Bart drove out to the suburbs and while on a bridge passing over the river, I threw the wallet into the water after weighing it down with a heavy, flat rock. I certainly thought it would sink quickly and never be found. We finally made it back to the apartment and quickly put our loot on the bed and counted it. It wasn’t too bad, we had scored forty seven dollars and that gave us enough spending money for a day or two. The amount wasn’t a great deal for the risk we took but it was only our first attempt at this type of crime and our cash flow would improve with each experience. After discussing our actions for a few minutes, Bart decided to take off and I was content to have a little peace and quiet. This night had gone very well for me so far in that I met an attractive girl who seemed to like me and had given vent to several frustrations that were bothersome. My mother came home after awhile and we spoke for a few minutes before she went to bed with a very tired look on her face. She looked so beat that it was hard to believe that her body could keep going at that fast pace day after day. Too bad she couldn’t get an easier job or at least find a guy to marry and let him bring home the money. Well, tough on her since she picked the job and now let her live with it. I slept well that night and woke the next morning with an expectation of a fun day with Jane although it was unclear about what we were going to do. I had some money but finding a place to be alone with her would be a problem. Well, it was something I would have to work out later after breakfast.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I phoned Jane about eleven thirty and was pleased when she answered the phone promptly. She recognized my voice and had hoped it was me calling. I told her that I really enjoyed last night and was looking forward to continuing our talk today. Jane also wanted to get together and knowing that I didn’t have a car, suggested that she drive over and pick me up. I was elated that she offered to come over without being asked and quickly agreed to her plan. My mind started thinking about sex with her and if nowhere else was available, the car was a possibility. She was going to come for me about three and that gave me some time to freshen up and decide what to do to insure that we had a pleasant day. I still didn’t know my way around the city real well but knew that there had to be some interesting places to visit without spending a lot of money. Of course, I could always ask Jane what she liked to do and let her lead the way. She didn’t look like a girl who needed to be impressed by going to expensive places. While I was impatiently waiting for Jane to arrive there would be time to flip through the news channels on television and see if there was any mention of a mugging in the downtown area. Nothing was on the news about it and looking through a newspaper I had taken from a neighbors’ doorstep produced a similar result. Either the story was too minor for the media to report or the victim had somehow recovered and never reported the incident. However it turned out, Bart and I seemed to be in the clear and had made a successful first hit. It was in my plans to commit more of these beatings but I wanted to make a larger haul from doing them and it would take a little more planning to find people with more money on their person. I put this matter in the back of my mind and with a rising excitement throughout my entire body, looked forward to seeing Jane.
She arrived promptly and I opened the door and eagerly waved at her to come in. Jane looked very fresh and upbeat and I knew that we were going to have a very good time today. I showed her around the apartment and offered to provide a drink but she really wanted to go somewhere outdoors since the weather was so beautiful. I told her to lead the way and we drove off toward the outskirts of the city. Jane was very talkative and just bubbled on about her life and what she wanted to do in the future. I was not very interested but acted as if it was all very important. When she finally finished, there was a pause and it appeared that I was expected to tell my story. I didn’t know if telling about the camp was a good idea right now so skipping that part made for a short life story. She could always chalk up my terseness to being shy or not expressive. Jane drove out of the city area into a part of the countryside that was unfamiliar to me. She spoke about loving nature and enjoying beautiful scenery in a quiet, peaceful setting. Her trip was fine with me as long I could be alone with her somewhere very private. Jane had a slender, well shaped body and a very healthy looking pretty face. The more I looked at her, the greater my sexual feelings became and my desire was starting to get the better of me. Within minutes, she parked in a secluded area that was very picturesque, even for a clod like me. We got out of the car and walked about thirty feet to a narrow stream that was flowing past rocks and fallen trees so that a very peaceful rippling effect was created. All that I could think about at this pleasant moment was lying down in the grass with her and having sex. It would have made the entire scene even more perfect.
We stared at the water for awhile without speaking and then Jane sat on the grass and motioned for me to join her which I willingly did. Our bodies were very close and almost touching when I just moved my head toward her direction and kissed her lips. She didn’t resist as I pressed my lips into hers a little harder and moved my body so that we were touching in many areas. We simultaneously put our arms around each other and slowly lowered our bodies to the grass. I liked the feel of her next to me and started moving my hands all over while she made no effort to resist. The next few minutes were a blur as we took most of our clothes off and enjoyed the sensations of our actions. This sex was far better than the brief fling I had with Valerie since Jane was much more likeable We lay in the grass for awhile before speaking until Jane looked at me in a serious way and said that she was caught in a strong feeling of passion because I appealed to her. According to her, she had only one boyfriend before me and that had been a few years ago. Well, we were both inexperienced but that didn’t detract from the terrific sensations that I had just experienced. I told her that she meant a lot to me and did it with a straight face although it was not true. I’ve always found it to be to my advantage if people hear what they want and if they choose to believe me, that’s their problem. At this moment, Jane was enamored with me and I was having good sex. I couldn’t ask for much more until knowing what else was available.
