This is a fictional story written for your enjoyment. Please be advised that this story includes cuckolding and non-lethal violence.
I want to thank Cuthbert Le Tonstain for the exceptional assistance on the story line, grammar and punctuation he provided for me. His skills made this story much more interesting and fun to read.
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Rick Jenson was not on the high school basketball team; he was only 5'6" tall. He was not on the high school football team; he was a slow running 145 pounds. He was not a Merit Scholar with a 4.0 grade point average. He was happy with B's and C's in the majority of his classes. He had his highest grades in metal shop and auto repair because that was what he was interested in.
He would have failed Basic Chemistry if it were not for his table-mate Kate Moore. Kate was very smart and well read on almost everything. That was because Kate was not one of the cool kids and she did not get to come into town from the farm very often just to see her classmates. Her father had a farm outside of town and Kate was needed at home to cook meals for the farmworkers and do chores. As she progressed in school her father had her do all the bookkeeping for the business.
Kate was the exact opposite of Rick as she was 5'10" tall with wide strong shoulders and arms. Her parents did not provide her with the genetic traits that she would have liked to possess; large breasts, straight teeth and a small nose.
Her nickname in grade school was Big Nose Kate after the common law wife of Doc Holiday in the Cow towns Wichita and Dodge City in the 1870's. The famous Big Nose Kate was a prostitute in the Old West, while Rick's shy friend had never been kissed by a boy.
Rick and Kate did not date or become an item, they just liked each other. Each had flaws that others teased them about but they did not tease each other, they understood each other.
Considering Rick's growth spurt ended when he was 14, he was often called Little Ricky by his classmates. There was minor juvenile teasing in grade school but in high school it became bullying. The bigger boys started to exercise their dominance of the smaller boys, starting with Rick. Complaining to the school administration only added to the harassment so he was at a loss.
He consulted his father John, also a smaller than average man but no one harassed him. John spent 4 years in the Marines and learned a lot about self-defense. He took Rick to the local Karate school and told the master that he wanted Rick to learn the Yielding Art of Jiu-jitsu. He did not want him breaking boards or kicking someone in the head because Rick did not have the strength or body mass to be effective.
However, if he could learn to manipulate his opponent's force against them that would be great. That would stop the harassment without getting in trouble for injuring someone. Rick readily took to this type of self-defense and was quickly accomplished in joint locks, takedowns, and throws.
In his sophomore year the star quarterback decided that Rick needed to know who Mr. Big was. In the school hallway he grabbed one of Rick's books and threw it across the hallway like a football, and the kids walking by laughed. As he reached for the next one of Rick's books Rick smoothly grabbed his arm, turned it over and put the football player in a painful arm lock.
With a startled look on his face, Mr. Big snarled at Rick and said, "Let go of me or else!"
Rick put more pressure on his arm causing a scream of pain, dropping the quarterback to his knees and Rick said "Or else what?" The player writhed in pain and began to understand that he was at Rick's mercy. Rick said "You have two choices today. You can apologize to everyone here for your conduct and I will let you go. Or you can not apologize and I will twist your arm off and shove it up your ass. Your choice."
Taking the smarter option, Mr. Big apologized and Rick helped him back to his feet and dusted him off. Rick stuck out his hand and said "No hard feelings?"
To which his opponent smiled and said "No hard feelings!" as he respected Rick as a guy to be reckoned with, not fucked with.
Later that month as Rick was in the hallway moving between classes, he saw several boys harassing Kate, calling her Big Nose and grabbing at her ass. Rick walked right up to the guys and said "Leave her alone."
Two of the boys, having heard the story about Rick, backed off right away. The third boy, larger than the other two, stepped toward Rick and took a swing at him. Rick deflected the swing and hit him with a Leopard Fist in the armpit, causing a squeal of pain. (The Leopard Fist is a Jiu-jitsu strike upon an opponent's vulnerable area with the knuckles extended to create a smaller strike point but with hard knuckles.) The third boy could not raise his arm as the muscle was spasming from the blow.
With a look of admiration and intense appreciation Kate grabbed his arm and thanked him. For the next 3 years, harassment of Rick and Kate diminished substantially
Rick's father owned a gas filling station on the edge of town. The building was built in the 1950's and had two bays for oil changes and minor repairs.
Rick worked after school and on weekends pumping gas and cleaning windshields and loved it. He enjoyed anything to do with automobiles and read as many publications as he could about cars. He excelled in his auto mechanic classes at high school and was always looking to improve his knowledge and experience with cars.
He bought an old broken-down Ford Falcon and used one of his father's bays to work on it. The result was him gaining more experience than progress in getting the Ford to be mobile again. It was a start and it blossomed into a small business for himself as he repaired his friend's cars.
Rick kept the business going while he attended Vocational Technical School to extend his auto repair knowledge. After being successful for several years in his father's station, Rick leased the local Tires R US building when his father retired. This building had 4 bays and an office on a large lot.
He accumulated a group of good mechanics so he could manage the office and work schedules. With his knowledge of cars, he started going to car auctions, buying used cars, fixing them up, and reselling them. The back lot became the car lot for used cars.
With the advent of computer commerce, he hired young computer nerds to search for specific cars and car parts for sale across the country. Customers that wanted a specific vehicle were willing to pay Rick for finding, fixing, and delivering that car. He became very successful with this business model.
One summer afternoon as closing time approached, he saw a pickup that was smoking badly, putter into the lot. Obviously, this vehicle needed service. The mechanics were getting ready to leave so he thought he would get the needed information from the driver and have the guys work on it the next day.
As he walked to the smoking pickup, he did not recognize the long, bare, tanned legs of the driver as she got out of the pickup. As his eyes went up from her cutoffs to her torso, then he saw a face he recognized, it was his classmate Kate. She smiled as he approached her.
"Kate, it is so nice to see you." he said with pleasure.
She replied "I wish it was on a more pleasant task. Dad's pickup is not feeling well and needs your expert attention. Can you do something to help us out?"
"I sure can Kate, however, the good mechanics all went home to their families, only the poor know nothings are left." he said with a smile.
She frowned and said "Dad says it shouldn't take too long to fix and he wants me to bring it home in working condition tonight."
Laughing Rick said "You are a little late for that. I'll make a deal with you. If you grab a quick dinner with me, I'll let you use one of my pickups and you can bring it back when we get your pickup fixed."
"Deal" she quickly replied.
Rick brought out a pickup he was trying to sell and they rode off to a fast-food restaurant for dinner. They caught up on old times and what their classmates were doing. The visit did not last long enough for Rick as he enjoyed her company. She needed to get back to the farm.
The repairs were minor for a trained mechanic so Rick left a message on Kate's phone that the truck was ready. At closing time Rick's truck came back to his shop only this time Kate was dressed nicer in shorts and blouse. Rick made sure he was the one to wait on her. After they exchanged keys, Rick gave her the bill so her father could mail him a check for the repairs.
Both of them stood looking at each other wanting the other to mention dinner until Rick said "Since you look so nice tonight can I take you out to dinner?" Kate welcomed the invitation.
After dinner on their way back to Rick's Rides, he asked "Are you working somewhere or just for your dad"
She answered "Both. Bookwork for dad and a few neighbors and then I also work at Tyson."
"Do you do accounting at Tyson also?"
"I applied for the accounting job and was not hired but they did find something else for me. I get fair wage, health insurance and vacation time."