Book Title: Next You: Destined for Something
Author: Angus H. Day
Release Date: April 23, 2013
Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy
Publisher: GMTA Publishing, LLC
Presented by: As You Wish Tours
In the last year of mandatory school each soon to be graduate takes a multitude of tests to
efficiently funnel them into the right career. Personality profiles showing you to be low IQ, bigoted and prone to senseless violence really increase your chances of being denied. Scores mean enough to tempt test takers to cheat using answer sets bought from sketchy characters. You don't always get what you pay for as Felix Dernoft discovers in Destined for...Something, a Next You novel.
The fourth time I met with Angela she was telling me about how we needed to act to be a part of the...group. No lying, stealing, random violence, bad thoughts, and to not give ground to other belief systems. This was the one true way. She would say these things while holding my hand then we would bow our heads and speak to god. Meeting in the room was always crowded as other dorm mates were drawn to the other counselors. Angela would move closer to permit us to talk without yelling and I could smell her scent.
After the fourth time half of the dorm would go to meeting halls specifically for their groups yet I stayed and Angela would again speak with me in the meeting room of the dorm. Though it was not crowded she still got so close that her legs would press against mine and the heat would increase my discomfort causing me to cross my legs before getting shamed. Angela saw this and with her right hand cupped the inside of my left knee urging me to uncross my legs and I resisted with my leg muscles. I lost my focus during this and released some air from below. She cupped her mouth and nose with her left hand while rubbing my back with her right. "That happens. Sorry. Shall we move somewhere else?"
"I would like to go somewhere else with you. I never get to leave the dorm except for classes."
"You know you are allowed to leave right? The dorm matron says that you never show any interest."
"The dorm matron never speaks to me."
"Well then let's go for a walk."
I realized that she was maybe a couple of years older than me but not much. We were almost the same height. As we left out of the entrance to the dorm her hand brushed the swelling in my pants sending a rush of pleasure up my stomach causing me to release a moan.
"Are you worried about leaving?"
"No." She looked me in the face and cast her eyes down to my crotch briefly.
"Oh. I know a place that we can walk. Let's go."
We left the mandatory school grounds and walked along the White river as I found it was called from Angela. She told me how she had graduated from Mandatory school two years ago and gotten further training to help at the school in counseling. Pastor Silvia had explained salvation of souls to her and she had joined the church as a way of finding deeper meaning in her life. The laws against proselytizing, she had to explain that word to me also, had Pastor Silvia worried as she already had four complaints lodged against her. One more and she would be terminated. Somehow we found ourselves in front of an apartment building.
"This is where I live. Would you like to come up to my apartment?"
I live in Fort Collins Colorado with my wife and son. My daughter has embarked on her career as a graphics designer. I've been an Infantryman, Swine Farmer, smattering of other trades and jobs and now I'm a manufacturing pharmaceutical chemist. What aspect of my life that is devoted to fitness favors swimming in open water which means I spend most of the year working out in a pool then hit the lakes when it warms up a bit. My wife Cheryl safety kayaks for me when we manage to make it work. One day when I was waiting on everybody else in the house to get off of the computer when it hit me. Start doing what I had wanted to do for the last thirty years, write science fiction stories. I've read extensively, experienced way more than a person is entitled to and I am a scientist. That being said, sometimes I just pull them out of my ass. The ability to picture a scene in my head helps, once I stop laughing uncontrollably for no reason.