In story #2 We discover successful real estate developer Deb Jones is a runaway slave.
And in a moment of pure ignorance with a sense of guilt. She chooses to return to bondage through what was to most women a pure trap. That will lead them into the world of being a sex slave.
This story will kind of explain Debs former slave life.
Deb Jones was formally by the name her momma gave her was Deborah Renae Parker. But unfortunately on the Parker farm, she was known as slave girl #1. First born of Cole and Molly Parker.
Cole Parker known as Boss. Was a farmer/ Moon shiner. But most of all just known as one mean son of a bitch. He enslaved Deb and all the girls that followed. With the intentions to sell them all off as cunts. But in the meantime, he’d just work the shit out of them.
In her young life it might have been the 1950’s But on the Parker farm is was more like the 1850’s
They had a 2 room shack, a barn and a shit house. No electricity, no running water. The only thing that stood out to make it look like it wasn’t primitive times was Boss had a truck.
As slave girl #1. Deb was ordered to fetch water from the creek, Then had to boil it in a pot out in the yard. Or on the wood stove. To cook and clean with. And if she was lucky. Boss might let her take a bath on Saturday night, probably the only luxury she ever had.
Fetching the water was always tough. Boss demanded her to carry 2 five gallon buckets at a time. And always it’s up hill both ways. Despite the flat lands of the delta.
Then there was planting season. When she’d be hitched to the plow, with a bridal and bit in her mouth. Just so the mule wouldn’t have to. She’d feel the strike of the whip against her naked back in the hot sun. And being redheaded with fair complexion. She’d just burn peel and burn.
Harvest season would be equally as brutal. Everything had to be done by hand. And of course she had a quota to meet. And even though as the younger ones came along. The same would be expected of them. And when they didn’t measure up, it was always slave girl #1’s fault. And she the brunt of the beatings.
Even though this life was a miserable agonizing Hell. Deb as a young slave found use full skills. Probably the biggest skill she learned was birthing babies. In a two room shack. It didn’t take Deb long to put things together in her own mind.
Boss and momma would be fucking. A few months later she’d have a growing belly. By 9 months. She’s screaming her head off. Trying to give birth by herself. While Boss is out in the yard getting drunk.
Boss had an interesting philosophy on this. When a cow got sick and down. He was in dire straits to get a vet to help it. But when it was his own. It was Gawds Will if it lives, and Gawds Will if it dies.
And the graves in the back yard marked with just rocks, shows that many didn’t make it. Which could be considered a blessing. Compared to the Hell they would have lived through.
Like the song goes.
“ 11 in the family 10 daughters and a son. Then momma come and told us, they’ll be another one. “
From the share croppers son, By Carter Stanley.
Molly Parker was a baby making machine. All redheaded fair skinned with freckles.
And she just turned them out like an assembly line. Which is what Boss wanted.
Deb would also learn how to hunt.
As the sun would barely rise on the first day of deer season. You could hear the sound of the rifle crack. From over a 100 yards out. The deer would fall.
Boss would barely crack a smile with pride. As he’d take the rifle from Debs hand.
“ How’d you do that? “
“ I did what you told me Boss. “
He’d then pet her on the head like she was a dog.
“ Now go fetch it and skin it! “
Where Boss would go wrong with Deb. Was not all work was confined to the farm. He needed other work to be done. Usually just to the feed and seed store. Where she’d have to load up all the supplies that was needed, on to the truck.
On these rare outings. She’d take notice of the tractors in other fields, and all other more modern equipment.
At the feed store she’d noticed they had lighting, indoor toilets and running water. They’d pass by a school. Shed see other people her own age, all clean and dressed nicely. Shed wonder why? But no way she’d dare ask.
Boss had rules for when she went to town.
“ When in town you look down!…You don’t speak unless spoken to! And when you do you say yes sir. No sir! Yes mam. No mam. And don’t never add a God damn thing to it! “
The punishment for breaking these simple rules was harsh to say the least.
Small favors to be appreciated.
Once in a while on these outings. Boss would give her a 1 cent piece of bubble gum. Or buy her a Coca Cola.
“ Savor the taste. These things cost money! “
After a hard days work. They’d rest under a tree. Boss would roll her a cigarette.
And again.
“ It’s a treat. Savor the taste. These things cost money. “
As Deb grew older. Seeing things off the farm. Caused her to get rabbit in her blood. And she’d take a chance and run. Only to be chased by a pack of hounds.
She’d soon be caught. Then stripped of her dirty dress, viciously whipped and chained up. Sometimes he’d lock her in the shit house for 3 or 4 days. But keeping her chained and naked seemed to keep her from running the most.
Around this time was when the man started coming around to inspect the girls.
All of them would line up naked. As he’d gauche at them. Poke, prod grope. Slap there ass just like a piece of cattle.
Deb got yanked out of line, for a closer look.
“ This ones ready to be a cunt!…Clean her up! Shave that hideous bush from between her legs! And bring her to the sale! “
Deb didn’t know what a cunt was. But she didn’t like the sound of it. As miserable as her life was. She was used to it. And being owned by someone else for the good or bad. Totally scared the Hell out of her.
The day of the sale was coming up fast. In a moment that she realizes she wasn’t chained or being watched. And even though naked. She made her final run with the evening sun. Through the corn field, the cotton field, the cow pasture. And naked and afraid in to the woods.
She ran faster than she’d ever run before. And when she finally stopped. She listens. For the first time, there was no hounds behind her. The gentle breeze just blew through her hair. She was alone with just the sounds of nature.
She'd come up on another farm house. And spot a white cotton dress, hanging on a cloths line. She ran across the yard and took that dress for her own. In the woods she’d put it on. And she kept walking and walking. And finally stopped to rest and fell asleep against a tree.
The next morning as the sun was rise. She woke up.
That day would be the beginning of a journey that would change her entire life as she knew it.
She continued to walk. And came up on the small town of Whorisville. She stopped at a service station. Inside the restroom she took the dress off. And basically took a bath in the sink. She put the dress back on. Fixed her hair the best she could.
Bare foot and in that dress she walks into town. And for the first time she didn’t look down. People would actually smile and say hi. She would do the same. It felt good. And even though she was hungry. For the first time she felt free.
Return to slavery #3
Return to slavery #3
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Though feeling free. Deb has the anxiousness of being caught weighing heavily on her mind.
She knows the beating she’d receive would be brutal. Of course Boss would probably make it even more humiliating for her. So it would send a message to the others. In the case that any of them would be thinking of running off.
In the distance ahead of her. There was a barber shop. Where Sergeant Richard Jones just walked out of.
Richard Jones known locally simply as Red. Was an infantryman in the marines. He was on his last 2 weeks of leave. Before returning back to base. Where he’d soon after that be shipping out for his second tour of Vietnam.
Red and Deb were both walking towards one another.
“ That girl?…Who is that girl? “
He says to himself. Seeing the freckle faced bare foot redheaded girl In a white cotton dress. That was much to big for her barely five ft. 115 pound frame.
Deb to kept looking at the young redheaded man coming her way. In a green military style tee shirt, jeans and cowboy boots like Boss wears.
In Debs world only Boss wore boots. All the girls including her momma and brother went barefoot. So seeing Red in boots she assumed he was some type of boss.
But also for Deb. Her body was quickly changing as she was developing into a cunt. Her breasts were a nice 38 C, her thick puffy sensitive nipples grew hard and poked through the dress. Her hairy pussy was moist. Needing to be touched.
She didn’t know why? But instinct she felt seemed to tell her it was right.
They both smile at one another, as they pass.
Deb turns looking over her shoulder. Seeing the young man, doing the same. Looking back at her.
She stops in her tracks. As he turned around coming her way.
“ Hi I’m Red. “
He said introducing himself to her.
“ I’m Deb. “
She says doing the same.
Feeling butterflies in her stomach. And fireworks going off in her head.
Red was feeling the same. It was like love at first sight.
“ I see your alone?…Would you like some company? “
“ Yes “
Deb says with a warm smile. Her instincts she felt kind of told her this man didn’t mean her no harm.
He slipped his arm into hers. And up the street they’ed walk arm in arm together.
“ You hungry? “
He asks her.
“ Yes very “
She responded to him.
He leads her into a cafe. They sit in a booth in the back.
He watched Deb as she looked as if she was lost in a world totally different than the one she was from.
She looks to the juke box in the corner. Which was playing country music at the time. Wondering how there could be a group of people inside a box, making such beautiful music.
Then there was a black and white Tv on the front counter. Showing Days of our Lives. There again she wondered the same.
She saw couples come and go. Taking notice of mostly the women. All dressed nicely in dresses and most of all shoes. And carrying purses.
She looks out the window and sees women also driving cars.
“ What in the world? “
She asks herself with wonder.
The waitress brings them each a menu.
Red watched Deb as she struggles to figure out what it is. And kind of figured out quick that she didn’t know how to read.
“ What would you like? “
He asks her.
“ Whatever your having. “
She said pushing the menu back away from her.
Red ordered them both a hamburger, fries and each a milkshake.
“ Where you from? “
“ A farm. Parker Farm I reckon. Since I’m Deborah Parker. “
Red listens to her. He knew of only one man named Parker. As far as he knew the man didn’t have a family. And was just a loner. That had a bad reputation for being a rough and tough son of a Bitch that people didn’t mess with.
“ So where did you go to school? “
Deb just gave him a blank expression. Seeing her struggling with the menu kind of told him she’d never been in a school before.
“ So how many more are like you? “
Red asks curiously.
“ I’m the oldest of 11 girls. “
“ Really? “
“ Yeah and I have a brother to. “
She said taking the first bite of her hamburger.
Red was definitely surprised at hearing this.
And wants to know more.
“ You look young. How old are you? “
“ I’m old enough to be sold off as a cunt.”
Red stares at her with a shocked look. He wasn’t expecting to hear that one.
