BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 91
as he was. I managed to make it to my feet, somehow. I think even Bob could see it
wouldn‟t require a punch to put me down again. He could blow real hard in my face and
I‟d probably hit the dirt with a loud thud.
eaten that day.
Of course, if I blew in his face, he‟d either pass out or barf up everything he‟d
As I swayed side to side and back and forth in front of him, I stammered a request
to find out why he cold cocked me that way. As I burbled out my message, I saw Judy
Schultz standing behind him with a big smile on her face. I figured it out in a big hurry,
drunk or not. Judy had stopped me in the hallway, I even think it was that day, and talked
with me a few minutes. While she wasn‟t my kind of girl, she was still pretty. She was
also popular. Of course I talked with her. Who wouldn‟t?
Yes? You there, in the fifth row? The girl with the yellow sweater?
Oh, you know the answer to that one? Okay, what is it?
Yes! You‟re exactly right! The only guys who wouldn‟t talk with Judy that way,
in the open hallway like I did, are guys who don‟t want to have Bob Haywood come jack
their jaw when he finds out! Very good!
You may take your seat now, but see me when we‟re done, if you don‟t mind.
You‟re kind of a cutie. You even remind me of Mary Booth, a mistake I made while I
was at Sexton, which I‟ll touch on later.
(Did you see how well she‟s built? Nice butt, and no deficiency up front, by any
means. Pretty eyes and smile, too. Gotta get to know her better.)
So, we now know who shouldn‟t talk like that with Judy, out there in an open
hallway. Guys who want to stay healthy shouldn‟t do that.
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