Movin On / Ch. 9 / Pt. 4 / Just When You Think

I was looking sexy and I knew it.


About that time, the surfing rage was really catching on. My new beau of the month was, of course, a surfer; hang ten, tall, blond, tan and beautiful, Scott Nixon. Mike thought this to be quite amusing. He thought the whole surfer trip was stupid. Scott, in turn thought Mike was an asshole. So all around, it was an agreeable situation. Looking back, I still don’t know how it all worked out, but things were different then and guys just knew that I wasn’t allowed to go steady. With some prompting from Scott, I set out to attain a complimenting surfer look. This consisted of long, straight hair parted on the side, and blond, to the degree of serious abuse. A deep tan, (thanks to Johnson's Baby Oil), was a must, as were Hawaiian printed shifts with hems just above mid-thigh. Mom, even gave me some of my saved money, so I could buy them. They weren’t very expensive. She cleverly thought that this would keep my out of my sister’s closet. I must say that she was very lenient, and let me wear anything I wanted. In fact, she seemed amused by it all. The final touch was a pair of sandals and there you had it, the look of the ultimate surfer, beach-bunny, babe.


However, the last and most important aspect in the bunny stamp of authenticity was surfing knots, located on the knees. This was absolute, unadulterated proof, that the bunny actually handled a surf board and fiercely rode the waves. This didn't pose a problem as my girlfriends and I simply hit at our knees with stones, creating lovely red bumps.

Life was moving right along. I entered a drama class and starred in a few plays such as "You Can't Take It with You" and "Harvey." My drama teacher said that I had a natural comedic quality . . . which, I thought, was quite a nice thing of him to say. The rest of my classes were a synch and a bit repetitive due to the intense curriculum I had endured at Our Mother of Good Counsel. Yes, all was grand and going smoothly . . . that is, until the moment Mike Castro decided to stand back, a bit and let me face my dangers. He called it, building backbone. Mike Valosovich and Johnny Greco, were extremely protective of me and didn’t take to that idea, one bit. They still kept a sharp eye out. I always saw them, like crayons, filling in my background. Somehow, my old friend, Dolly Medrano must have caught wind of the new idea of Mike’s, for she got a hair up her ass and decided to fight with me. She picked a day when she knew Mike was absent, which meant, that Greco and Voyavitch, weren’t around, either.

"Hey surfa girl," she purred as she rammed me against a schoolyard fence. "Jur in my way. I'm thinkin that ju owe me an apology."

Silence on my part. Panic.

"You fucker.” she pushed at me. “Ju and jur little surfa chicks are just a bunch of pussies." She spat at my feet, and then motioned for her bitches to come forward.

"Shut the fuck up, Dolly!" Why did I just say that?

"What did ju just say to me, Bitch? Eh? Did I hear ju right?" She turned to her pack. "Ju hear dat! She just said fuck to me!"

“Aaaaaaawwwwww!” Her friends all whooped and started twirling their belt chains.

Vicky L. Sharer, Jeren Corseau and Raymond Brinkworth like this.

Jeren Corseau

they didn't have chains. seriously now. haha. I remember this one before, too.

Friday at 4:49pm ·

PauLa Servetti

Yes seriously , I should put their belt chains, they connected and then Hung down, maybe you aren't familiar, I keep forgetting that people may not know this. Yes, chains....

Friday at 7:21pm ·

PauLa Servetti

For fighting

Friday at 7:22pm ·

PauLa Servetti

Ya I reposted this cause a few people wanted to see in on blogger and I can't put a link to it on myspace cause they are not compatible at the moment cause of spamming

Friday at 7:25pm ·

PauLa Servetti

I wrote back and forth with Myspace Help until I finally learned this....

Friday at 8:33pm ·

Jason Akos Sollar

"easy to say NO?"

Saturday at 9:40am ·

PauLa Servetti

Ha funny Jason!

