March 28th, 1980, Friday:
Wayne Braddock was sitting in his seat in twelfth grade English class thinking about graduation and the coming summer, which would be his last summer to be free. Wayne’s uncle, an electrical contractor, had promised him an apprenticeship starting in October. It couldn’t start before that date because his uncle had just come through a serious illness and had to convalesce until then.
In view of the fact that Wayne would probably have to work the rest of his life, he decided not to look for temporary work to fill the time until October. Therefore, he was looking forward to the summer, thinking about all the things he could do.
At that moment, a cyclone stormed into the room in the form of a five-foot six-inch girl with long blonde hair and an angry look on her face, her sensuous lips pulled tight. She came storming up the aisle on the other side of the row to Wayne’s right.
Even though she was very angry, Wayne saw that she was attractive, not quite beautiful, for close-set eyes and a slight overbite marred her otherwise lovely features. For a split second his brown eyes caught hers and those blazing blue eyes seemed to pierce to the depths of his soul. He liked her instantly, for her good looks, but even more for her tough and angry demeanor.
Her eyes swiftly shifted to Judy, the girl in the seat to Wayne’s right, who he saw was trembling, her eyes looking down at her shaking hands on her desk.
“Don’t give me that ‘Yes Jackie’ crap. You know what I want.”
"I..I will give you your twenty dollars tomorrow. I get paid Friday evenings, and my bank opens at nine. I will be at your house at ten with your money.”
“I want it now. I loaned that to you two weeks ago, and you promised to pay me back by the twenty second. That was a week ago.”
“But I had unexpected car trouble and had to spend most of it on my car, so I could get to work.”
“Not my problem. Give me my money.”
“But Jackie, all I have on me in ten dollars, which I need for lunch.”
“Tough. That will have to do, until tomorrow. Give me the ten. NOW!!”
Shaking, Judy took out her ten and gave it to Jackie. “You have no heart, Jackie.”
“Kiss my ass hole,” Jackie said. “You better be at my house with the other ten tomorrow morning by the time you said.”
Then she stormed out of the room, but not before giving Wayne an angry glance.
Judy put her face in her hands and cried, upset mostly by Jackie’s viciousness and vulgarity.
During this time, all the other students kept their heads down, as if they were studiously going over their homework.
Except Wayne. He just stared at Jackie, his mouth open in awe, he was so taken in by this attractive bombshell with the disposition of a shrew. This was not lost on Jackie, whose eyes kept shifting between Wayne and Judy during their discussion. Staring at Jackie was Wayne’s first mistake.
As she exited the room, Wayne tapped the student in front of him on the shoulder. “Fred, who was that?”
“That’s Jacklyn Ripper," Fred whispered. “You don’t want to mess with her.”
Wayne then made his second mistake – he burst out laughing. “Jacklyn Ripper, Jackie Ripper, that’s hilarious.”
A second later Jackie reappeared in the doorway and several students gasped. She glared into Wayne’s eyes and was about to reenter the room, when Mr. O’Donnell’s heavy footsteps could be heard approaching. Jackie quickly disappeared and a minute later the bell rang.
As Mr. O’Donnell started writing on the chalkboard, Fred turned around and whispered to Wayne: “You sure do make an excellent first impression on girls.”
Several students snickered. Mr. O’Donnell turned around for a second and it got quiet.
When the class was over, Wayne gave Judy ten dollars for lunch and said she could pay him back anytime.
“Thank you, Wayne. I will pay you tomorrow.”
Sometime in April:
One afternoon when Wayne was walking down the hall between classes with Richard, a friend of his, they heard a disturbance ahead of them. A ring of students was surrounding what sounded like a vicious girl fight. Screams and body slaps could be heard, as well as clothing tearing.
“Don’t let her do that to you, Donna,” and “Hit her, Donna,” were some of many shouts they heard. A few were cheering Jackie.