“ I mean in years? You like 18?…I’m 21 years old. “
He try’s to explain.
The question of age went right over her head and it was obvious to Red she had no idea how old she was.
She can tell by the expression on his face. That he needed to know at least what she knew.
“ I was born to be a slave. “
That statement also shocked him.
“ No that’s not right. “
Red says to her.
“ What’s not right? “
“ Being born in to slavery? Slavery is usually a punishment for criminals or debt court. “
All that to went over Debs head.
“ What do you mean? “
“ Let’s say you robbed a bank? “
“ Is that bad? “
“ Oh yeah. Let’s say your caught in the act and there’s no doubt of your guilt.
You’d be arrested and probably sit in jail for a year waiting on your trial. The DA might offer you a plea deal. You could plead guilty and face a choice of doing 20 years in the state pen. Or 10 years hard labor. Usually busting up boulders with a sledgehammer. Or he might offer you an 8 year sentence to being a slave usually a sex slave. You’d be auctioned off at the stock yards like a piece of cattle. To do whatever whoever buys you. You could be sold, traded or leased out to whoever your owner sees fit to do with you. “
A lot of this to went over Debs head also. But she got the feeling that she knew what he was saying.
“ So what now?…Am I your slave? For you helping me? “
“ Oh I wish! “
Red said to her looking across the table into her sparking green eyes.
“ What do you mean wish? “
“ Actually I think I got something you’ll like much better than that in mind. “
Red pays for there lunch and walks Deb to his truck.
As they drive through town and around the courthouse square. There was a group of nicely dressed women with there wrists bound in handcuffs. Being escorted to a stage set up in the park directly in the middle of the square.
Red quickly finds a place to park.
“ Just watch. Those women are probably guilty of some misdemeanor. There gonna teach them a lesson. “
Red explained.
He and Deb watched as the small group of women were placed in position with there wrists above there heads chained to a frame above. A busty woman’s blouse was ripped apart, buttons popping off. The blouse would be ripped from her body and tossed into the cheering crowd below. Her bra, skirt, shoes, pantyhose and panties would follow.
She was then whipped with a cane. Then left hanging on display, as the other women got there turns. All of whom would all stay hanging and humiliated for the remainder of the day. All would be on local Tv and there pictures all documented by the press, would be in the papers for all that wasn’t there to witness the whole thing in person.
“ Oh my!…Is that what they had in store for me? “
Deb asks concerned.
“ Hard to say but if you was being sold as a cunt. Your job was gonna be to suck and fuck. Let’s get you off the street. I’m sure your Boss Parker is looking for you! “
She knows the beating she’d receive would be brutal. Of course Boss would probably make it even more humiliating for her. So it would send a message to the others. In the case that any of them would be thinking of running off.
In the distance ahead of her. There was a barber shop. Where Sergeant Richard Jones just walked out of.
Richard Jones known locally simply as Red. Was an infantryman in the marines. He was on his last 2 weeks of leave. Before returning back to base. Where he’d soon after that be shipping out for his second tour of Vietnam.
Red and Deb were both walking towards one another.
“ That girl?…Who is that girl? “
He says to himself. Seeing the freckle faced bare foot redheaded girl In a white cotton dress. That was much to big for her barely five ft. 115 pound frame.
Deb to kept looking at the young redheaded man coming her way. In a green military style tee shirt, jeans and cowboy boots like Boss wears.
In Debs world only Boss wore boots. All the girls including her momma and brother went barefoot. So seeing Red in boots she assumed he was some type of boss.
But also for Deb. Her body was quickly changing as she was developing into a cunt. Her breasts were a nice 38 C, her thick puffy sensitive nipples grew hard and poked through the dress. Her hairy pussy was moist. Needing to be touched.
She didn’t know why? But instinct she felt seemed to tell her it was right.
They both smile at one another, as they pass.
Deb turns looking over her shoulder. Seeing the young man, doing the same. Looking back at her.
She stops in her tracks. As he turned around coming her way.
“ Hi I’m Red. “
He said introducing himself to her.
“ I’m Deb. “
She says doing the same.
Feeling butterflies in her stomach. And fireworks going off in her head.
Red was feeling the same. It was like love at first sight.
“ I see your alone?…Would you like some company? “
“ Yes “
Deb says with a warm smile. Her instincts she felt kind of told her this man didn’t mean her no harm.
He slipped his arm into hers. And up the street they’ed walk arm in arm together.
“ You hungry? “
He asks her.
“ Yes very “
She responded to him.
He leads her into a cafe. They sit in a booth in the back.
He watched Deb as she looked as if she was lost in a world totally different than the one she was from.
She looks to the juke box in the corner. Which was playing country music at the time. Wondering how there could be a group of people inside a box, making such beautiful music.
Then there was a black and white Tv on the front counter. Showing Days of our Lives. There again she wondered the same.
She saw couples come and go. Taking notice of mostly the women. All dressed nicely in dresses and most of all shoes. And carrying purses.
She looks out the window and sees women also driving cars.
“ What in the world? “
She asks herself with wonder.
The waitress brings them each a menu.
Red watched Deb as she struggles to figure out what it is. And kind of figured out quick that she didn’t know how to read.
“ What would you like? “
He asks her.
“ Whatever your having. “
She said pushing the menu back away from her.
Red ordered them both a hamburger, fries and each a milkshake.
“ Where you from? “
“ A farm. Parker Farm I reckon. Since I’m Deborah Parker. “
Red listens to her. He knew of only one man named Parker. As far as he knew the man didn’t have a family. And was just a loner. That had a bad reputation for being a rough and tough son of a Bitch that people didn’t mess with.
“ So where did you go to school? “
Deb just gave him a blank expression. Seeing her struggling with the menu kind of told him she’d never been in a school before.
“ So how many more are like you? “
Red asks curiously.
“ I’m the oldest of 11 girls. “
“ Really? “
“ Yeah and I have a brother to. “
She said taking the first bite of her hamburger.
Red was definitely surprised at hearing this.
And wants to know more.
“ You look young. How old are you? “
“ I’m old enough to be sold off as a cunt.”
Red stares at her with a shocked look. He wasn’t expecting to hear that one.
“ I mean in years? You like 18?…I’m 21 years old. “
He try’s to explain.
The question of age went right over her head and it was obvious to Red she had no idea how old she was.
She can tell by the expression on his face. That he needed to know at least what she knew.
“ I was born to be a slave. “
That statement also shocked him.
“ No that’s not right. “
Red says to her.
“ What’s not right? “
“ Being born in to slavery? Slavery is usually a punishment for criminals or debt court. “
All that to went over Debs head.
“ What do you mean? “
“ Let’s say you robbed a bank? “
“ Is that bad? “
“ Oh yeah. Let’s say your caught in the act and there’s no doubt of your guilt.
You’d be arrested and probably sit in jail for a year waiting on your trial. The DA might offer you a plea deal. You could plead guilty and face a choice of doing 20 years in the state pen. Or 10 years hard labor. Usually busting up boulders with a sledgehammer. Or he might offer you an 8 year sentence to being a slave usually a sex slave. You’d be auctioned off at the stock yards like a piece of cattle. To do whatever whoever buys you. You could be sold, traded or leased out to whoever your owner sees fit to do with you. “
A lot of this to went over Debs head also. But she got the feeling that she knew what he was saying.
“ So what now?…Am I your slave? For you helping me? “
“ Oh I wish! “
Red said to her looking across the table into her sparking green eyes.
“ What do you mean wish? “
“ Actually I think I got something you’ll like much better than that in mind. “
Red pays for there lunch and walks Deb to his truck.
As they drive through town and around the courthouse square. There was a group of nicely dressed women with there wrists bound in handcuffs. Being escorted to a stage set up in the park directly in the middle of the square.
Red quickly finds a place to park.
“ Just watch. Those women are probably guilty of some misdemeanor. There gonna teach them a lesson. “
Red explained.
He and Deb watched as the small group of women were placed in position with there wrists above there heads chained to a frame above. A busty woman’s blouse was ripped apart, buttons popping off. The blouse would be ripped from her body and tossed into the cheering crowd below. Her bra, skirt, shoes, pantyhose and panties would follow.
She was then whipped with a cane. Then left hanging on display, as the other women got there turns. All of whom would all stay hanging and humiliated for the remainder of the day. All would be on local Tv and there pictures all documented by the press, would be in the papers for all that wasn’t there to witness the whole thing in person.
“ Oh my!…Is that what they had in store for me? “
Deb asks concerned.
“ Hard to say but if you was being sold as a cunt. Your job was gonna be to suck and fuck. Let’s get you off the street. I’m sure your Boss Parker is looking for you! “
Re: Return to slavery #3
Reds mind was racing trying to figure out what to do with Deb.
No way he could take her with him to his parents house. That just wouldn’t be right. At least unless they were married.
In the meantime he takes her to his sister and brother-in-laws house.
Cheryl and Jack.
He felt that Cheryl could help Deb try to adjust to her new free life.
They arrived at Cheryl and Jacks just as Cheryl got home. Deb watched with an amazed look as the older busty redhead dressed in a blouse, skirt and high heels. Gets out of a Chevy Impala.
“ I can’t imagine myself like that! “
Deb says to Red.
“ Like what? “
“ Like her?…She’s beautiful!…And driving a car. “
“ Be patient with me. I guarantee you’ll be just as beautiful and do all the things she’s doing in time. “
Deb was feeling as she’d just been swept off her feet. In total love with a man she’d just met probably two hours before.
Red introduced her to Cheryl and they go inside. Red takes Cheryl to the side. And explained how the two met.
As Red told her quietly what he’d found out about Deb. They just watched her as she wondered around there small but modest home, looking and feeling the furniture. The soft shag carpet below her bare feet. Through the kitchen she looks at the appliances. With the look of wonder on her face.