Movin On / Ch. 9 / Pt. 3 / King Jr. High

Paula
Movin On / Pt. 3 / King Jr. High


Summer vacation was at an end, even though the sun was still scorching. It was time to say farewell to the Beaches of Sorrento, Venice and Malibu. I entered the ninth grade at Thomas Star King Jr. High School. It was much more overwhelming, than Le Conte summer school had been; surpassing my farthest expectations. Thankfully, my guardian angel, Judy was right there by my side, paving the way, until I could manage on my own. And, of course, Mike was always on the horizon, making sure I was safe and because of that, I was slow to realize that King was a rough school.


Slowly, in spite of my inner turmoil, a new horizon unfolded. I felt free for the first time. Free from the shackles of Catholic school. This was the real thing. No more uniforms, no more nuns, and no more censorship. I could dress the way I wanted and express my views without harsh repercussions. My babysitting jobs had allowed me to save up a good amount of money, even though I only earned fifty cents an hour. Before the semester started, Mom gave me back two hundred and fifty dollars of the money I earned and took me shopping for school clothes. But, this was not nearly enough money for a decent wardrobe; so, I clearly needed to use my imagination. With an edgy use of accessories and a few hand-me-downs, I built up my repertoire.


My mother picked clothes for me that bent toward the classics, so I altered them with quirky touches. In no time, I exhausted my stock of cloth and looked for ways to expand. That's when I began sneaking clothes from my sister, Geri’s closet, and stuffing them under my bed, instead of putting them back. She didn't have much herself and kept her clothes in such pristine order that she could tell when something was missing. It was of little consequence to me, that my actions drove my sister to tears. I was really being a brat.



“She’s ruining my life! Do something!” she cried to my mother.

“Gosh I only borrowed a few things.”

My mother locked me out of my sister’s room, with a warning.

“Fine!” I said, and stomped off . . . but I was pretty concerned, about the whole thing.



This new affair, turned out to be only a temporary setback. I was a desperate girl, with a mission and eventually I found a skeleton key, in my Dad's first drawer. Mind you, it was not so much that that I wanted to look pretty, it was, that I was up against the ruling click of rich, princesses; whose cashmere sweaters and skirts, expensive shoes, purses and jewels, were their daily faire. Why was it that everywhere I went, there were so many rich people? The pressure was intense, but I refused to be ashamed of what little I had. In less than a few months, I was setting trends. I did things like dropping my sweaters down like a lazy shawl, or folded my skirt over at the waist and pulled it down so it would hang inside out and tight over my hips, like an under garment and at the same time making the skirt really short. Soon every girl was doing the same. This was about the point where I let my hair grow really long, again. I was looking sexy and I knew it.

Movin On / Ch.9 / Pt. 2 / Drop Me Dead!

Paula

Before I knew what was happening, Mike Castro was after my deepest affections and was not going to settle for anything less. I figured he was just playing around, as he was known to be a notorious lady killer. But, there was enough conceit and sense of play under my belt, to give him quite a time of it. In actuality, I never stood a chance. He never was one to chase a girl, so his interest in me, surprised all that knew him and the whole drama was therefore, played out in public. Everyone was watching. Once I could tell that he was being sincere, it didn’t take much to let my guard down.

So, the word got out, that Mike Castro was enthralled with the new, Catholic girl.  Unfortunately for me, this outraged a tough girl by the name of Dolly Medrano. She was out to kick my collective ass.

I got a phone late phone call one night. There was heavy breathing on the other end and then a girl’s deep voice, oozing with hostility. “Yea, bitch . . . Dolly’s talkin here. Yea, surfa girl . . . ju know? Ju fuckeeng bother me. Yea, I don’t think I like ju.”

“Huh?” I said.

“Ju got some, fancy plans wid da man, Castro?”

“I, Uh, uh, uh . . . “

“I hate just lookin at jur fuckin face. You think jur so fuckeeng hot and you ain’t shit! Dju know what I mean, bitch?”

“Well, yes, I mean no . . . I mean, Well, I really don’t think I’m that hot . . . I rather think that . . . Hello?