Wayne and Richard worked their way to the center of the circle of students. The girl Donna’s dress was ripped, exposing her bra and panties, belly and thighs. Jackie’s teeth were clenched in hate, a sadistic smile on her face, as she pulled her red skirt all the way up, seized Donna by the hair and forced her head up between her thighs, face first. Jackie rammed Donna’s face against her behind, only her panties between Donna’s face and Jackie’s butt crack, then she clamped her thighs tightly on the girl’s head and squeezed. A muffled cry of pain came out of Donna, as she futilely pounded on her adversary’s thighs with her fists.
Then a couple of teachers came along and broke it up. One took off his suit coat and covered Donna with it. “Cover yourself as best you can.” A female teacher pulled a simmering Jackie to her feet.
Jackie spied Wayne, and said to him, “Still staring like an idiot, I see. I remember you. Nothing to see here, it’s all over, stupid.”
“Come along,” the female teacher said, and the teachers led the two girls down the hall to the office.
“Too bad they broke that up,” Wayne said, “What a fight that was.”
“Fight?” Richard replied. “It would have been a massacre. Jackie is into wrestling, plus she has been trained in judo. Not to mention her violent temper.”
A short time after that Wayne was putting things in his locker at the end of the day. He had been in detention that day for setting off a homemade torpedo in the hall, and so the halls were mostly deserted.
Jacklyn Ripper was in the same detention class, and Wayne assumed it was for the fight he had seen. She probably had to do at least a week. When he walked into detention Jackie looked up from her seat near the window and stared daggers at Wayne. So, he made sure he picked a seat on the other side of the room. Every now and then he looked at her and Jackie looked over and glared at him. The detention teacher would clear her throat and they both went back to their homework.
After detention, Wayne made his way to his locker, on the next floor down. As he walked he thought he heard someone behind him. Wayne swallowed hard, opened his locker, and put his books inside. All the while he felt someone was staring at the back of his neck. He was about to remove the things he would need to take home when a voice behind him said, “I don’t take it kindly when someone makes fun of my name.”
Wayne was petrified. “I’m sorry, Jackie.”
Slowly Wayne turned to face Jackie. “No Mr. O’Donnell to interrupt me now, ass hole. We’re all alone. And I would advise you not to try to fight me.”
“I would never lift a hand against you, Jackie. I didn’t mean to make fun of you in class that day. The name…”
“I know all about my name, and I have to live with it, ass hole. Don’t mention the problem with my name again. Enough talk, prepare to take your punishment.”
Jackie slapped Wayne hard across the face several times, drawing blood. Then she hit him square in the jaw with her fist, knocking him up against the lockers. Next, she hit him in the solar plexus, doubling him over, pulled up her blue dress and caught his head between her thighs and squeezed hard. He felt her bare thighs on his neck and her crotch against the back of his head.
Jackie kept squeezing and when Wayne caught his breathe he cried, “Owww, owww, oww, Jackie, you’re hurting me.”
“No one laughs at me, especially my name,” she said, opened her legs and knocked Wayne to the floor, where he landed at her feet.
“If you are truly sorry, show me by kissing my feet, both of them, several times.”
Wayne, in pain, roused himself and kissed Jackie’s foot many times, tenderly. She had flats on, with no stockings or socks, so he was kissing her bare flesh. Then he kissed her other foot several times.
Jackie, who was very much aware of everything, sensed the tenderness in his kisses. “All right, you can get up now. And I advise you not to offend me again – in any way.”
“I won’t,” he said, got his things, closed his locker and sauntered off down the hall.
Jackie watched him walk away and wondered about him, why he didn’t fight her and why he kissed her feet so tenderly. “Must be a weirdo,” she said to herself.
As for Wayne, he went home happy. In retrospect, he had enjoyed being beaten by the lovely and hot tempered Jackie, who had actually forced him to kiss her feet. Ohhh, that part was wonderful!!! The infamous Jackie had actually made him kiss her lovely feet. He felt like Quasimodo when the beautiful dancing girl, Esmerelda, gave him water to drink. Wayne went up to his room and masturbated, remembering what Jackie had done to him.
Over the next few weeks Wayne, in talking to his friends, heard several rumors about Jackie, to the effect that she liked to get boys alone and force them down on her. He didn’t believe those stories, ascribing it to exaggerations of her nasty and violent temper.