“ What are you gonna do with her? “
Cheryl asks concerned.
“ I’m gonna take her with me…She kind of offered to be my slave. “
“ Your slave? “
“ Yeah but I don’t want her as a slave. I want that woman to be my wife. “
“ Your wife?…Red look at her!…She looks like she just walked out of a cave? She’s dumb as a box of rocks! “
“ We got to help her! Her being my wife is the only way. “
“ Seriously Red?…You just met her? “
“ You got to trust me Cheryl! I just got a good feeling this woman is gonna do great things in her life. “
“ Okay Red but I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to Jack?…This is gonna be weird! “
“ I’m gonna go talk to momma and daddy. Maybe they know more about this Parker man than we do. “
He goes to Deb and hugged her.
“ Stay here with Cheryl. She’s gonna help you. And I’ll see you tomorrow. “
He then kissed her on the lips for the fist time.
And it wasn’t a kiss that Deb wanted to end. For the first time in her life, she felt the true feeling of being loved. And she didn’t want that feeling to ever end.
Red leaves. Cheryl finds Deb some clothes along with some clean towels and washcloths. And marched her straight into the bathroom.
Deb looks around at the glass door that enters the walk in shower. Along with the indoor toilet.
Again she was amazed.
Cheryl took a closer look at Debs legs.
“ My God have you never shaved those legs? “
She quickly reached for a razor and Jacks shaving cream.
“ Take that dress off! “
Deb takes the dress off.
“ Oh my! Under your arms?…Either? “
Cheryl looks down at her pussy.
“ And that bush has to go! No man will want to go down on that! “
Deb quickly covered her pussy with her hand, and started shaking her head.
“ No!…Thats what they wanted to do to me!…Before they took me to sale! “
Cheryl puts the razor and shaving cream down. And did the only thing she could do to convince Deb she was doing the right thing for her.
She strips naked herself right in front of Deb.
“ Look at my body!…This is how you supposed to look! “
Deb again looks amazed as she looks the 25 year old woman over. Her trembling fingers reached down to feel how smooth Cheryls pussy felt.
“ What did you mean?…By a man going down on you? “
“ Let’s get you all cleaned up. And I’ll show you myself. “
Cheryl turns on the shower then grabbed up the razor, shaving cream, shampoo, soap and wash cloth. And the two gets into the shower together.
“ What has happened to your back? “
Cheryl asks in shock noticing the scars up and down her back from years of whippings.
“ That’s what Boss does when Slave #1 doesn’t do right. “
Deb says in a shameful mumble.
“ Oh baby I’m so sorry! “
She takes Deb into her arms. Holding her to her luscious big breasts. The two women cry together for a moment.
Cheryl then backs away and wipes her eyes. She then takes her time educating Deb on proper female hygiene. Shaving away all the unwanted hair. She shampoos her hair. And soaped her up and rinsed her off.
Once out of the shower. She drys Deb off and shows her how to comb and style her hair, for whatever style she had, which wasn’t much.
“ Your going to the beauty shop tomorrow. “
“ The what? “
“ Never mind. You’ll find out tomorrow. “
She handed Deb a tooth brush and tooth paste.
“ Here brush your teeth. “
Of course Cheryl had to teach her that to.
“ Oh Reds gonna owe me big for this! “
She says to herself.
They then go into the bedroom. Deb sits on the bed. Cheryl was equally shocked by the look of Debs feet.
“ Your gonna get a manicure and pedicure to! “
“ A what? “
“ You’ll find out tomorrow. “
She said reaching for a bottle of lotion.
“ The soles of your feet feel like cowhide? Have you never worn shoes? “
She asks pointing to the floor of her closet. Deb looks at all the different pairs of shoes Cheryl owned.
“ No never have! “
Cheryl sighs not surprised at all that Deb said that.
She brings her own foot up for Deb to examine.
“ Your feet supposed to feel soft like mine. Ain’t no man gonna want to feel those tough things rubbing against him at night. We got to soften them up some how. “
“ You don’t go barefoot much? “
“ No not away from home I don’t! “
Cheryl did the best she could to get Deb more presentable. And her look had definitely came a long way from the previous hours that she’d first met her.
The two of them were still naked on the bed.
“ Lay back and relax. I’m gonna teach you about other things you need to know. “
Deb lays back and Cheryl spreads her legs apart. And for the first time. Deb experiences what it’s like for a woman to go down on her. She parts her lips and gives her split a good slow lick.
Deb let’s out a gasp. Looking down at the older more experienced woman as she pleasures her.
Her nipples gets hard again. She cups her hands over them softly rubbing them.
That’s when Jack walks in.
Deb gasps as the man walks into the bedroom.
“ Honey what’s going on? “
Cheryl lifted herself from Debs cunt.
“ Meet Deb. She’s gonna be our sister in law. “
“ Our what? “
He said in a shocked voice.
“ It’s a long story. But we supposed to show her everything a good wife supposed to know. Now get undressed! “
“ Okay!…I wasn’t expecting to come home to all this? “
“ Yeah me either. “
Cheryl goes back to eating Deb out. While she watched Big Jack undress.
Jack stood about 6’8 250 pounds. A former marine himself. But with long brown hair at the time. Parted on the side hanging down across his right brown eye.
To Cheryl Jack was her brown eyed handsome man as a Waylon Jennings song would go. And which she would share with Deb many times to make the three of them mutual lovers in the future.
Jack quickly undresses in front of Deb. Just in his boxers he stepped closer to her, and slowly lowers them. Showing off his long thick and hardening cock. Just by the look of it. With Cheryls lips sucking her swollen clit. Her body tensed as she comes hard and shorts in Cheryls face. Her thighs clamp around her head.
Breathing hard she released Cheryl from her leg lock.
Cheryl watched as Debs trembling fingers touched a mans cock for the first time.
Cheryl wiped her face free of Debs cum.
Then crawled up towards her. And takes Jacks cock for herself. Feeding it into her mouth, while looking straight at Deb. Hoping she understands what’s expected of her, as far as being a woman is concerned.
No way he could take her with him to his parents house. That just wouldn’t be right. At least unless they were married.
In the meantime he takes her to his sister and brother-in-laws house.
Cheryl and Jack.
He felt that Cheryl could help Deb try to adjust to her new free life.
They arrived at Cheryl and Jacks just as Cheryl got home. Deb watched with an amazed look as the older busty redhead dressed in a blouse, skirt and high heels. Gets out of a Chevy Impala.
“ I can’t imagine myself like that! “
Deb says to Red.
“ Like what? “
“ Like her?…She’s beautiful!…And driving a car. “
“ Be patient with me. I guarantee you’ll be just as beautiful and do all the things she’s doing in time. “
Deb was feeling as she’d just been swept off her feet. In total love with a man she’d just met probably two hours before.
Red introduced her to Cheryl and they go inside. Red takes Cheryl to the side. And explained how the two met.
As Red told her quietly what he’d found out about Deb. They just watched her as she wondered around there small but modest home, looking and feeling the furniture. The soft shag carpet below her bare feet. Through the kitchen she looks at the appliances. With the look of wonder on her face.
“ What are you gonna do with her? “
Cheryl asks concerned.
“ I’m gonna take her with me…She kind of offered to be my slave. “
“ Your slave? “
“ Yeah but I don’t want her as a slave. I want that woman to be my wife. “
“ Your wife?…Red look at her!…She looks like she just walked out of a cave? She’s dumb as a box of rocks! “
“ We got to help her! Her being my wife is the only way. “
“ Seriously Red?…You just met her? “
“ You got to trust me Cheryl! I just got a good feeling this woman is gonna do great things in her life. “
“ Okay Red but I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to Jack?…This is gonna be weird! “
“ I’m gonna go talk to momma and daddy. Maybe they know more about this Parker man than we do. “
He goes to Deb and hugged her.
“ Stay here with Cheryl. She’s gonna help you. And I’ll see you tomorrow. “
He then kissed her on the lips for the fist time.
And it wasn’t a kiss that Deb wanted to end. For the first time in her life, she felt the true feeling of being loved. And she didn’t want that feeling to ever end.
Red leaves. Cheryl finds Deb some clothes along with some clean towels and washcloths. And marched her straight into the bathroom.
Deb looks around at the glass door that enters the walk in shower. Along with the indoor toilet.
Again she was amazed.
Cheryl took a closer look at Debs legs.
“ My God have you never shaved those legs? “
She quickly reached for a razor and Jacks shaving cream.
“ Take that dress off! “
Deb takes the dress off.
“ Oh my! Under your arms?…Either? “
Cheryl looks down at her pussy.
“ And that bush has to go! No man will want to go down on that! “
Deb quickly covered her pussy with her hand, and started shaking her head.
“ No!…Thats what they wanted to do to me!…Before they took me to sale! “
Cheryl puts the razor and shaving cream down. And did the only thing she could do to convince Deb she was doing the right thing for her.
She strips naked herself right in front of Deb.
“ Look at my body!…This is how you supposed to look! “
Deb again looks amazed as she looks the 25 year old woman over. Her trembling fingers reached down to feel how smooth Cheryls pussy felt.
“ What did you mean?…By a man going down on you? “
“ Let’s get you all cleaned up. And I’ll show you myself. “
Cheryl turns on the shower then grabbed up the razor, shaving cream, shampoo, soap and wash cloth. And the two gets into the shower together.
“ What has happened to your back? “
Cheryl asks in shock noticing the scars up and down her back from years of whippings.
“ That’s what Boss does when Slave #1 doesn’t do right. “
Deb says in a shameful mumble.
“ Oh baby I’m so sorry! “
She takes Deb into her arms. Holding her to her luscious big breasts. The two women cry together for a moment.
Cheryl then backs away and wipes her eyes. She then takes her time educating Deb on proper female hygiene. Shaving away all the unwanted hair. She shampoos her hair. And soaped her up and rinsed her off.