We didn’t move from the area for another half hour and were content to lie in the grass and hold each other. Finally, Jane said she was hungry and would like to find a restaurant where we could sit down and talk about our next step. That was fine with me and we drove away from the area looking for signs of civilization where some kind of eatery would be located. After driving about twenty minutes, we spotted a decent looking restaurant and pulled into the lot. Actually, I was very hungry from not having eaten for several hours and it was a certainty that our romantic interlude added to my pangs. We both ate a big meal and felt really satisfied afterwards when Jane started asking me about my future plans. I didn’t really have any plans other than robbing people and building up a cash reserve. She wanted to know if I was going to college with the intention of becoming a professional but my response was very non committal. I thought that this would be a good time to tell her about my years of incarceration and see what effect it would have. I started by saying that a huge gap in my history had been left out and needed to be filled in now so she would know more about me. I poured out most of my story but made it sound like the court had unjustly come down on me very harshly and took nine years of my precious youth. When I finished, Jane stared at me for several minutes before taking my hand in hers and expressing the sadness she felt for my lost youth. She couldn’t understand how any nine year old could be put away for minor crimes and considered it a travesty of justice. Of course, I hadn’t told her the full extent of my activities which if they had been known, might have elicited a different response. It seemed that my timing was correct and now that Jane felt sorry for my losses, if I played it right, she would become my steady girl. The good part was that she had a car and could drive me to places that I usually needed busses to reach.
We left the restaurant holding hands and had a very pleasant drive back to the city. I didn’t want the day to end
so I offered to take her to a movie. She didn’t want the day to end either and agreed to extend it. We went back to my apartment and had more sex before leaving for the theater. I let her pick the show and sat through two hours of boring scenes but if it made her happy, so be it. By the time we came out of the theater, darkness had fallen and I started to want my own space. I gave Jane some story about having to be home when my mother arrived and she accepted it without question. She drove me home and after hugging and kissing some more, I promised to call her tomorrow, and watched her leave. I didn’t feel like doing much else and spent a few hours in solitude watching television as a way to kill time and relax. When the news came on, I hoped it would mention something about a robbery but there was still nothing said. I began to wonder if any news of the crime would ever appear and give my ego a boost but if it never did, better for Bart and me. When my mother arrived, looking as beat as one could be, I told her about meeting a girl and having a nice day with her. She was pleased with my progress since returning home and stated that it looked like I was on my way to a successful, happy life. I suppose that all mothers want to think that their children are doing everything right and therefore, avoid having to worry about them.
I watched the television news that night very carefully and still didn’t see a story about the mugging. If it had been reported to the police, then why wasn’t it shown on a station? All I could think of was that there was so much crime in the city that only the major horrifying acts are considered newsworthy and the rest are forgotten. If my logic was true then we could commit similar crimes more often without worrying about police following up on the case. All we had to do was make sure that no one was killed since a mere beating didn’t have much importance to the media. Without the media making a big deal of some crime, it would be relegated to the unsolved pile and hardly any action would be taken to investigate it. It looked like we had a green light to rob and beat people as long as they were still alive. This was really working out well and I just had to phone Bart to convey the good news. He also thought it was a good break for us as long as we didn’t commit too many crimes within a short time span. He also mentioned that Cal had been seen around the area and that we shouldn’t forget the score that we had to settle with him. Even after so many years had passed, I still had it in for him and could feel heat rising in my body as his name resounded in my mind. I’m sure that when we met up, he would know exactly who we were and the reason for our presence. What we would do to him was unknown at the moment but I would have to watch my temper or he could end up dead. Our history still connected us and police would figure out that Bart and I had a grudge to settle with him and come around to question us. I didn’t need that kind of notoriety and would have to think of some way to get my revenge without risking an arrest.
I put Cal on the back burner and thought about having to go to work tomorrow and start an entire week of drudgery for a measly amount of pay. If only I could pick out those guys who had lots of cash when they left the bar, it would make my life so much easier. I could get an apartment in no time and buy other nice items that were displayed in the downtown shop windows. I would even give my mother a few bucks to help her out and really be the ideal son. If I could only solve this simple problem that was holding up my progress without asking for help, it would free me from the routine that held me captive. No use asking Bart, he couldn’t solve anything and we didn’t dare bring another person in to our scheme because the more people involved, the bigger the risk of a leak oozing out. I spent some hours in bed before falling asleep trying to come up with a solution and the best that came to me was to hang around bars and notice who the big spenders were. If we kept some notes on who these people were, when they left, and the direction they went, it would be easy to intercept them somewhere and do the deed quickly. It would always be prudent to attack a person in the darkness when the light was dim and the street empty of witnesses. All it would take was a few minutes to jump the person, knock him down, beat him, take his money and get away. If Bart parked around a corner, we could be in the car in less than a minute and then drive into an area of heavier traffic heading away from the crime scene. I liked the idea but wanted to refine it before presenting the plan to Bart. It wouldn’t take me long to shape it into a very workable scenario that could pay us off very well.
