Good Medicine Sophomore YearChapter 2 Mik and Jos
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Several authors are coming out with stories based on the song, ‘This Bed Of Rose’s.’ There are two main versions of this song, one by Tanya Tucker with the main character (other than Rose) being a young girl and a version by The Statler Brothers with the main character a young man. Having a choice of male or female for the main character offers many options for variations in the story line.
The genesis of this story was an exchange of emails between Josephus and I and we decided it would be fun to have stories written by different authors based on the same starting story source, released at more or less the same time. We quickly added techsan and each of us invited two additional authors to participate. We hope you enjoy the stories coming out of this ‘invitational challenge.’
Regards, Dynamite Jack
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‘I don’t give handouts to street bums, but I know how you can earn a fast twenty-five if you’re hungry enough, Dick.’
There it was, my name isn’t Dick. I’d known it was possible but it still made my stomach turn to think that I’d sunk to contemplating becoming a male prostitute.
I heard a female voice behind me. ‘Why, Councilman Shultz, you’ve never offered me less than a fifty, and paid for a hotel room. If you’ve decided to work the other side of the street, do you really want to be cheap about it, and on a fine Sunday morning too?’
I turned to look at the attractive woman who’d just announced she was a whore. I didn’t know if I should be grateful or angry. In my heart I didn’t think I could go through with it, but I was awfully hungry. I hadn’t had a full meal in almost three days. The woman shot me a glance, and I couldn’t read her expression.
As I stood, she examined me closely. ‘This boy looks mighty hungry, you sure you want him nibbling on your tube steak? Besides, they still might not impeach Nixon, but…’
He pulled a hundred from a fat wad, looked right at Rose, and said, ‘I’m still drunk from last night. Why don’t you take the boy for breakfast, you can keep the change. Rose, you won’t have to mention this to anyone, will you?’
Rose smiled as she said, ‘You know I’m the soul of discretion, I never talk about my customers, and you’re still one of my regulars, aren’t you?’
‘Sure, Rose, next time my wife’s out of town I’ll give you a call,’ he mumbled before he hurried off.
I’d seen my share of hookers since I’d been put in the foster care system at eight, and I’d seen even more in the three weeks since I’d been given a hundred dollars, my clothes, and the system’s hardy well-wishes the day after my eighteenth birthday. Now I was on my own, with no place to sleep and no money. Between scholarships and student loans I had enough to pay for books, tuition and fees for my first year at State. I just needed to find a way to live and eat while I went to school. With my advanced placement courses and the courses I’d tested out of, I was going to be starting with 42 hours, a sophomore.
I’d done everything I could to find a job, but in a college town with more students than townies, jobs didn’t grow on trees, and this was a slow time for the economy. What jobs were available were impossible for me with my lupus. Yeah, I know, almost all the people with lupus are female, but that just makes it harder on guys like me. For those that don’t know, lupus is an autoimmune disease, sort of the opposite of AIDS where the immune system begins to attack itself. That results in inflammation, and eventually tissue damage.
I watched my would-be customer turn a corner and turned back to the woman named Rose.
‘Thanks…’
‘Don’t thank me. I just didn’t want to lose one of my better customers.’
My stomach rumbled. ‘Well thanks anyway, I’m awfully hungry but I guess I’m not hungry enough for tube steak, are you going to buy me breakfast or keep that all for yourself?’
She smiled, hooked her arm in mine, and led me to a Village Inn where she ordered breakfast for me. While we waited she pulled my life story out of me… Parents killed in a car accident on New Years Eve. Dad was over the legal limit and the insurance company refused to pay. I didn’t have any relatives and I went into foster care. I didn’t like it and bounced around every few months.
Finally a biology teacher took me under his wing and I fell in love with school. He got married, left teaching, and moved to Europe with a new job and a fat paycheck. I’d lost track of him but I started doing well in all my courses. I still didn’t get along with my foster families, a kid with lupus will put a strain on any family. Still, I hadn’t understood the consequences until I was kicked out of the system.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and was close to tears when the waitress brought my food. Rose pulled the plate from in front of me and said, ‘Stop blubbering like a child. You made your bed, don’t start complaining that it’s got lumps in it. God gave you a hill to climb, a place where you could stand above the crowd, and all you’ve done is complain that no one will carry you to the top! Climbing hills is what gives you the muscles to conquer mountains, boy!