Man, oh my god! Dolly Medrano, was after me . . . tattoos, chains, and bunnies. (Not the animal, but the shoes . . . mark of the Vata!) It was said that she had razor blades planted in her ratted foot-high hair. Spiders could live in there and she’d never know it! I became a paranoid wreck, looking out my window till dawn. That day, I made sure that I was never by myself.

Somehow, I made it through school without being knifed in an alley. Then, came the night. The phone rang late, again. I stared at it and reluctantly picked up the receiver. “H-h-ello?”

“Hellooo.” He laughed gently. There was no mistaking that smooth sultry voice, or that cock sure attitude. My heart began to pound, my throat ran dry, and my tongue became tied. After some maneuvering on his part I was able to speak with complete ease.

Drop me dead! I liked his want! I liked his way. We fell in hard and stayed that way all through Jr. High and high school. It wasn't easy, as my parents were concerned about me. My socialite friends certainly raised eyebrows thinking that it was a high risk situation. But, Mike was his own man and he understood pressures. He was patient with me, putting up with my silly naive ways, as I entered my new world, and I didn’t mind his rough reputation. We both put up with each others endless string of admirers. Nothing, threatened him. He knew I was his, completely. I was his and he was mine. Once in a while we would flaunt about, but then we’d go underground again. We liked our privacy. So, outside of a certain circle of friends who we partied with, now and then, we kept to ourselves. People were puzzled by us and that was the way we liked it.

Movin On / Ch.9 / Pt. 1 / Mike Castro

Paula

I wondered about him . . . this leader of the pack . . . luscious, bad boy.

It took but a minute of asking, to ascertain that this was the infamous Mike Castro. I thought that I should call him, “Dionysus.” I took note that he wore a perfectly ironed, button-up shirt, tucked into loose-fitting khakis, which he wore high at the waist, and held there with a cloth belt. He walked slow and sure of himself; obviously comfortable, in his own skin. Leaning to one side, with his hands in his pockets, he smiled . . . thee most gorgeous smile!

Then, slanting against a tree, he spoke to his homeboys, as they hung on his every syllable. I later learned that these guys were Johnny Greco, and Mike Voyovitch and that they seemingly carried out Mikes every command. The juicy gossip had it that Mike made money by extortion and other devious methods. This was fascinating. It certainly was a fast, new, world.

The next morning, proved misty once again, but chillier than the day before. I was minding my own business, walking to my math class, when out of nowhere, Johnny Greco appeared before me.

“Hey pretty one, u got a name?”

“I’m, Paula.” I said.

“Paula huh? O.K. . . . Miss P. . . . nice name. See ja aroun.” And he strutted off.

I kept walking on, a bit puzzled, until I noticed Mike Castro leaning against a chain link fence, chewing on a toothpick, looking me up and down, with a determination. Whew!

Later that day, Johnny Greco came up to me again. “Hey Miss P., dju hear of my man, Mike Castro?” Without waiting for me to answer, he continued on. “He wants to meet u. Dju know what I’m talkin bout?”

I looked at over towards the direction of Johnny Greco’s chin thrust and saw Mike staring with a teasing smirk on his face, and then he laughed.

“What a conceited bastard.” I thought, but said, “He sure likes to play cat and mouse doesn’t he?” I turned my head and started down my path, with my nose in the air. “Humph!” All the while feeling weak in my knees. He was so gorgeous, and he knew it.

They both sat looking at me till I passed by them and then, Mike said something to Johnny and they both snickered. Thrill chills prickled down my spine. One did not play games with these guys. My parents would kill me twice if they caught me even talking to one of them. My dad, cause they were Latin, my mother, cause they were trouble. Not only were trouble, they were bad to the bone. “Where and when did he first see me?” I wondered excitedly.