Once out of the shower. She drys Deb off and shows her how to comb and style her hair, for whatever style she had, which wasn’t much.
“ Your going to the beauty shop tomorrow. “
“ The what? “
“ Never mind. You’ll find out tomorrow. “
She handed Deb a tooth brush and tooth paste.
“ Here brush your teeth. “
Of course Cheryl had to teach her that to.
“ Oh Reds gonna owe me big for this! “
She says to herself.
They then go into the bedroom. Deb sits on the bed. Cheryl was equally shocked by the look of Debs feet.
“ Your gonna get a manicure and pedicure to! “
“ A what? “
“ You’ll find out tomorrow. “
She said reaching for a bottle of lotion.
“ The soles of your feet feel like cowhide? Have you never worn shoes? “
She asks pointing to the floor of her closet. Deb looks at all the different pairs of shoes Cheryl owned.
“ No never have! “
Cheryl sighs not surprised at all that Deb said that.
She brings her own foot up for Deb to examine.
“ Your feet supposed to feel soft like mine. Ain’t no man gonna want to feel those tough things rubbing against him at night. We got to soften them up some how. “
“ You don’t go barefoot much? “
“ No not away from home I don’t! “
Cheryl did the best she could to get Deb more presentable. And her look had definitely came a long way from the previous hours that she’d first met her.
The two of them were still naked on the bed.
“ Lay back and relax. I’m gonna teach you about other things you need to know. “
Deb lays back and Cheryl spreads her legs apart. And for the first time. Deb experiences what it’s like for a woman to go down on her. She parts her lips and gives her split a good slow lick.
Deb let’s out a gasp. Looking down at the older more experienced woman as she pleasures her.
Her nipples gets hard again. She cups her hands over them softly rubbing them.
That’s when Jack walks in.
Deb gasps as the man walks into the bedroom.
“ Honey what’s going on? “
Cheryl lifted herself from Debs cunt.
“ Meet Deb. She’s gonna be our sister in law. “
“ Our what? “
He said in a shocked voice.
“ It’s a long story. But we supposed to show her everything a good wife supposed to know. Now get undressed! “
“ Okay!…I wasn’t expecting to come home to all this? “
“ Yeah me either. “
Cheryl goes back to eating Deb out. While she watched Big Jack undress.
Jack stood about 6’8 250 pounds. A former marine himself. But with long brown hair at the time. Parted on the side hanging down across his right brown eye.
To Cheryl Jack was her brown eyed handsome man as a Waylon Jennings song would go. And which she would share with Deb many times to make the three of them mutual lovers in the future.
Jack quickly undresses in front of Deb. Just in his boxers he stepped closer to her, and slowly lowers them. Showing off his long thick and hardening cock. Just by the look of it. With Cheryls lips sucking her swollen clit. Her body tensed as she comes hard and shorts in Cheryls face. Her thighs clamp around her head.
Breathing hard she released Cheryl from her leg lock.
Cheryl watched as Debs trembling fingers touched a mans cock for the first time.
Cheryl wiped her face free of Debs cum.
Then crawled up towards her. And takes Jacks cock for herself. Feeding it into her mouth, while looking straight at Deb. Hoping she understands what’s expected of her, as far as being a woman is concerned.
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Cheryl continued to suck Jacks cock until it was fully hard. She comes off of it.
“ Now you try! “
Deb opens her mouth. And Cheryl guides it through her lips.
“ Ooh teeth! “
Jack said.
“ Suck it!…Don’t bite it!…It’s not a chew toy! “
With his cock into her mouth. Deb nods.
“ Use your lips and tongue. Take it in and out!…Work it! “
They watched as Deb experiments. Jacks massive cock hits the back of her throat She gags.
“ Relax your throat. It will go down it! “
Deb grabbed the base of Jacks cock, what wouldn’t go down got stroked.
“ What you think? “
Cheryl asks looking up at her husband.
“ She’ll be fine in time. Just like everything it takes practice. “
He pulls his cock from her mouth and hands.
Deb instantly missed it. She liked having her mouth stuffed.
But after all it wasn’t her man either. Right in front of Deb. Jack mounts Cheryl from behind.
She watches them fuck. And starts to masturbate. Bringing herself to another orgasm. And craving a cock between her own legs.
She watched as there bodies worked together in perfect sync with one another.
Jack looked over his wife and at Deb.
“ You want to suck it some more? “
“ Yeah! “ She says with excitement.
Jack looked down at Cheryl and winked. She smiles back to him as Deb fed his throbbing cock into her hot mouth again, tasting Cheryls pussy and his leaking pre cum all mixed together. He then grabbed her by the head, making her take more of his cock. She chokes and gags, just as he explodes filling her mouth with his hot spunk.
“ Swallow!…Swallow! “
Cheryl says in a demanding tone. As Jack pulls his cock from her mouth. Cum just gushed out. Down her chin and neck.
“ Oh what a fucking mess!…This is what happens when you don’t swallow! “
Cheryl explained.
With in time Deb would adapt to the taste of cum. And would suck down every drop.
Cheryl wipes some of the cum from Debs chin. And would suck it from her own fingers.
Deb wasn’t sure what to think. But she was excited to learn.
“ This is what you want!…As a woman it’s your job to get your man off! That’s what makes men happy. “
“ Can Jack do me?…Like he did you? “
“ Yeah but not today. You need to save your pussy for your husband. “
“ My husband? “
“ Yeah Red wants to take you with him. “
“ Where’s he taking me? “
“ He’s gonna take you to California. “
“ Where is that? “
“ It’s the other side of the country. You ain’t got to worry about your Boss finding you there. You’ll live right off of a military base around a bunch of young horny women just like yourself. And I’ll guarantee you’ll love it! “
“ As long as Reds there I will. “
“ Well Reds gonna be shipping out for Vietnam. But I assure you. Your gonna be in for an exciting time while he’s gone. “
She looks at Jack.
“ Oh how I miss being a military mans wife…I was the ultimate slut wasn’t I Honey? “
Jack just laughs hysterically.
“ Where is Vietnam? “
“ It’s a shit hole on the other side of the world! There’s a war going on haven’t you heard? “
Deb looks dumbfounded.
Cheryl and Jack look at one another. Shocked at how little Deb knows of what’s going on around the world.
“ It’s almost news time. I’ll watch it with you. While Cheryl cooks dinner. You need to know what your husband does for a living….Hell maybe Uncle Walter will tell us we’re still winning the war. “
Jack explained.
“ Are we?…Or is it just like it was when you were over there? “
Cheryl asks.
“ Honestly I doubt it. If we wanted to win we’d just nuke the God damn place and be done with it. Our pussy politicians don’t want to fight to win. It’s just about money and politics. “
Jack said in a sad and depressed voice.
They go in the living room and turn on the Tv. Cheryl starts dinner and Jack try’s to explain to the naive young woman what war is. And the tragedies she may also face by being a soldiers wife.
They eat together. And watch Tv a little while.
Cheryl gets Deb bedded down on the couch for the night. And her and Jack retire to there own room for there own private fuck a night of restful sleep.
“ Now you try! “
Deb opens her mouth. And Cheryl guides it through her lips.
“ Ooh teeth! “
Jack said.
“ Suck it!…Don’t bite it!…It’s not a chew toy! “
With his cock into her mouth. Deb nods.
“ Use your lips and tongue. Take it in and out!…Work it! “
They watched as Deb experiments. Jacks massive cock hits the back of her throat She gags.
“ Relax your throat. It will go down it! “
Deb grabbed the base of Jacks cock, what wouldn’t go down got stroked.
“ What you think? “
Cheryl asks looking up at her husband.
“ She’ll be fine in time. Just like everything it takes practice. “
He pulls his cock from her mouth and hands.
Deb instantly missed it. She liked having her mouth stuffed.
But after all it wasn’t her man either. Right in front of Deb. Jack mounts Cheryl from behind.
She watches them fuck. And starts to masturbate. Bringing herself to another orgasm. And craving a cock between her own legs.
She watched as there bodies worked together in perfect sync with one another.
Jack looked over his wife and at Deb.
“ You want to suck it some more? “
“ Yeah! “ She says with excitement.
Jack looked down at Cheryl and winked. She smiles back to him as Deb fed his throbbing cock into her hot mouth again, tasting Cheryls pussy and his leaking pre cum all mixed together. He then grabbed her by the head, making her take more of his cock. She chokes and gags, just as he explodes filling her mouth with his hot spunk.
“ Swallow!…Swallow! “
Cheryl says in a demanding tone. As Jack pulls his cock from her mouth. Cum just gushed out. Down her chin and neck.
“ Oh what a fucking mess!…This is what happens when you don’t swallow! “
Cheryl explained.
With in time Deb would adapt to the taste of cum. And would suck down every drop.
Cheryl wipes some of the cum from Debs chin. And would suck it from her own fingers.
Deb wasn’t sure what to think. But she was excited to learn.
“ This is what you want!…As a woman it’s your job to get your man off! That’s what makes men happy. “
“ Can Jack do me?…Like he did you? “
“ Yeah but not today. You need to save your pussy for your husband. “
“ My husband? “
“ Yeah Red wants to take you with him. “
“ Where’s he taking me? “
“ He’s gonna take you to California. “
“ Where is that? “
“ It’s the other side of the country. You ain’t got to worry about your Boss finding you there. You’ll live right off of a military base around a bunch of young horny women just like yourself. And I’ll guarantee you’ll love it! “
“ As long as Reds there I will. “
“ Well Reds gonna be shipping out for Vietnam. But I assure you. Your gonna be in for an exciting time while he’s gone. “
She looks at Jack.
“ Oh how I miss being a military mans wife…I was the ultimate slut wasn’t I Honey? “
Jack just laughs hysterically.
