more things. Remember it’s both of your responsibility to be sure that both of you are protected. You never leave the house without a condom.”

 

“I will talk to your mother who I am sure will talk to your young lady.”
“Aw Dad…”

“Don’t worry, your mother will just love doing this, she always wanted a second child; a girl, in fact.”

Carl kept his mouth shut; he remembered the conversation in the Hospital when she told the Homeland Agents she could not have another child.

 

Saturday morning he was up early, for him, and for a Saturday. He went through the kitchen like a speed racer, a bagel in the toaster, and glass of orange juice in a driving mug. Then he slapped some butter and Jam on the bagel and was sitting in the garage with the door open waiting for his Uncle.

 

He drove up before 7:00, Carl climbed in eager for the trip. “Where’re we going today?”

 

“Ft. Smith, Arkansas it’s about 140 miles one way. The trip will take us about six hours round trip. It’s another Caterpillar a larger one this time. It’s partially disassembled; got a real good price on it.

“Uncle Rick I don’t want anybody to see me doing magic. It would be bad if they tried to track me down. There are more idiots’ then smart people in the world. You think someone seeing someone else perform magic would leave them along.”

 

“I always thought that the Salem witch trial were proof positive that they were not witches. I mean if you could do magic there ain’t no way they should be able to hang, burn of drown them.”

 

“I know what I have done to protect me and my family. Uncle Rick, you really don’t want to know what will happen to anybody that comes after Peggy’s family.”

 

“She’s just a little girl!” Uncle Rick insisted.

 

“You just saw her Star Trek shields; you didn’t see her ship’s phasers or photon torpedoes.”

 

“So to help prevent any such incident I want you to stop at an Army and Navy store before we go to get that Caterpillar. No, let’s make that a costume store.”

 

A couple of hours later, on the edge of Ft. Smith they found a costume store.  Uncle Rick followed him around as he browsed through the thousands of costumes.

 

“Carl aren’t these too small for you?”

“Size doesn’t matter, it’s the similarity to reality that is important. I just need the symbol. The shopping cart was slowly filling up with the individual items he had been tossing into the basket. The store was also a toy store. When questioned, the manager admitted that they switched over to Christmas items after the Halloween season was over.

 

Uncle Rick paid with a debit card. When they tried to find a cheap motel room they were out of luck, there was a convention of some kind in town and all the lower cost rooms were taken. They finally settled on a suite at an upscale hotel. 

 

“Sorry about this Uncle Rick.”

“Carl, don’t worry. You’re the master of magic here; if you think this is necessary, then we go for it. I find the deals, the items to get and sell. See, a perfect partnership.”

 

Carl set up a working area where the tables and chairs were placed. First to test the concept he got the toy light saber out. Taking it out the package, he laid it on the table. Then he read the description of the toy. He had never played with one when he was younger, at that early of an age he was already messing with chemistry sets.

 

He removed the battery space cover. Then he examined the LED light source that lighted up the inside of the plastic blade.

 

“Hun, I could make a better toy then this!”

 

“Oh?” his Uncle said.

 

Carl absently said, “Yeah.”

He laid that on the bed and went to the next toy, a space or battle helmet. He gave it a only glance, then laid it to the side. The next thing he picked up was a knight’s helm he examined it closely. Hum, not bad; a good replica even if done in plastic.

 

Carl looked around; his uncle had gone into the second room, stretched out on the bed, and fallen to sleep.

 

Carl took a roll of white wrapping paper he had purchased, and cut off enough to cover the table. Then he used his markers to make a circle and a pentacle inside the circle. He folded up one of the costumes that was all silvery gray and placed it in the center of the circle.

 

He pointed his finger at each point of the pentacle where they touched the circle; above each, miniature suns appeared, each one a different color. Three times he said the spell he had created.  He felt as if space itself was warping, as all the suns flared up, and then settled back. He snapped his fingers, and the suns were gone.

 

He reached into the circle and picked up the costume he had laid there. It was definitely not the costume he had put there. Shaking it out, it opened up, and he was holding a suit of silver gray material, that while feeling light, was very substantial. It had Velcro like tabs that peeled back easily. He stripped out of his clothing and stood there completely nude.

 

Folding back the upper part of the garment he stepped into it. The bottom of the legs had what looked almost like booties. His feet slid into them easily. Then his arms went down the sleeves that had gloves at the end. His hands easily went into the gloves, which then shrank to skin tight, as the booties had done previously.

 

Carl then pulled the shoulders up, and as he reached to close the Velcro closures they did it themselves.  He turned to face the mirror, and saw that he was completely enclosed; including a hood over his head that was skin tight everywhere. There on his chest was a large letter ‘Q’.

 

He felt perfectly comfortable. He twisted and stretched; the material did not bind or bunch up anywhere it felt almost like his skin. He strode around the sitting area and spotted something on the table. In the center was a piece of plastic. He picked it up; it appeared to be a transparent plastic mask. He held it up to his face to look through it. Where the edge of the mask touched the hood, the material of the hood closed over it. Letting go he turned to look in the mirror.

 

His face was completely blank, nothing showed through it. Next he put the light saber in the circle, followed by a belt that was supposed to have all kinds of goodies on it. When he was through, he stood in front of the mirror in his ‘Q’ suit, with the short handle of a light saber hanging from the belt.