	MusicDiva Music Lover	Ooooo, this is good. The [sexual] tension in the air...the looks...the words unsaid, but understood...yup, games played from the beginning of time... Posted by MusicDiva on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 12:34 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	I won't say too much about it, so as not to jump ahead of myself. but I will say it was quite a leap from Sister Mary Carol to Mike Castro! Posted by Paula on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 9:56 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Patricia	Cat and mouse ... but the cat is oblivious to the fact that the little mouse is manuevring him into her field of conquest as a very controlled pace ... to her own liking and comfort. The Cheese will be eaten by the mouse but it is the Cat who will find itself caught in the trap being set ... hahaha I love it!!!!! Posted by Patricia on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 5:21 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	Hahah ! That it funny, I never really saw it that way, but.... too funny..hah! Posted by Paula on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 9:58 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	wolfwitch Wolf Witch	Love it! Patricia is right, the cat has no clue what a mouse he is missin' with! Posted by wolfwitch on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 6:03 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	Oh gosh this is making me crack up! Posted by Paula on Friday, May 28, 2010 - 9:58 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

Paula Paula Servetti

Sis is holding back comment/ but I am posting this, unbeknownst to her!/ I'll wait to comment on the Mike Castro chapter, wouldn't want to give anything away. He was Hot, What a smile he had, sexy voice........etc.

Ostracised / Ch. 8 / Pt. 9 / Got To Move On

Paula

Still, that didn’t remove my pain or shame.....

I would never let anyone know how difficult my days had become. Nothing could be done about it. I simply had to accept what was and deal with it. If I had my choice I would never have spent another day in that school. At the same time, my father was drinking so heavily that he lost another job. Money was scarce and my mother started in with her ulcer attacks. The only thing that made her smile was playing bridge with her pals. I had broken up with David Warner, because of some lies told to me by jealous girls. I found this out too late, so my young heart was broken. When I did find out, I could have kicked myself around a thousand blocks. It was a hard lesson, and one that still bothers me, strangely enough. Spending time with David was a happy time in my life, and it ended much too soon, because of my inexperience. It was lousy being at school but it was lousier being at home.

A seething anger towards my poor father grew stronger with every passing day. He was drinking too much and dropping out from his jobs, family and reality. He just couldn’t cope. I didn’t understand this and wondered where the gentle man went; the man who I had spent my best days with, the man who had been there for me, in my darkest hours. It never even occurred to me, that my father was right there, but in a deep pain; and perhaps in his darkest hour. I could have been there for him, then, but I wasn’t.

Eighth grade graduation from Our Mother of Good Counsel came and went, marking the end of my Catholic school days. Sandy Clevenger and I decided to attend summer school at Le Cont Jr. High, in Hollywood ( a school even rougher than King ) in order to prepare ourselves for public school in the fall. Sandy would, however, continue on to Le Conte. We started growing apart because she was moving faster than I, smoking, having sex with guys.

Aside from a splatter of Judy’s faithful cronies, I was basically alone. On the second morning of summer school, the weather had turned cool, with a mist which was typical for early June, in L.A. Everything seemed a bit surreal, as the trees swayed in the soft wind. Suddenly, I heard a ruckus and out of the haze, emerged a small crowd moving across the school yard, in locomotion. Curious, I moved closer to see what the spectacle was all about. There, in the midst of the hubbub was the reason; a boy who was so staggeringly movie star handsome, that my mouth dropped open. His skin was dark, as were his eyes and wavy hair, and his lips were full and sumptuous. I wondered about him . . . this leader of the pack . . . luscious, bad boy.