“ Where is Vietnam? “
“ It’s a shit hole on the other side of the world! There’s a war going on haven’t you heard? “
Deb looks dumbfounded.
Cheryl and Jack look at one another. Shocked at how little Deb knows of what’s going on around the world.
“ It’s almost news time. I’ll watch it with you. While Cheryl cooks dinner. You need to know what your husband does for a living….Hell maybe Uncle Walter will tell us we’re still winning the war. “
Jack explained.
“ Are we?…Or is it just like it was when you were over there? “
Cheryl asks.
“ Honestly I doubt it. If we wanted to win we’d just nuke the God damn place and be done with it. Our pussy politicians don’t want to fight to win. It’s just about money and politics. “
Jack said in a sad and depressed voice.
They go in the living room and turn on the Tv. Cheryl starts dinner and Jack try’s to explain to the naive young woman what war is. And the tragedies she may also face by being a soldiers wife.
They eat together. And watch Tv a little while.
Cheryl gets Deb bedded down on the couch for the night. And her and Jack retire to there own room for there own private fuck a night of restful sleep.
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The next morning.
Jack being the good husband. Was off to work just as the sun rose.
Cheryl wakes Deb up a few hours later.
“ Wake up!…We got a lot to do. And a short time to do it. “
Deb gets up. The two get dressed and have coffee and toast for breakfast.
It was then straight to the beauty shop for Deb. She’d never had a real haircut or style. That she could remember. Except for just butchering the front to keep it out of her eyes. It was quite long and stringy. So this was gonna be an interesting experience for her.
“ How you want it Honey? “
The hairdresser would ask.
“ I don’t know. “
Deb would say mumbling.
“ Just use your own judgment. “
Cheryl would say. While pointing and gesturing towards her own hair.
The hairdresser smiles and nods and gets to work.
Cut, shampoo, curl and dry.
Once dried with curlers out. She brushes through it. Giving her that mid 60’s Bob style. Slightly above her shoulders. Parted on the side with the bottom kind of curled outward
Cheryl looks up from her magazine and smiles. As the hairdresser turns Deb around in the chair to look at herself in the mirror.
“ I love it! “
Deb would say as she starts to tear up.
“ You look beautiful! “
Cheryl would say with a big smile.
She was then out of the chair and into another. For another woman to get to work on her fingers and toes.
“ Girl What in the world have you been doing with these hands and feet? “
The woman was shocked at the Calais’s Deb had from years of grueling hard laborious work.
“ Tell her a woman’s hands and feet ain’t supposed to be like that. “
Cheryl said from her chair, as she watched.
“ I’d suggest soaking them everyday. For a while at least. “
The woman said as she clipped and filled Debs ragged nails. They all were then polished.
Cheryl would pay and tip them both generously.
“ Reds gonna cost me a fortune today. “
She says to herself. As the two redheads walk out the door together.
It was then off to the department store. Cheryl spared no expense. Buying Deb her first real clothes. Including bras, panties.
Then it was to the shoe store. Where she bought her a plain simple pair of flats. And a pair of high heels.
The salesman slipped them onto her feet. She slowly stood and wobbled around for a minute. Struggling to balance herself.
“ It takes some getting used to. Wear them around the house for a few days. And you’ll get the hang of it. “
Cheryl then stepped closer to Deb and whispers.
“ Wear them to bed with Red. Men love that kind of thing. “
“ Are you serious? “
Deb asks in disbelief.
“ Just try it once and you’ll know why.”
She then splurged and bought Deb her first purse, makeup, hairbrush and other odds and ends every female needs to get through basic life.
It was then back to the house. Where Cheryl fixed up a dish tub of hot water and Epson salt.
So Deb could sit on the couch, soak her feet and the two of them would watch Days of our Lives on Tv together.
And that’s when Red shows up. He sees Debs new look. And falls in complete love with her again.
Deb and Cheryl watch him pull a little box from his pocket.
He gets on one knee. And takes her hand in his and proposes.
Deb instantly throws her arms around him.
“ Yes! “
She yells out with excitement.
They then kiss passionately.
“ Oh my God!…I didn’t think it would happen this fast! “
Cheryl says watching as they part. Then Red then opens the ring box. And shows Deb the simple gold band that he found at a pawn shop.
He slips the ring onto her left ring finger.
“ I love it! “
Deb says looking at her finger.
It was most definitely the happiest day of her life.
Red and Cheryl then drove Deb over to meet Reds parents. They’d visit and have dinner together.
Beforehand Red talked to his parents who knew of Debs parents. Cole and Molly Parker. They didn’t know that had a family. Especially one of 12. But they did know Cole was a mean and dangerous man. And they suggested that Red take Deb on with him to California. So she’d be safe.
And hearing that Deb and her sisters were all being brought up as slaves. To be sold off as slaves. Was quite disturbing to them.
Cause that wasn’t the way the slave laws were supposed to be. And with Deb in the clear. They planned to go to the authorities to get something done about it.
The next morning.
Red and Deb would leave at sunrise. In Reds old truck Deb looks across the delta.
“ Cotton…Fucking cotton! “
She’d say in a mumble. Hoping it would be the last time she’d see a cotton plant. Or the state of Mississippi.
Deb felt as if she’d just gotten a new lease on life. And for the first time she was gonna enjoy it.
The two lovers would get married in Vegas. And spend the whole night fucking.
Then it was on to California. They had a lot to do and a short time to do it.
Red got them an apartment not far from the base. He then got busy, trying to figure out where to get Deb a education.
Luckily the local high school had night classes for adults. Most of which had some degree of formal schooling. Deb was a unique case. And a challenging one. But she was willing to learn and did surprisingly well.
She’d continue taking classes long after Red shipped off for Vietnam. And eventually get her GED, which she was very proud of.
But as a young and lonely military mans wife. In an apartment complex full of other young lonely wives. Deb got another kind of education from them.
Which was the education in how to be a real slut.
They’d all gather up and ride together in a station wagon. And it was off to the bars. And night clubs. Deb got and liked the taste of alcohol. And started drinking and smoking on a daily basis. And her appetite for sex was on an upswing to. Her and those women had awesome orgies with many young men.
Jack being the good husband. Was off to work just as the sun rose.
Cheryl wakes Deb up a few hours later.
“ Wake up!…We got a lot to do. And a short time to do it. “
Deb gets up. The two get dressed and have coffee and toast for breakfast.
It was then straight to the beauty shop for Deb. She’d never had a real haircut or style. That she could remember. Except for just butchering the front to keep it out of her eyes. It was quite long and stringy. So this was gonna be an interesting experience for her.
“ How you want it Honey? “
The hairdresser would ask.
“ I don’t know. “
Deb would say mumbling.
“ Just use your own judgment. “
Cheryl would say. While pointing and gesturing towards her own hair.
The hairdresser smiles and nods and gets to work.
Cut, shampoo, curl and dry.
Once dried with curlers out. She brushes through it. Giving her that mid 60’s Bob style. Slightly above her shoulders. Parted on the side with the bottom kind of curled outward
Cheryl looks up from her magazine and smiles. As the hairdresser turns Deb around in the chair to look at herself in the mirror.
“ I love it! “
Deb would say as she starts to tear up.
“ You look beautiful! “
Cheryl would say with a big smile.
She was then out of the chair and into another. For another woman to get to work on her fingers and toes.
“ Girl What in the world have you been doing with these hands and feet? “
The woman was shocked at the Calais’s Deb had from years of grueling hard laborious work.
“ Tell her a woman’s hands and feet ain’t supposed to be like that. “
Cheryl said from her chair, as she watched.
“ I’d suggest soaking them everyday. For a while at least. “
The woman said as she clipped and filled Debs ragged nails. They all were then polished.
Cheryl would pay and tip them both generously.
“ Reds gonna cost me a fortune today. “
She says to herself. As the two redheads walk out the door together.
It was then off to the department store. Cheryl spared no expense. Buying Deb her first real clothes. Including bras, panties.
Then it was to the shoe store. Where she bought her a plain simple pair of flats. And a pair of high heels.
The salesman slipped them onto her feet. She slowly stood and wobbled around for a minute. Struggling to balance herself.
“ It takes some getting used to. Wear them around the house for a few days. And you’ll get the hang of it. “
Cheryl then stepped closer to Deb and whispers.
“ Wear them to bed with Red. Men love that kind of thing. “
“ Are you serious? “
Deb asks in disbelief.
“ Just try it once and you’ll know why.”
She then splurged and bought Deb her first purse, makeup, hairbrush and other odds and ends every female needs to get through basic life.
It was then back to the house. Where Cheryl fixed up a dish tub of hot water and Epson salt.
So Deb could sit on the couch, soak her feet and the two of them would watch Days of our Lives on Tv together.
And that’s when Red shows up. He sees Debs new look. And falls in complete love with her again.
Deb and Cheryl watch him pull a little box from his pocket.
He gets on one knee. And takes her hand in his and proposes.
Deb instantly throws her arms around him.
“ Yes! “
She yells out with excitement.
They then kiss passionately.
“ Oh my God!…I didn’t think it would happen this fast! “
Cheryl says watching as they part. Then Red then opens the ring box. And shows Deb the simple gold band that he found at a pawn shop.
He slips the ring onto her left ring finger.
“ I love it! “
Deb says looking at her finger.
It was most definitely the happiest day of her life.
Red and Cheryl then drove Deb over to meet Reds parents. They’d visit and have dinner together.
Beforehand Red talked to his parents who knew of Debs parents. Cole and Molly Parker. They didn’t know that had a family. Especially one of 12. But they did know Cole was a mean and dangerous man. And they suggested that Red take Deb on with him to California. So she’d be safe.
And hearing that Deb and her sisters were all being brought up as slaves. To be sold off as slaves. Was quite disturbing to them.
Cause that wasn’t the way the slave laws were supposed to be. And with Deb in the clear. They planned to go to the authorities to get something done about it.
