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around any of the girls here, I will be back for
that second lesson.”
    He assured me that would not be necessary,
and it wasn’t. There was an interesting development to this. In the
future when I walked in and ordered and paid for a small drink, I’d
receive a tray with a large drink, large fries and a roast beef and
possibly even a hamburger. While this was really cool, I was a
little worried that this gratitude from the girls might get them
into trouble, since they were handing out free food. I told my
sister that, while I was enjoying the free food, I did not want the
girls getting in trouble for it. She informed me that the female
manager was very aware of the “Charlie” problem, but was at a loss
to figure out how to handle it. She was very appreciative of
my handling the problem for her. The free meals were her request.
They were orders the girls enjoyed fulfilling.
    Growing up, I developed an old-fashioned
attitude toward women and a man’s treatment of a woman. In my first
year of junior high school, apparently there were enough of us
students coming out of “special education” that some county school
brain thought it was a good idea to combine all of us into our own
special class of retards. This class consisted of mental misfits
like Jack who did not talk much, but if asked a direct question
would answer by clucking like a chicken, or Betty who didn’t know
much, except that she was easy on the eyes. She spent a lot of time
messing with her hair and her clothes. Then there were the mental
delinquents like the James Gang (as in Jesse James gang). This
“gang” consisted of Jose, who was mostly mouth, and James who could
protect Jose from his big mouth. Then there were students like
myself, who had come through the “special education” program as a
way of making up school years due to health or a physical
handicap.
    One day, the teacher, who looked as if she
were young enough to have come right out of college, could not find
the book of poems from which she had planned to read. With the
school library right outside the door, she decided she would trust
the class to behave long enough to get another copy of the book.
This lack of judgment just shows that she probably was just out of
college and this was her first class.
    After she left the room, one of the guys
proudly showed off his possession of the missing book. While making
a big deal of putting the book back from where he temporarily stole
it, Jose (a real moral degenerate with a big mouth) commented to
Betty, a real shapely, blue-eyed blond, how nice her outfit looked.
He finished his discourse with on her attire, “but it would look
even nicer on the empty chair beside you.”
    Betty responded, “Like you’ll ever see
that.”
    “Bet you I will,” Jose retorted. He then got
out of his chair and made a big deal about walking up to Betty, who
was not very bright. She supported her challenge by getting out of
her chair to face off Jose.
    Betty was wearing a white blouse with a dark
blue vest that matched her skirt. Once in front of her, he started
making a big production of unbuttoning her vest.
    Betty just stood there, looking incredulous,
and the class looked on.
    After Jose had Betty’s vest unbuttoned, in
show-off fashion, he flicked the vest off her shoulders, and it
fell to the floor.
    The class looked on, in silence.
    As Betty just stood looking shocked, Jose
this rape was going too far, and I started looking for the
return of the teacher, meanwhile Jose continued unbuttoning Betty’s
blouse. Betty, like a deer in headlights, just stood there looking
shocked, and the class just looked on.
    When Jose had her blouse more than
half-unbuttoned, and Betty’s white bra was making an appearance,
things, in my opinion, had gone too far.
    As the class just looked on, I looked toward
the doorway for the expected re-appearance of the teacher. Since
her re-appearance was not yet forthcoming, I made my move.
    I charged out of my seat, rushed up