‘Stand on you own hind legs like the man you’re supposed to be. Hell, you could join the Army tomorrow and they’d take care of you until you shipped out.’
I couldn’t keep the whine out of my voice, ‘No, I can’t. The army won’t take me. My lupus is mild, but I do have photosensitivity. I’ll never be able to work outside. If I can work a scam to get room and board, I’ll be a doctor in six years. Then I’ll be on easy street.’
‘I thought college and med school took eight years.’
‘It does, but with the hours they’re giving me, I can get out of college in two. I’ll have to take 20 hours a semester and go all summer, but the sooner I get out the sooner I stop running up bills and start making real money’
Rose looked thoughtful, ‘So all you need is room and board? You and I might be able to work something out.’
I took a deep breath as she pushed the plate back in front of me. I’d already decided that no matter what happened I wouldn’t put myself where I’d be tempted to break the law again. An arrest record would keep me out of med school and that was my ticket out of this hell I was living in.
‘I’m sorry Rose, but I don’t want to make my money on the streets. I don’t know what you need, but I can’t fall out if I’m going to med school. There has to be a legal way to…’
‘I’m talking about a very legal job. I have a special-needs child and I need someone to take care of him while I’m working. It won’t pay much, but it will give you room and board and there’s nothing illegal in that.’
I could feel my heart pounding, I knew there was probably a hook that I wouldn’t like. If the system had taught me anything, it was that nothing comes without a price, and generally a price higher than you wanted to pay.
‘Just how special are his needs, and how old is he?’
Rose dug in her purse and pulled out a picture of a cute boy in a wheelchair. ‘What’s wrong with him?’
I couldn’t miss the pain in Rose’s face. ‘He was born with spina bifida six years ago. I didn’t know my husband had started doing heavy drugs until Scott was born. He took off while I was still in the hospital, and died of an overdose before I could find him. We didn’t have any insurance and Scott is going to need special surgeries until he’s an adult. Working as a whore is the only way I can make enough to get Scott what he needs.’
I looked down at my plate, I didn’t recall eating anything, but all that was left was the extra syrup for the pancakes that came with the eggs and sausage. I licked my lips, and while I was trying to decide what I should do about her offer, Rose signaled the waitress and ordered a chicken and cheese omelet for me.
I didn’t say anything while I waited. My mind was going a million miles an hour, the job mi
ght be honest, but the money wasn’t. Finally, I snorted. I’d been awfully tempted just a few minutes ago to cross that street. I wasn’t in any position to throw stones.
‘All I’ll need to do is take care of the kid? I won’t be getting involved with your business? You don’t work out of your house or anything do you?’
‘No, I don’t work out of my house. It’s not much of a house, I need to save every penny for Scott. Look, why don’t you come with me and check it out. If you don’t like it, what have your lost?’
When we got to her house, what I saw was a two-room efficiency. The bed was the pull-out kind and the closet was bigger than the bathroom. The second room was just barely big enough for the special hospital bed.
Rose saw my expression. ‘You’ll sleep in my bed at night, I won’t be here. You will not sleep in it when I’m here during the day. If this works out, maybe I can find something a little bigger. Scott’s in the hospital now. He had another surgery. He’ll be there for another three days. That’ll give you time to settle in.’
She paused, looked hard at me, and seemed to make a decision. ‘I’ve only been arrested once. The judge and the cops know why I do what I do. I’m an honest whore, but I’m bound to get caught up in a sweep again before too long. I will plead guilty and I’ll probably do 30 to 90 days in county jail. Our county is smart enough to know you can’t fine a whore as much as jail time will cost her. I’ve got money set back to cover Scott’s expenses when that happens. I’ll make sure I put back enough to cover you too, but if you don’t take good care of Scott, there won’t be any excuse that’ll keep me from ripping you apart. Is that clear? If you play it straight, this will work for both of us. If you try to rip me off, I’ll make you sorry you were ever born.’
I thought about it and then said, ‘What happens if he gets sick or needs to go to the hospital while you’re locked up. I presume you don’t want child protective services to know you have a kid… they’ll take him from you, but how am I supposed to manage something like that?’
‘Old Miss Holster across the street has my power of attorney. She can’t take care of Scott, but she’ll sign anything that needs signing.’