Wayne thought of Jackie almost constantly and wanted to ask her out, but he was afraid of her. He was generally shy around girls anyway because of his appearance.
Wayne Braddock was five feet eleven, had black hair in a crew cut, brown eyes and a ruddy complexion. He was somewhat good looking and would have been handsome if it weren’t for his eyes that were set too close together, protruding, badly discolored teeth and two moles on his face. Besides that, he was somewhat careless about his appearance and was thought of as a goof off.
So, Wayne’s timidity with girls, coupled with his fear of Jackie held him back from speaking with her – for a while.
But over time he became so infatuated with her that he determined to ask her out.
Early in May his chance came. Between classes he saw Jackie going down a hallway off of the one where he was. So he followed her – he went out of his way to follow her -- up a flight of steps to the next floor, where there weren’t many students right at that moment.
Jackie was approaching the classroom at the corner of the hall, so Wayne picked up his pace to catch up with her. He tapped her on the shoulder.
She spun around to face him, saying, “Don’t you dare touch me, I’ll break you in two. Oh, it’s you, the ass hole. Get away from me.”
“Please, Jackie, a word.”
“Make it quick – what do you want?”
“I, errr. I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame up by the lake maybe.”
A nearby student said, “I give that guy about thirty seconds to live.”
Another said, “Let’s get out of here. There may be collateral damage.”
Wayne and Jackie ignored them, Wayne nervously waiting for Jackie’s response, Jackie staring at Wayne as if she had just discovered some new life form.
“I can’t believe my ears. You’re the one who stared at me like an idiot on two occasions and made fun of my name. Now you have the audacity to ask me out.”
“Yes, I want to take you out. My name is Wayne Braddock, by the way.”
“I know who you are, and I know where you live.”
“You do? Well, where would you like to go?”
“You witnesed my argument with Judy and you were there when I gave Donna what she had coming. Plus, I beat the shit out of you that day after detention. So, you know what kind of a girl I am. Why would you want me?”
“I like girls like you, tough girls.”
That statement astounded several students who were listening, but no one dared say anything.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“No just how I feel about you. And you are quite lovely, Jackie.”
That remark made several eyebrows go up.
“What are you, some kind of a nut?”
“No, I just like you Jackie. You are very attractive and I want you as my girlfriend. I will make you happy. How about it?”
The others listening were astounded at Wayne calling Jackie “very attractive,” but since none of them were suicidal, they held their peace.
Jackie put her things on a window ledge and faced Wayne again. “Put your books on that ledge,” she said. “Here we go again.”
Nervously, Wayne did as she told him. Then Jackie seized his arm and before he knew what had happened, she had flipped him over her shoulder and landed him on his back on the floor, knocking the wind out of him. She stood over him, his chest between her feet. That day Jackie had on a red knee length skirt, a white top, mid-thigh white stockings and grey boots. From his position on the floor, Wayne could see all the way up her skirt to her black panties. He also saw her butt cheks, where her panties firmed them up and he let his eyes linger on her butt crack for a coupple of seconds.
Jackie put her hands on her hips and stared down at Wayne, her face alive with anger. “My father taught me judo.”
“Ohhh,” Wayne said, in a barely audible voice.
When he caught his breathe, Wayne said, “Ohh, Jackie, I love you.”
A look of surprise passed over Jackie’s face, but in a moment the anger was back. “You’re sick,” she said.
“I know, but I love you and want to take you out on a date.”
Jackie picked up her things and began walking to her class, because she heard the teacher’s footsteps coming down the opposing hall.
Wayne was sitting up by the time Jackie reached the classroom door. “Jackie, I intend to keep after you, to take you out.”
“He’s hopeless,” a girl said.
Another made the sign of the cross on her chest.
Just then the teacher appeared around the corner just as Wayne was getting to his feet.
“What happened to you?”
“I guess I must have tripped over my own feet, Miss Brown.”
The other students snickered as they went on their way.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, thank you.”
“Well, you had better get to your class.”
After that incident, Wayne didn’t see Jackie in school anymore and so didn’t have a chance to ask her out again. Besides that, he was now more afraid of her. He knew where she lived, but he was afraid to go to her home to talk to her.