The next morning.
Red and Deb would leave at sunrise. In Reds old truck Deb looks across the delta.
“ Cotton…Fucking cotton! “
She’d say in a mumble. Hoping it would be the last time she’d see a cotton plant. Or the state of Mississippi.
Deb felt as if she’d just gotten a new lease on life. And for the first time she was gonna enjoy it.
The two lovers would get married in Vegas. And spend the whole night fucking.
Then it was on to California. They had a lot to do and a short time to do it.
Red got them an apartment not far from the base. He then got busy, trying to figure out where to get Deb a education.
Luckily the local high school had night classes for adults. Most of which had some degree of formal schooling. Deb was a unique case. And a challenging one. But she was willing to learn and did surprisingly well.
She’d continue taking classes long after Red shipped off for Vietnam. And eventually get her GED, which she was very proud of.
But as a young and lonely military mans wife. In an apartment complex full of other young lonely wives. Deb got another kind of education from them.
Which was the education in how to be a real slut.
They’d all gather up and ride together in a station wagon. And it was off to the bars. And night clubs. Deb got and liked the taste of alcohol. And started drinking and smoking on a daily basis. And her appetite for sex was on an upswing to. Her and those women had awesome orgies with many young men.
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But without her new found girlfriends and Cheryl back in Mississippi. Deb was alone by herself. With no supervision and virtually no common sense. And by herself she could get herself into some vulnerable situations.
Old habits for Deb would die hard. As she’d walk bra less and bare foot nearly everywhere she went. In her trendy bell bottoms and tee shirt. With her big tits jiggling for all to see.
Local guys who’d come up to Deb to talk. Were fascinated by her mumbling hick like slang. Just like somebody who just walked out of the sticks. Which she was. Sometimes it would be multiple guys. And she’d find herself naked with all three holes stuffed and a cock in both hands. And felt challenged to get them all off. And the bigger the cock the better. She liked feeling a good stretch when she fucked.
One day as she walked. She got picked up by this guy named Tex. He was driving a van. In the passenger seat was some guy named Charlie. In the back was a bunch of hippie girls. That Charlie referred to as his family.
They told Deb they were on there way to church at some guy named Brian’s house. Brian was some kind of big singer, that was supposed to help get Charlie a record deal.
So she gets in and goes with them. The girls tells Deb that Charlie was really Jesus Christ.
He keeps playing this Beatles 8-track tape. Listening to Helter Skelter over and over again.
The girls claimed that Charlie was listening for hidden messages with in the song.
They soon arrived at Brian’s house. And all sat around in a circle around Charlie. While he picked his guitar. And quoted the Bible. Book of Revelations of course.
Now Deb knew a little bit about this.
You don’t grow up in Mississippi without going to some kind of church on occasion. In Brian’s large spacious room. Which Deb assumed was a church. Deb was looking for the cage of rattle snakes. So when the spirit would come over her. She’d pick that snake up. And do whatever the spirit guided her to do. But the spirit never came. And she saw right through Charlie as being a fraud.
He then started putting little tablets on each girls tongue as he preached.
The room starts to spin.
Again she finds herself naked and being fucked by the three men. And the girls joining in.
She wakes up in the wee hours of the morning. Not even remembering the fuck they had.
“ Did I even get off? “
She asks herself. She assumed there dicks were so small they didn’t do her justice.
She got pissed and found her clothes. Dressed and left.
She caught a bus. And on the ride. A teenage girl with a transistor radio, was jamming out to a Beach Boys song. And all she could talk about was how good looking Brian Wilson was.
Deb listens to her for a minute. Then decided to speak up.
“ Don’t waste your time with Brian. He’s a small. He just fucked me last night and I don’t even remember it. “
She left the girl speechless. As she got up and exited the bus.
Around a year or so later. She sees on the news. That Charlie, Tex and a bunch of them girls were in jail for murdering a movie star. And some couple that owned a coffee company.
“ I doubt Jesus Christ would have done that. “
Deb said to herself, thankful she gotten away from them.
Red would return periodically on his leave time. Usually six weeks or so. Sometimes he’d go back and forth to the base. Kind of like a day job or something. Usually after about a month into his leave. Deb was ready for him to go back to Vietnam. He often had nightmares. And insisted on sleeping with a gun. And said things like.
“ The longer I’m out of the jungle. The stronger Charlie gets. And the weaker I get! “
Deb wasn’t sure what to make of it. After all the Charlie she knew was in jail for murder. But this Charlie Red kept talking about must really be a bad ass. Cause Red was Hell bent on hunting him down and killing him.
But besides the crap that revolves around the war. They had there good times to.
In Reds spare time. He taught Deb how to drive. And got her into a drivers Ed class.
Which was taught by to young CHP officers named Ponch and John.
When Red shipped off again. Deb would hook up with Ponch and John after class. The three of them would have lots of affairs during Debs time in the class.
About six weeks after Red shipped out. Deb starts feeling sick in the mornings. Her period stopped. She knew something was up. And eventually went to the doctors office and discovered she was pregnant.
For the duration of her pregnancy, she cleaned up her act. Cut back on drinking, smoking. And slightly on the sex. That was probably the hardest one.
Cheryl would fly out and be with Deb. So she wouldn’t have to be alone during this time of need.
Of course there was the little warning. Debs water broke in the middle of the night. Cheryl raced her to the hospital.
It was then found out that Deb was pregnant with twin girls.
The first would squirt out almost effortlessly. Which name was Crystal Lynn.
The second put Deb through 20 hours of pure Hell.
Before the doctors knocked her out and took the baby girl by C section. It’s name would be Misty Laine.
Crystal and Misty might be identical at birth. But the two of them would be total opposite as far as personalities and body types.
Crystal would be as good as an Angel. And a complete plesiosaur to be around. And Misty could be meaner than the devil himself.
Crystal would be naturally gifted with a high IQ. And would have the self discipline and drive to be the best at whatever she did. Along with an athletic body and Barbie doll good looks.
Misty would be chubby, lazy. Short tempered and not do well in school. She’d struggle the whole way. Even with the help of special Ed.
But one thing about the girls gave Deb a sigh of relief. Both were redheaded just like her and Red. Considering all her affairs with no birth control or safe sex practices. There was no doubt they were Reds girls. And that was a big pice of mind.
Red wouldn’t meet his girls until over a year later. And after that only when his leave time would allow.
So the girls didn’t get much quality time with there father.
Debs new car.
For an anniversary present. Deb gets a knock on the door. It was a man. Handing her a set of keys and a card.
She looks out from her apartment door. And sees a brand new two door Cadillac. Black with red interior. It had a big red bow on the hood of it. Along with a dozen roses.
Deb opens the card.
“ Sorry it took so long Babe. I had to find a car worthy enough for my Mississippi queen to drive.
Love you all ways Red. “
Deb raced outside to look over the car. All her girlfriends comes out to look.
“ How in the world did a grunt like Red afford this? “
“ Girlfriend this thing cost a fortune! “
“ You get a Cadillac?…My hubby got me a bomb on wheels! “
She then pointed to her shit brown Pinto.
“ You must have really fucked him right. “
Yep they were all jealous of Deb. She was the only one that got a new Cadillac. And though she’d have other cars also. She’d keep and cherish that one for the rest of her life.
1974
Deb gets a heart felt letter from Red. He was done with the war. And ready to come home to his wife and children. She wondered what he would do. Ever since she met him. He was a marine. And loved the marines. She figured he was with them for life. And couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.
But she was looking forward to him being home. Especially to help her with the girls.
1975
Another letter.
“ It won’t be much longer Babe. “
The letter said.
It also said that he’d won a car in a poker game. And it would be delivered soon. And to be on the lookout for it.
“ Okay I guess we both need a car. “
Deb said assuming. Though she still had his truck. It was old and in rough shape.
A week later. There was another knock on the door.
“ Got a delivery for you Mrs. Jones. “
The man said.
Giving her something to sign.
Her and the girls go outside and watch as the man opens up the back of a closed in trailer. He goes into the trailer and gets into the car and fires it up.
“ What the Hell?…That thing is loud! “
The three of them watch as a black 68 Chevy Nova is backed out and on to the parking lot.
They all go down to look at it.
“ That’s a race car momma. “
Misty would say. Pointing to an SS emblem on it.
Deb looks inside of it. Seeing the four in the floor gear shift.
“ I can’t drive that!..Park it in the back! “
She tells the man sitting behind the wheel.
“ Don’t worry mom. When I learn how I’ll teach you. “
Misty would say. Like she was already was taking ownership of it.
“ I wonder what your daddy is gonna do with that? “
Deb asks.
“ It’s to loud! “
Crystal complained holding her hands over her ears.
“ Yeah but it’s fast! “
Misty would say with a big smile. Looking at the car imaging herself some day driving it.
A few weeks later.
Another knock on the door.
Deb answers it. And is confronted by two marines.
She’d seen this scene play out count less times. Over the years. She knew what it meant. And now they were at her door.
And she breaks down and falls completely apart. Crying and sobbing like a baby. Then has to tell the girls there daddy was never coming home. The three of them curl up in bed and cry themselves to sleep.
Red would be laid to rest at Arlington. With full military honors.
Deb being the grieving widow. In her little black dress and heels. With the girls at her side. With Reds casket right in front of them.
The marines fold the American flag so neatly and hands it to her.
With the service over. Deb with the girls. Cheryl and Jack and Reds parents go to the Waffle House to eat. They all wanted to know what Deb was gonna do by herself.
She wasn’t sure herself. But she liked her life the way it was in California.
“ Deb you thought about moving back to Mississippi? “
Cheryl asks.
“ No way!…Why would I move back there? “
“ Well for one thing it’s your home. And another is prosperity. “
Deb busts out laughing.