Work was a little easier since I was becoming familiar with the routine and able to anticipate the supplies that were needed. I had a pretty good knowledge of how much of each item was needed for baking so many dozens of breads and pastries and it was no surprise when the manager took me aside at the end of the work day and said he was very impressed by my performance. I thought he might give me a raise right there, but the conversation didn’t go that far. It was no big deal to me anyway and an extra fifty cents an hour or so wouldn’t change my life to any degree. I didn’t feel fatigued when the day was over and decided to go home, change clothes, and see if Jane wanted to do something. Actually, my thoughts of seeing her were twofold. We could have some fun and also go to a bar where I could observe patrons without being conspicuous. No one would pay much attention to a couple sitting in a bar. All the single fellows would be looking for unaccompanied women and that’s all their eyes would be fixed on. I considered asking Bart to join us but decided against it since two men and a woman might be noticed by some. The apartment was empty by the time I got there and a short rest seemed to be in order before doing anything else. I took a shower and lie on the bed for about a half hour before phoning Jane and making some kind of plan for the evening. She was glad to hear from me and looked forward to seeing me tonight. I would meet her at the bar about nine and decide what to do from then on. A little concern went through my mind about Jane becoming to clingy and expecting me to spend lots of time with her. I would have to set some rules and also bring up tiredness from working as a way to keep her at a distance some of the time. I didn’t want her to get some crazy idea that we were a steady couple and then start hearing about marriage plans. I was only nineteen and had no intention of ever settling down with one woman when the world was full of good lookers just asking to be taken.
I walked to the bar and got there about five to nine and did not see very many customers at this early time. Looking around at who was there did not provide any clue as to which people had money to burn. This was not going to be an easy task and would take more diligence than originally thought but if a little effort paid off, it was worth it. Jane walked in a little after nine and gave me a big smile as she approached. She hugged me and kissed my cheek and it was now evident to me that Jane either had a strong crush or was deeply in love. This could turn out to be a problem for me but right now, her feelings were not getting in the way of my plans. Jane told me about her day and how happy she was that I called. She had thought about me all night and had a hard time keeping her mind on school matters. I acted very flattered by her words and said that we seemed to be very compatible. For the next hour, we drank, talked and danced while I noticed the customers who put lots of cash on the bar. At least two of the drinkers looked like big spenders who drank until they were quite tipsy. I didn’t think that these men would drive to the bar knowing that they liked to drink so there was a good chance that they walked somewhere after leaving. One of the men left at ten while the other continued drinking. I would have waited to see when he left but Jane wanted to leave and spend some time with me only. I probably did all I could on this first effort and we left and went to my apartment since mother wouldn’t be home for at least two hours.
I had a good time with Jane and watched her drive away before my mother showed up. It wasn’t that I was fearful of my mother catching me in the apartment with a girl but that it was simpler to keep Jane from meeting her in order to prevent further enhancement of our relationship. I had a few words with mother when she came in and then went to bed to let my body recover from the exhaustion it felt. Jane certainly had a strong desire for sex and I hoped that my strength could keep up with hers. I phon
ed Bart the next day and said it was important that we meet to discuss some planning that was needed. He drove over in the evening and I told him what my plan was for finding people with a decent amount of money. Bart liked the idea and said that we should go to the bar every night and check out the heavy drinkers who had to have plenty of money for their pleasure. I didn’t want to go out every night but if we staggered our visits and occasionally went there with dates, it would be very difficult for anyone to think that we were involved in wrongdoing. I also told Bart that we should go to different bars on various nights and avoid a single place. Since there were several taverns in the area, we could actually drop in on a few in one evening and expand the pool of potential victims. The plan was starting to gel and we wanted to get started on implementing it right away. I told him about the one inebriated fellow that left our usual bar about ten and he thought we should try to rob him tonight. That would be easier said than done since there was no certainty that he would even be at the bar this evening but it was worth a try. We decided to go there about nine and see if he showed up. Should he be drinking heavily and flashing cash, we would follow him out without being noticed and see which way his steps took him. Bart would drive the car and park it about two blocks away in a dark area and I would follow the man until it seemed safe to jump him. Bart would join in and after beating the guy until he was unconscious, we would take his money and flee the scene. The assault shouldn’t take more than a few minutes and we would be far away by the time the victim screamed for help and witnesses showed up. It was a simple plan but it appealed to me since there were few complications that could foul us up.
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