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Her face started to tingle as she felt my warm breath and soft lips on her face. As I shut the door she went to the kitchen to place the roses in a vase asking me, "How long are you going to be here?" I replied "I don’t know. I only bought a one-way ticket." Her heart dropped as I said that. Could John be the one she thought? John had traveled hundreds of miles just to see her for the first time. How did she find such a sweet romantic guy like him? Could this be true love? As all of...
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This is a work of fiction... I love Stephen with all my heart. He is sexy and sweet. He has a cute patch of stubble, and a button nose. His voice turns me on so much that I feel moisture trickling down my thigh. He is my soul mate. He is not my boyfriend! He sits behind me in my lectures, so close that I can smell the exact brand of aftershave he is wearing. I am meant to be listening to the lecturer but I can only think about him , his body and his personality. We were meant for each other,...
Straight Sex"Withered roses, forget, what they wept for day after day." I was an author. Not someone special no, but I guess for whatever reason, God gave me a special task. It was in November I started writing this book. It was something I thought the girls at my book club would like. Chapter 1 His name was Aaron. He was young man. Thin, but strong, or should I say strong boned. He lived with his two parents. His father was going old and senile. His mother was young and very concerned...
Even with the worries over the pain in Harry's lower back, the young women were feeling a sense of relief, an easing of the worry and fear they'd been living under since the attack. They were finally convinced that given time to heal, Harry was going to be okay. The men that had hurt him had been dealt with and no one had any doubt that Benjamin Sapperstein was living on borrowed time. Nicki'd gone to take a nap, so Carol and Kelly had wasted no time getting naked and falling into each...
Saturday 10/14/06 10:00 AM "Rise and shine, Master, Mistress, subbies galore!" rasped Dayna. "In two hours Dommi will be here to discuss scheduling." "She can fuckin' join us in bed," Carol said from under the covers. "So will Nancy Velacourt," Dayna continued. "She can definitely join us in bed," Harry said in a muffled voice. "Nope, she likes little oriental girls, you don't qualify," Dayna said. "Dammit." Harry's head came out from under the covers, and he grabbed a...
Thanks to Private_Label and Black Tulip for the suggestions and their time. July 1916 I knew how much time I had left to enjoy before I went to France. I had what remained of this day, tomorrow and the two nights that separated the daylight hours. That was it and then I’d be off to God knew what. Feeling pensive I stood at the side of the track and looked down at the houses crammed together side by side, the town of my boyhood, the town where I was born. I looked down at the grey sided...
Picture the scene rose petals on the bed, Scented candles. Soft music playing. I would like to shower with you, then dry you off and lay you face down on the bed, then slowly start massaging your feet and legs then your thighs, and around your lower back area. Then I would work my way up to your back & shoulders and neck slowly rubbing all the muscles loosening you up. Then I would have you turn over and start moving my way down to your breasts cupping them softly in my hands, sucking on...
Watching Blackwall and Josephine dance around each other for months had begun to really, seriously piss me off. It was obvious the pair were attracted to each other, and despite all of his lies, she had forgiven him. I thought they may even be in love. But despite that, they continued to deny what they felt, refusing to be together on the basis that Josephine's social status was too far above that of a mere Inquisition soldier. It pissed me off. What did social status matter in love? I...
This is the story of my first one night stand. I had had 2 long term girlfriends but had split from the last one about 8 months before this incident. I had been working in London with a team of about 10 people, 2 were women. As we were all on short contracts of only 3 months and none of us lived in London (most coming from Oxford, and I from Birmingham) our employers put us up in a low quality hotel in east London for Monday-Thursday nights, with the team being driven back to oxford on Friday...
First up on the stage was House Risotti, and people could say what they wanted about Veronika, but she wasn't in the least afraid to put her subs' genitalia in danger for the sake of a show. It was obvious, watching One, Two, Three and Four up in the air, suspended by elastic straps, that it wasn't their first time. While they weren't as brilliant, gifted and well-trained as Cirque du Soleil, they had skills in the air that most of their audience wouldn't have even dreamed of. The four...
I'd been seeing Josie for almost a year and she decided it was time i met her oldest friend Carole so she organised a little dinner party, just her, me, Carole and her husband Max. She told me that her ex didn't particularly like Max and Carole and used to refer to them as "the swingers" due to the way they behaved around other couples. In fact Josie said that the last time they had got together even she thought that they were angling for a foursome but put it to the back of her mind passing it...