“ Oh come on Cheryl?…Ive been gone a long time. But not that damn long! “
“ I’m serious Deb things are changing in Mississippi. Plus everything out here is so expensive. In Mississippi you’ll be able to pay cash for a home with your life insurance money. Out here it would take all your insurance money plus a 30 year mortgage. To pay for the same home. “
Hearing that made sense to Deb.
“ Think about your girls. What’s gonna happen to them if something happens to you out here? “
Cheryls mom asks.
“ I’m gonna have to find a job. “
Deb admits. No way could she live off her insurance money long. Especially if she buys a home with it.
“ Ever thought about real estate? “
Cheryl asks.
Cheryl had been working as a realtor. For a company based out of Memphis.
“There’s classes you can take. Get a license. I can get you on with me, and I can train you myself. It’s a good job. You won’t regret it. I guarantee it. “
After hearing that it didn’t take much to convince Deb to move back.
Old habits for Deb would die hard. As she’d walk bra less and bare foot nearly everywhere she went. In her trendy bell bottoms and tee shirt. With her big tits jiggling for all to see.
Local guys who’d come up to Deb to talk. Were fascinated by her mumbling hick like slang. Just like somebody who just walked out of the sticks. Which she was. Sometimes it would be multiple guys. And she’d find herself naked with all three holes stuffed and a cock in both hands. And felt challenged to get them all off. And the bigger the cock the better. She liked feeling a good stretch when she fucked.
One day as she walked. She got picked up by this guy named Tex. He was driving a van. In the passenger seat was some guy named Charlie. In the back was a bunch of hippie girls. That Charlie referred to as his family.
They told Deb they were on there way to church at some guy named Brian’s house. Brian was some kind of big singer, that was supposed to help get Charlie a record deal.
So she gets in and goes with them. The girls tells Deb that Charlie was really Jesus Christ.
He keeps playing this Beatles 8-track tape. Listening to Helter Skelter over and over again.
The girls claimed that Charlie was listening for hidden messages with in the song.
They soon arrived at Brian’s house. And all sat around in a circle around Charlie. While he picked his guitar. And quoted the Bible. Book of Revelations of course.
Now Deb knew a little bit about this.
You don’t grow up in Mississippi without going to some kind of church on occasion. In Brian’s large spacious room. Which Deb assumed was a church. Deb was looking for the cage of rattle snakes. So when the spirit would come over her. She’d pick that snake up. And do whatever the spirit guided her to do. But the spirit never came. And she saw right through Charlie as being a fraud.
He then started putting little tablets on each girls tongue as he preached.
The room starts to spin.
Again she finds herself naked and being fucked by the three men. And the girls joining in.
She wakes up in the wee hours of the morning. Not even remembering the fuck they had.
“ Did I even get off? “
She asks herself. She assumed there dicks were so small they didn’t do her justice.
She got pissed and found her clothes. Dressed and left.
She caught a bus. And on the ride. A teenage girl with a transistor radio, was jamming out to a Beach Boys song. And all she could talk about was how good looking Brian Wilson was.
Deb listens to her for a minute. Then decided to speak up.
“ Don’t waste your time with Brian. He’s a small. He just fucked me last night and I don’t even remember it. “
She left the girl speechless. As she got up and exited the bus.
Around a year or so later. She sees on the news. That Charlie, Tex and a bunch of them girls were in jail for murdering a movie star. And some couple that owned a coffee company.
“ I doubt Jesus Christ would have done that. “
Deb said to herself, thankful she gotten away from them.
Red would return periodically on his leave time. Usually six weeks or so. Sometimes he’d go back and forth to the base. Kind of like a day job or something. Usually after about a month into his leave. Deb was ready for him to go back to Vietnam. He often had nightmares. And insisted on sleeping with a gun. And said things like.
“ The longer I’m out of the jungle. The stronger Charlie gets. And the weaker I get! “
Deb wasn’t sure what to make of it. After all the Charlie she knew was in jail for murder. But this Charlie Red kept talking about must really be a bad ass. Cause Red was Hell bent on hunting him down and killing him.
But besides the crap that revolves around the war. They had there good times to.
In Reds spare time. He taught Deb how to drive. And got her into a drivers Ed class.
Which was taught by to young CHP officers named Ponch and John.
When Red shipped off again. Deb would hook up with Ponch and John after class. The three of them would have lots of affairs during Debs time in the class.
About six weeks after Red shipped out. Deb starts feeling sick in the mornings. Her period stopped. She knew something was up. And eventually went to the doctors office and discovered she was pregnant.
For the duration of her pregnancy, she cleaned up her act. Cut back on drinking, smoking. And slightly on the sex. That was probably the hardest one.
Cheryl would fly out and be with Deb. So she wouldn’t have to be alone during this time of need.
Of course there was the little warning. Debs water broke in the middle of the night. Cheryl raced her to the hospital.
It was then found out that Deb was pregnant with twin girls.
The first would squirt out almost effortlessly. Which name was Crystal Lynn.
The second put Deb through 20 hours of pure Hell.
Before the doctors knocked her out and took the baby girl by C section. It’s name would be Misty Laine.
Crystal and Misty might be identical at birth. But the two of them would be total opposite as far as personalities and body types.
Crystal would be as good as an Angel. And a complete plesiosaur to be around. And Misty could be meaner than the devil himself.
Crystal would be naturally gifted with a high IQ. And would have the self discipline and drive to be the best at whatever she did. Along with an athletic body and Barbie doll good looks.
Misty would be chubby, lazy. Short tempered and not do well in school. She’d struggle the whole way. Even with the help of special Ed.
But one thing about the girls gave Deb a sigh of relief. Both were redheaded just like her and Red. Considering all her affairs with no birth control or safe sex practices. There was no doubt they were Reds girls. And that was a big pice of mind.
Red wouldn’t meet his girls until over a year later. And after that only when his leave time would allow.
So the girls didn’t get much quality time with there father.
Debs new car.
For an anniversary present. Deb gets a knock on the door. It was a man. Handing her a set of keys and a card.
She looks out from her apartment door. And sees a brand new two door Cadillac. Black with red interior. It had a big red bow on the hood of it. Along with a dozen roses.
Deb opens the card.
“ Sorry it took so long Babe. I had to find a car worthy enough for my Mississippi queen to drive.
Love you all ways Red. “
Deb raced outside to look over the car. All her girlfriends comes out to look.
“ How in the world did a grunt like Red afford this? “
“ Girlfriend this thing cost a fortune! “
“ You get a Cadillac?…My hubby got me a bomb on wheels! “
She then pointed to her shit brown Pinto.
“ You must have really fucked him right. “
Yep they were all jealous of Deb. She was the only one that got a new Cadillac. And though she’d have other cars also. She’d keep and cherish that one for the rest of her life.
1974
Deb gets a heart felt letter from Red. He was done with the war. And ready to come home to his wife and children. She wondered what he would do. Ever since she met him. He was a marine. And loved the marines. She figured he was with them for life. And couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.
But she was looking forward to him being home. Especially to help her with the girls.
1975
Another letter.
“ It won’t be much longer Babe. “
The letter said.
It also said that he’d won a car in a poker game. And it would be delivered soon. And to be on the lookout for it.
“ Okay I guess we both need a car. “
Deb said assuming. Though she still had his truck. It was old and in rough shape.
A week later. There was another knock on the door.
“ Got a delivery for you Mrs. Jones. “
The man said.
Giving her something to sign.
Her and the girls go outside and watch as the man opens up the back of a closed in trailer. He goes into the trailer and gets into the car and fires it up.
“ What the Hell?…That thing is loud! “
The three of them watch as a black 68 Chevy Nova is backed out and on to the parking lot.
They all go down to look at it.
“ That’s a race car momma. “
Misty would say. Pointing to an SS emblem on it.
Deb looks inside of it. Seeing the four in the floor gear shift.
“ I can’t drive that!..Park it in the back! “
She tells the man sitting behind the wheel.
“ Don’t worry mom. When I learn how I’ll teach you. “
Misty would say. Like she was already was taking ownership of it.
“ I wonder what your daddy is gonna do with that? “
Deb asks.
“ It’s to loud! “
Crystal complained holding her hands over her ears.
“ Yeah but it’s fast! “
Misty would say with a big smile. Looking at the car imaging herself some day driving it.
A few weeks later.
Another knock on the door.
Deb answers it. And is confronted by two marines.
She’d seen this scene play out count less times. Over the years. She knew what it meant. And now they were at her door.
And she breaks down and falls completely apart. Crying and sobbing like a baby. Then has to tell the girls there daddy was never coming home. The three of them curl up in bed and cry themselves to sleep.
Red would be laid to rest at Arlington. With full military honors.
Deb being the grieving widow. In her little black dress and heels. With the girls at her side. With Reds casket right in front of them.
The marines fold the American flag so neatly and hands it to her.
With the service over. Deb with the girls. Cheryl and Jack and Reds parents go to the Waffle House to eat. They all wanted to know what Deb was gonna do by herself.
She wasn’t sure herself. But she liked her life the way it was in California.
“ Deb you thought about moving back to Mississippi? “
Cheryl asks.
“ No way!…Why would I move back there? “
“ Well for one thing it’s your home. And another is prosperity. “
Deb busts out laughing.
“ Oh come on Cheryl?…Ive been gone a long time. But not that damn long! “
“ I’m serious Deb things are changing in Mississippi. Plus everything out here is so expensive. In Mississippi you’ll be able to pay cash for a home with your life insurance money. Out here it would take all your insurance money plus a 30 year mortgage. To pay for the same home. “
Hearing that made sense to Deb.
“ Think about your girls. What’s gonna happen to them if something happens to you out here? “
Cheryls mom asks.
“ I’m gonna have to find a job. “
Deb admits. No way could she live off her insurance money long. Especially if she buys a home with it.
“ Ever thought about real estate? “
Cheryl asks.