	wolfwitch Wolf Witch	Can't wait to read more Posted by wolfwitch on Saturday, May 22, 2010 - 10:26 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	Hi Witchie. I realize that I didn't get to these comments early, and hopeful a new blog will be up today. I am glad you are enjoying!!! Posted by Paula on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 11:55 AM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	MusicDiva Music Lover	If only we knew then what we know now...but we can only see life with what experience we have at that point. Paula, you definitely know how to leave us hanging on every word, and dangling at the end! Posted by MusicDiva on Saturday, May 22, 2010 - 10:24 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	At times I feel like an eighteen year old or less, that I haven't changed, but when you think of life in the terms that you wrote...to go back knowing what we know now, Gosh, I would really like to re-do things, but then that would entail others to respond As you think they will with your new and improved insite, there in lies the essence, of the if only...one will never know.... it bugs me!!! Posted by Paula on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 12:00 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	MusicDiva Music Lover	ME TOO!!!!!!!!!! I sometimes look back at my life and wonder...what the HEL* was I thinking??? But you're right...life is a series of concentric circles, and the crossing at one point in your life may not be the same as at another. Posted by MusicDiva on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 12:34 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	Oh and Thanks, Anna Posted by Paula on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 12:00 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	Paula Paula Servetti	I would like to Thank Bobby Jameson for putting up my link on his fb site, I have not put all of them here...., no the ones on my site but every once in a while I think to do so...Thank you again Bobby. This is one, that is rather extensive in comments, Ha! Bobby Jameson via PauLa Servetti: EASY TO BE HARD/ Ostracised/ Got To Move On - Paula Servetti's MySpace Blog | blogs.myspace.com Read EASY TO BE HARD/ Ostracised/ Got To Move On by Paula Servetti on MySpace Blogs! New blogTopics added every minute. Still that didn’t remove my... May 21 at 9:23pm · Comment · LikeUnlike · Share Rich Briere, Soozi Warlick, Cynthia Bonnet and 4 others like this. Bobby Jameson Very excellent.......... May 21 at 9:24pm PauLa Servetti Thank-you dearly. May 21 at 9:24pm · Bobby Jameson You're welcome.............. May 21 at 9:25pm Bobby Jameson Hard core Vatos............. May 21 at 9:26pm PauLa Servetti Ha! May 21 at 9:27pm · Amy Connor great writing ...I felt as though I was there, standing in the office with the nun...listening to girl gossip and throwing away someone important to me...really powerful Paula May 21 at 9:56pm Greg Colvin Once again, you remind me of how glad I am I got out of Catholic school after 3rd grade. Thanks. But I do have fond memories of playing in the "folk mass" band years later. May 21 at 10:34pm PauLa Servetti Ha, that is tooo funny Greg, Thanks so much Amy, I had no idea you were reading my story. Thanks Vicky, and Sharon..... May 21 at 10:36pm · Greg Colvin It was fun. This beautiful nun enlisted my little power trio for a rhythm section and we had a bevy of beautiful young girls singing and playing acoustic guitar. The drums and electric bass were scandalous, but we packed the gymnasium every Sunday. May 21 at 10:42pm PauLa Servetti Wow That is rather cool. We had nothing like that... at our church we just had the little nun who played organ as she fervently looked up to the heavens..... May 21 at 10:45pm · Vicky L. Sharer You're welcome, Paula! :-) May 21 at 10:48pm PauLa Servetti : ) to Vicky. May 21 at 10:50pm · Greg Colvin This was early-1970's, Paula, so post Vatican II. And the nun was something special. As were the girls... May 21 at 10:52pm PauLa Servetti Oh I get it.... Wow. I don't know about nuns then. I was so horrified with my experience that I didn't keep up. I only know that the strict Immaculate Heart Order refused to recognize the pope as their head of church, and they don't wear habits and they live together in apartments. May 21 at 10:54pm · PauLa Servetti Hey where did Jeren's comment go! May 21 at 10:56pm · Greg Colvin F#ckbook is a black