As I approach the young men who are loitering in front of a bodega, I snarl, “Young punks!”The Hispanic male tends to have what is called ‘macho.’ The young Hispanic male doesn’t take insults. At least, he doesn’t take insults from a lone gabacho, when he’s with a group of his buddies.I find myself surrounded by angry young Hispanic males.One of them asks, “You look for trouble, gabacho?”I shift slightly and push the one that I have selected. As a response, I get a knife thrust into my belly.I feel pain. Pain beyond the knife in my belly, pain beyond your ability to imagine. The pain that accompanies a Life Transfer.I first find myself on the ground, badly wounded. I then find myself, knife in hand, standing over the body of the gabacho who insulted me and then pushed me. I still feel the enormous pain of the Life Transfer. However, I must now escape.I yell, “La policia!”My companions, fearing the arrival of the police force, then run in one direction, I run in the other direction, the wrong direction, if I'm to return to my car.As I run, I feel the pain of the transfer receding. Physically, I’m Raoul Herrera, a 19-year-old Hispanic male. However, mentally, I’m mostly me.I get to a cross street and I turn and run up the side street, for a bit. I then stop briefly under a street light and examine my new body for bloodstains. My clothes are free of bloodstains and only my knife and my hand show blood stains. I wipe the blood from my knife and my hand, on someone’s lawn and I continue up the side street at a normal walk.I walk for a bit, hearing the sound of police sirens in the distance. I walk for several blocks, up the side street. I then turn right and walk along a residential street, until I come to the same side street that I used to enter Main Street. It’s too dangerous for me to walk back to Main Street, along the side street that I used to get to Main Street. However, no problem, I have studied maps of the area and I walk a turning path, until I find another side street that leads back to Main Street.I have retained the knife that was used to kill the old gabacho, as I might need it for self defense, in this area. It’s a danger for me to keep the knife, but it might be more of a danger to not keep the knife.I walk at a normal pace, along Main street. I can see the flashing lights of police cars, further along Main Street, but I only need to make it back to the cross street that I used. I’m just another Hispanic male, in a Hispanic neighborhood. If I just keep calm, I should make it. It’s easy to tell myself to keep calm, but my heart is beating at a rapid rate and it’s all I can do to keep from sprinting back to the cross street that I need. I seems like hours until I reach the cross street, but it’s maybe only a couple of minutes. I turn left on the side street and walk up to the street that leads back to where I left my car. I turn right and walk back along a residential street. It’s, by now, late and I meet no one, as I walk.I get back to the side street where I left my car. I have hid out a key in each of three different places on the car. I retrieve the easiest one to get to, use it to open the car, slide into the driver’s seat, fire the engine up and drive back to the side street that I used to get to Main Street. I turn the other way and drive along the side street, until I come to a main traffic artery that will lead me back toward my house.
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I'm the co-author, with Sunset Thomas, of Anatomy of An Adult Film. I have 45 novels and over 150 short stories currently published. I spent my early years in the part of Los Angeles known as the South Central. I was known as Whi' Boy, which was sufficient to indentify me in that place. I'm a skilled kung-fu player, using a system that I learned from a Korean I knew only as 'Pak.' It would be easier to tell you the places that Pak wasn't wanted by the police, rather than the places where he was wanted by the police. Pak's kung-fu system, augmented by some bits and pieces from some Chinese practicioners is quick and effective, or I wouldn't be alive today. My early education was mostly obtained by stealing books from the public library (I always returned them and the Librarian even began to provide me with reading lists.) I did go to high schools, but I never really learned anything there. I eventually graduated from the University of California at Los Angeles, UCLA, with a degree in mathematics. I work as a Systems Analyst and also make a part of my living as a professional gambler (legal in Nevada.) I write science fiction and erotica. My published novels are: Anatomy of An Adult Film (With Sunset Thomas) 1. Second Chance: God Killer 2. Second Chance: Sky Pirate 3. Second Chance: Scroll Seeker 4. Second Chance: King of The Islands 5. Second Chance: King of Zaya 6. Second Chance: Duke of Averon 7. Second Chance: King of Golomon 8. Second Chance: King Of The Sky 9. Second Chance: Warlord of Ifrequeh 10. Second Chance: King of Ariby 11. Second Chance: King of Mesodania 12. Second Chance: King of Avuls 13. Second Chance: King of Kemet 14. Second Chance: King of Zorran 15. Second Chance: King of Two Worlds 16. Second Chance: King of Averon 17. Second Chance: King's Duties 18. Second Chance: King of The New World Adventurer: Simulation Problem Adventurer: Pannar Problem A Programmer's Gambit Amateur Stripper Beach Murders Bondage House Corporate Sex Slaves Friday Night Go Naked In The Software Grasshopper Winter Involuntary Nude Layoff Not A Hero Pirates of The Keys Summer of Sex The Lake The Last Moon Dance The Nude Adventures of Plain Jane The Secret Life of Wanda Wilson Tails of the Pussycat Lounge To Keep A Job Topless Restaurant Toy Whores Vix: The Marine Wayward Boy Short Stories: A Christmas Visit