Cheryl had been working as a realtor. For a company based out of Memphis.
“There’s classes you can take. Get a license. I can get you on with me, and I can train you myself. It’s a good job. You won’t regret it. I guarantee it. “
After hearing that it didn’t take much to convince Deb to move back.
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With one U-Haul. And a trailer for the Nova. Jack and Cheryl would move Deb and the girls back to the Delta.
They’d move in with Cheryl and Jack for a while.
Cheryl gets Deb enrolled in the real estate classes. And helps her find a affordable home. In an older subdivision outside the town of Whorisville. She’d found a 1950’s era brick home. Three bedroom one bath. With a garage and a pool. Along with five acres of woods behind it. Cheryl convinced Deb to buy that also. To assure her there privacy. Cause the trend even then was people moving south. And by the end of the 70’s. And early 80’s it was gonna explode.
Deb was kind of skeptical of that talk. But Cheryl seemed confident that it would.
The house was a real steel. Probably a lot of it had to do with the crime scene tape still around it. And the outline of a dead body still on the driveway.
“ What happened here? “
She asks Cheryl.
“ A Dixie mafia hit I heard. “
Deb shakes her head, wondering if she’s making the right decision.
“ The owner is out of state and really motivated to get rid of it. I think you can get the house and the land for way under 100k….Look at the beautiful yard and pool. You’d be the most popular mom on the block with all that! “
Cheryl explained.
“ Yeah but 100k?…Thats a lot of money?”
“ Yeah and the same thing would be 300k in California or more…I’ll call him and make an offer for 75k and we’ll go from there. “
“ That’s more like it. “
Deb said approving of Cheryls strategy.
A year later.
With real estate license in hand. With a Farrah Fawcet hair style. Pearly capped teeth. A mini skirt and stiletto high heels. Deb Jones along side her sister in law Cheryl would set the real estate world on fire. With the threat of White Haven Tennessee being annexed into Memphis. The subdivisions of South Haven Mississippi would explode in growth.
“ It’s called suburban sprawl Deb. This is what’s gonna make us rich. “
Cheryl would explain. With in a short time. Deb would soon realize she was right.
With Cheryls teachings. And guidance Deb would win realtor of the year in 1978 1979 and 1980. In 1980 She’d start her own company. Delta reality. Opening her first office on the corner of the Whorisville square. And make it her own personal quest to revitalize the small country town into a thriving city. That she would rule over with an iron fist. For the decades that followed.
They’d move in with Cheryl and Jack for a while.
Cheryl gets Deb enrolled in the real estate classes. And helps her find a affordable home. In an older subdivision outside the town of Whorisville. She’d found a 1950’s era brick home. Three bedroom one bath. With a garage and a pool. Along with five acres of woods behind it. Cheryl convinced Deb to buy that also. To assure her there privacy. Cause the trend even then was people moving south. And by the end of the 70’s. And early 80’s it was gonna explode.
Deb was kind of skeptical of that talk. But Cheryl seemed confident that it would.
The house was a real steel. Probably a lot of it had to do with the crime scene tape still around it. And the outline of a dead body still on the driveway.
“ What happened here? “
She asks Cheryl.
“ A Dixie mafia hit I heard. “
Deb shakes her head, wondering if she’s making the right decision.
“ The owner is out of state and really motivated to get rid of it. I think you can get the house and the land for way under 100k….Look at the beautiful yard and pool. You’d be the most popular mom on the block with all that! “
Cheryl explained.
“ Yeah but 100k?…Thats a lot of money?”
“ Yeah and the same thing would be 300k in California or more…I’ll call him and make an offer for 75k and we’ll go from there. “
“ That’s more like it. “
Deb said approving of Cheryls strategy.
A year later.
With real estate license in hand. With a Farrah Fawcet hair style. Pearly capped teeth. A mini skirt and stiletto high heels. Deb Jones along side her sister in law Cheryl would set the real estate world on fire. With the threat of White Haven Tennessee being annexed into Memphis. The subdivisions of South Haven Mississippi would explode in growth.
“ It’s called suburban sprawl Deb. This is what’s gonna make us rich. “
Cheryl would explain. With in a short time. Deb would soon realize she was right.
With Cheryls teachings. And guidance Deb would win realtor of the year in 1978 1979 and 1980. In 1980 She’d start her own company. Delta reality. Opening her first office on the corner of the Whorisville square. And make it her own personal quest to revitalize the small country town into a thriving city. That she would rule over with an iron fist. For the decades that followed.
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In the 80’s Deb would start to adventure more and more into the commercial side of real estate. Starting with just 3 trailer parks and acquiring the Whorisville bottoms. Which was a package deal that was so bad that the previous owner paid Deb to take the places off his hands.
Future development was the only avenue for success with the Bottoms especially. Investing with in them was a total waist.
She’d apply for some Federal money. And went and bought some blue tarps to cover the rotten roofs of the bottoms. And used the rest to fund other more profitable projects. Like new apartment complexes. And her first strip mall. Which was a success.
That would lead to more commercial and residential growth.
By the year 2,000 She had a four lane bypass around the little town and it was lined with every kind of eating establishment, stores , hotels. Apartments. Car dealerships. And any other kind of God damn business imaginable.
When it came to business Deb had a negotiating style that could only be described as something between a female version of yesterday’s JR Ewing, from Dallas. And Todays Yellowstone’s Beth Dutton.
She could be crude, ruthless and crooked as Hell. And would all ways get her way. With no exceptions.
These traits may have a lot to do with why Deb never remarried. Men came and went quite often. She could never replace the love she felt for Red.
Throughout the successful years. Deb wouldn’t let her wealth go to her head. She stayed quite conservative. In her spending habits. She’d keep the same house. And drive that same Cadillac for decades. And wouldn’t hardly buy anything for herself. Outside the basic necessities of life. Except for her whiskey and smokes.
She never forgot what it was like being poor. And no way did she want to go back to that.
As a mom she didn’t spoil the twins either. They had Aunt Cheryl and there Uncle Jack do that for her.
They couldn’t have children of there own. So they loved surprising the girls with anything and everything they wanted.
They got matching go karts, Honda three wheelers. Bicycles. When they hit junior high it was designer clothes. And everything that goes with all that.
For there 16th birthday. Deb gave them there dads car. But eventually it was gonna be Misty’s car.
And Crystal would have to have her own.
Deb would always find herself called to the school a lot. Teachers and the principal. Would always be praising Crystal. For her high grades. And what a positive impact she had on all the other students in her classes.
Then she had to hear about Misty. Who was always in and out of trouble. And on the verge of flunking out. Or being kicked out all together.
After high school. Crystal was off to college. Mom was grooming her to someday take over the business that she’s built.
For Misty and me. We would work for mom. Misty would sometimes be a realtor. But mom found her more useful in properly management. With her bitchy personality and fiery temper. She didn’t think nothing of going after a vagrant who ain’t paid there rent on time.
Or throwing people out.
For myself I would do whatever shit job she’d give me. For a long time it just revolved around the mowing maintenance of her home and commercial properties. Along with keeping her car washed and detailed. And most of all I just ended up being her boy toy for quite a long time. Cause it seemed like nobody else was doing that part right.
Future development was the only avenue for success with the Bottoms especially. Investing with in them was a total waist.
She’d apply for some Federal money. And went and bought some blue tarps to cover the rotten roofs of the bottoms. And used the rest to fund other more profitable projects. Like new apartment complexes. And her first strip mall. Which was a success.
That would lead to more commercial and residential growth.
By the year 2,000 She had a four lane bypass around the little town and it was lined with every kind of eating establishment, stores , hotels. Apartments. Car dealerships. And any other kind of God damn business imaginable.
When it came to business Deb had a negotiating style that could only be described as something between a female version of yesterday’s JR Ewing, from Dallas. And Todays Yellowstone’s Beth Dutton.
She could be crude, ruthless and crooked as Hell. And would all ways get her way. With no exceptions.
These traits may have a lot to do with why Deb never remarried. Men came and went quite often. She could never replace the love she felt for Red.
Throughout the successful years. Deb wouldn’t let her wealth go to her head. She stayed quite conservative. In her spending habits. She’d keep the same house. And drive that same Cadillac for decades. And wouldn’t hardly buy anything for herself. Outside the basic necessities of life. Except for her whiskey and smokes.
She never forgot what it was like being poor. And no way did she want to go back to that.
As a mom she didn’t spoil the twins either. They had Aunt Cheryl and there Uncle Jack do that for her.
They couldn’t have children of there own. So they loved surprising the girls with anything and everything they wanted.
They got matching go karts, Honda three wheelers. Bicycles. When they hit junior high it was designer clothes. And everything that goes with all that.
For there 16th birthday. Deb gave them there dads car. But eventually it was gonna be Misty’s car.
And Crystal would have to have her own.
Deb would always find herself called to the school a lot. Teachers and the principal. Would always be praising Crystal. For her high grades. And what a positive impact she had on all the other students in her classes.
Then she had to hear about Misty. Who was always in and out of trouble. And on the verge of flunking out. Or being kicked out all together.
After high school. Crystal was off to college. Mom was grooming her to someday take over the business that she’s built.
For Misty and me. We would work for mom. Misty would sometimes be a realtor. But mom found her more useful in properly management. With her bitchy personality and fiery temper. She didn’t think nothing of going after a vagrant who ain’t paid there rent on time.
Or throwing people out.
For myself I would do whatever shit job she’d give me. For a long time it just revolved around the mowing maintenance of her home and commercial properties. Along with keeping her car washed and detailed. And most of all I just ended up being her boy toy for quite a long time. Cause it seemed like nobody else was doing that part right.
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I've actually seen that in real life. It was very bad.
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I’ve seen it to. That’s where I got the idea from.ZeeChromosome wrote: ↑Fri Nov 12, 2021 3:39 amI've actually seen that in real life. It was very bad.