hole. May 21 at 10:59pm Sharon Rogers Great writing and story, Paula! I caught the breeze in the trees in this chapter!.............Ha! :) May 21 at 11:05pm Greg Colvin They were different times, Paula, and a lot of progress was made. But not enough for me to forgive them for the damage they did and keep doing. May 21 at 11:09pm PauLa Servetti Thank-you Sharon/That is just a coincidence. Actually I wrote that part more than two years ago. But I noticed that also, as I re read it for the blog. I hadn't read that since the two year ago mark. May 21 at 11:09pm · Jeren Corseau Jeren said: Oh something about a nun playing her organ in front of all the kids.. Very funny! said Paula....haha May 21 at 11:12pm PauLa Servetti You are right Greg. The nuns were horrible to the boys. May 21 at 11:12pm · Jeren Corseau I wanted them to molest me May 21 at 11:13pm PauLa Servetti Ha! Jeren!!! May 21 at 11:13pm · Greg Colvin The priests were worse, Paula. Much, much worse. May 21 at 11:13pm PauLa Servetti Oh lord have Mercy! May 21 at 11:14pm · Jeren Corseau @greg. I hope ur not still sore. May 21 at 11:14pm Greg Colvin The lord might have mercy, but I wouldn't. May 21 at 11:15pm Jeren Corseau bobby went to sleep i see May 21 at 11:16pm Greg Colvin Sore, Jeren? No. I'm enraged. I hope that between lawsuits and prosecutions the Bishopric is bankrupted and destroyed. May 21 at 11:18pm PauLa Servetti On a more serious note I agree, Greg May 21 at 11:18pm · Jeren Corseau i meant physically sore because I can't be taken seriously. May 21 at 11:19pm Greg Colvin I got that, Jeren, and I even laughed at first ;-> May 21 at 11:21pm PauLa Servetti Laugh Laugh I thought I'd cry ...It seemed so funny to me. May 21 at 11:21pm · Greg Colvin It would be funny to see the Pope doing life in prison. May 21 at 11:22pm PauLa Servetti Woah! May 21 at 11:23pm · Sharon Rogers Is this a book you are going to publish Paula? May 21 at 11:26pm Jeren Corseau Bad Pope. No No. I can see getting 'molested' by an older woman(every school boys dream)....but by a man would stick in ur head forever. May 21 at 11:26pm PauLa Servetti Yes Sharon, I intend to. May 21 at 11:27pm · Jeren Corseau @Sharon. This is the first chapter where Greg Bares All. May 21 at 11:27pm PauLa Servetti Ha ha!! May 21 at 11:27pm · Greg Colvin Me? I've been baring a lot for a while now. No point hiding anymore. May 21 at 11:28pm PauLa Servetti Actually, if the truth be known, there are many a young boy that have been victimized by women. We all have heard about that. Now I know I opened up a hornets nest! May 21 at 11:28pm · Greg Colvin Indeed. Being molested by women can be a bad dream too. May 21 at 11:32pm Jeren Corseau It can? May 21 at 11:33pm Sharon Rogers Paula - I think it will be a best seller!! :) May 22 at 12:23am Soozi Warlick seems I missed a lot by stepping in late here........ May 22 at 12:54am PauLa Servetti Thank you Sharon, Bobby thank-you, for this post, I apologize if there was too many comments on it. May 22 at 9:46am · PauLa Servetti We got a little carried away...by religion... it'll do it every time! May 22 at 9:55am · Greg Colvin When the cat's away the mice will play. May 22 at 9:57am Soozi Warlick ..........my feral cats brought us a bird wing today........little beasts! May 22 at 10:43am Greg Colvin Cats will be cats. May 22 at 10:48am Collie O'Lassie <---anxiously awaiting="" div="" dreamboat="" happened="" he="" heart="" in="" lot="" of="" once="" parking="" paula...="" said="" spied="" to="" what=""> May 22 at 10:53am Sharon Rogers Me too, Collie! You could say Bobby is a "Cool Cat" ...for sure!............ Ha! May 22 at 1:38pm Soozi Warlick still riveting........... May 22 at 6:20pm Posted by Paula on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 12:19 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

	MusicDiva Music Lover	Cool beans, Paula! I didn't realize you had a FarceBook I mean FaceBook, also...I'll check it out. Looks like tons of great comments from that side of the spectrum too... Posted by MusicDiva on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 12:37 PM [Reply to this] [Remove] [Block User]

Paula Paula Servetti

Yes fb has it's moments. People tend to open up on Bobby's site / but this many comments on my link is not the norm, but it is fun. I should go back and post more, there are a few further back on these blogs. Anyway, Toodles! and Thanks Posted by Paula on Wednesday, May 26, 2010 - 1:41 PM