 

He was a little scared to test what he was wearing in the Hotel. If they worked, he could destroy the hotel; if no success, and then he was going to be embarrassed. He kept looking at the large ‘Q’ on the chest, “What did that mean?” Nothing in his visualization equaled that ‘Q’.

 

He absently picked up the knight’s helm and put it on. As he let go, the hood of his clothes flowed up and over the helm. He could feel the helm changing. He looked at the mirror once more; now the hood had disappeared.  His head was now encased in what appeared to be a glass helm, except that his face was still not visible.

 

Though the helm appeared to be completely air tight he was having no difficulty breathing.

 

“What the hell!” He twisted completely around facing the door to the bedroom his Uncle had been sleeping in. There stood his Uncle Rick, bug-eyed with surprise. Carl froze.

 

He was looking straight into his uncle face which was impossible his Uncle was six feet tall, while Carl was only five feet nine inches.

 

“Who the hell are you? Where’s my nephew Carl?” With that he started straight for Carl.

Carl threw up his hand and said, “Stop.”

 

His Uncle Rick came to a dead stop. He tried to move; his arms and hands moved, but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor.

 

“What!”

Carl was thinking quickly, he needed to let his uncle know that this was him. With that though the helm swung up and folded itself down his back.

 

“Carl? Is that you?”

His Uncle asked tentatively, his eyes were going from Carl’s feet to his head.

 

“Yeah Uncle Rick it’s me.”

 

He was still staring at Carl.

 

“Well I understand the ‘Q’ at least if nothing else.”

“You understand the ‘Q’? What does it mean?”

 

There was a pause, and then his Uncle said what he thought.

“’Q’ for question, like what the fuck happen while I was asleep?”

 

“Oh, I used those things we bought, and did some magic to them. I don’t know for sure what all I have here. I think that I let my visualization run wild.”

 

“Well then what do we do next?”

“I need to go somewhere and test them.”

His Uncle thought for awhile, “I know a place. It’s an old rock quarry on private land. I know the owner; if I can contact him, he will let us go there, and you can test away.”

 

“Okay that sounds like what we need.”

His uncle pulled out his cell phone and stated phoning.

Carl set down where he had left his clothes and started putting them on over his costume. After he was fully dressed in normal clothes, and had put his work shoes on over the booties, he did not feel a bit uncomfortable. No over-heating or tight clothes, or anything; he felt as if he was just normally dressed.

 

His Uncle turned and did a double take. “Where’s the costume?” he asked looking around for it.

“I have it on underneath my clothing.”

 

“Well I contacted my old acquaintance. He said go on out, that the key to the padlock was hidden in a hollow rock on the right side of the gate.”

 

In the morning, they got up and check out of the hotel. The things they had bought, in addition to those he had used, they dumped in the trunk bed. It was a thirty minute drive to the old quarry.


Carl stripped out of his regular clothes when they got there, standing in the booties. He reached for the folded down hood. But before he could touch it the helm unfolded and was once more encasing his head.

 

“Uncle Rick can you hear me?”

“Sure I can hear you why…” He had turn toward him and now noticed Carl was once more fully covered in the costume.

Carl turned to face toward the quarry and the hill which had been torn open to mine for gravel. He pulled out the light saber, and pointed it toward the hill, and pressed the button on the hilt; a solid shaft of light slowly extended itself from the hilt until it hit the rock face.

 

A loud crackling sound was emitted by the rock as it shattered and fell down the face. He moved the saber across, then down and across the back, up, and a large rectangular area of rock fell out of the cliff.

 

Next, Carl simply pointed, a stream of fire leapt from his finger and blew large holes in the rock face. Rock shattered and the air was full of shrapnel. Carl saw a more than one piece headed their way; without thought, he stepped in front of his Uncle, covering him with his own body. He felt the thuds as the shrapnel hit him. But he never budged from his position. When it was over, he quickly checked his Uncle quickly to be sure he was okay. Not a single piece had been able to penetrate his costume or knock him down.

 

 

 

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My thanks to TxAgBand59 for his editing and proofing help. But the final results are mine and all criticism should be loaded onto my shoulders.

 

 

© Virgil Lee Fuqua III and ‘vlfouquet.wordpress’, 2008-2011. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Vlfouquet and Virgil Lee Fuqua III with appropriate and specific direction to the original contents.

 

 

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I was born on 2/7/1947 making me 64 right now, a veteran of the USMC. I am semi blind in my left eye and blind in my right eye. Have diabetis, hypertension, three ruptured cervical disc, right leg inch and a half shorter then my left. I live on veteran non-service disablity, And the Republican want to cut back on all government pension. I said hang every other politican in office. In my writing I have used like 4 different names, Virgil L. Fuqua III, V.L.Fuqua, V.L.Fouquet, and vlfouquet
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4 Responses to No More Allowance

  1. Jake Zalewski says:

    Excellent! From my own Old memories I can remember an incident Just like his date, getting caught with lipstick awry. GOD was that embarrassing!! Of course at the age of 11-12 EVERYTHING involving anything that might have to do with sex was.

    I like his idea for the armor & weapons. The ones I would have had in mind would have been Far more difficult to hide, the command suit that Mike O’Neal was given in John Ringo’s Aldenata series of books.

  2. Jake Zalewski says:

    True about the suit, magic can be fun if it works. At his age & earlier I had a book that was my favorite that would have stuck out in my mind if thinking of armor. “Starship Troopers” by Robert Heinlein, the Command suit of the Mobile Infantry. Back then I was split between Sci-fi & Fantasy.

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