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The summer was moving by fast. Crystal didn’t really have the time she needed to save up the money she needed for her annual summer trip, to the Smokey mountains. But that was okay, cause mom stepped up as usual and quietly handed her around $600.00 cash.

“ Don’t tell your sister I gave you that. And if you need more, just use the credit card. “

Yep that’s mom again playing favorites. Me and Misty don’t get a vacation, and we’re of course are expected to work.
Mom always treats Crystal as if she’s special or something. At the time I’m assuming that it’s probably just because she’s Prime and all. I guess being treated as if your special is another perk for those that are prime.

So she had the car packed with her luggage, snacks and instruments.
The rest of her band showed up with their van. It was loaded with all their camping equipment, and of course some of Crystals dumbbells and exercise stuff.
Along with their own instruments.

Technically it’s not Crystals band,
Brothers Billy and Bobby Grigsby, along with cousin Josh was originally a trio type of group. Billy plays guitar and sings lead. Bobby plays banjo and sings baritone. Josh plays mandolin but can’t sing because of a bad speech impediment, caused by a severe head injury by being thrown through a windshield in a car accident that killed both his parents.

These three as a group was pretty good at picking and singing, but never good enough to win anything or get anything out of it.
That is until Crystal came along.

Crystals musical background.
As stated in the previous story. Crystal and Misty’s second home was a beer joint. This is probably because mom either couldn’t locate a babysitter, or most likely she was just too cheap to pay one. So the girls got to stay in the backstage room of the fuzzy Duck lounge while mom partied and got drunk. Which almost was an everyday thing.

Misty watched mom quite often seeing her shoot pool and flirt with men.

Misty’s view point from a perspective of a 7 year old.

“ Mom is having fun, why are we stuck in this back room? Why is her shirt halfway unbuttoned? And those guys are looking down it?

Oh no! She’s leaving with some guy?
Has she forgotten us? “

Misty pouts and cries until someone coms along to console her.
But as the years pass Misty figures out what moms doing.

While Misty’s all upset and scared about whatever moms up to. Young Crystal is fascinated with the band. She loves the country music that they play. Which is real country music. Not that shit you hear on the radio, that they call county today.

So it was basically just a cover band that mostly played the country hits from the 70’s which again is when country music was still good and worthwhile to listen to.

On top of Crystals Christmas list that year was a violin. And she was quite vocal about that being what she wanted.

Mom shopped around and found one at a pawn shop. And on Christmas morning she was awakened by the awful noise of Crystal trying to play that thing.
She sent Crystal out to the garage by herself, so she wouldn’t disturb her or the neighbors with that racket.

Mom found her a music teacher that tried to teach her the basics of playing and steer her towards classical orchestra type of playing.

But unfortunately that wasn’t gonna work for Crystal. She fires the teacher after just 6 weeks. And takes her violin with her to the beer joint. And Paige Whitmore who played fiddle for the band, took Crystal under her wing and teach her everything she needed to know.

To Crystal Paige was like mom number 2. The 35 year old divorced woman with her raspy voice, spent her off stage time helping Crystal learn and eventually master the fiddle.

“ Play it the way the song makes you feel. If the music feels good to your soul, it will sound awesome to your audience. “
Paige will repeatedly tell her.

Within time and lots of practice Crystal gets better. Paige also teaches her how to sing and harmonize with a group.

During the same time. Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Jack takes Crystal and Misty on vacation with them to the mountains, where Crystal discovers bluegrass music for the first time and falls in love with it. Uncle Jack gave her one of his guitars and showed her three cords, and in time Crystal learned to play it too.

That brings us back to the Grigsby boys. Who were at a talent show, and again failed to place in any event.

Their mother speaks up, with her 2 cents worth of advice.

“ What y’all need is a fiddle player and a girl singer. “

This did not go over well with them.

“ No! Girls can’t sing bluegrass! “
Both Billy and Bobby said together, as Josh just shook his head.

You know how little boys are when they’re little. They hate girls and girls hate little boys.

But at this talent show Crystal won first place for her age group in a fiddling contest.

She also played with other groups of girls, where she sang and played guitar.
Bobby and Billy’s parents noticed her, and learned that she lived close by.
They then tracked down mom and introduced themselves and tried to explain their dilemma needing another band member.

So Crystal and the boys got kind of pushed together.
And it didn’t start out very good.
I don’t want to say that Crystal is a biotch at this innocent age, but she can be bossy.

And this right here is a good example why young women get themselves enslaved the way they do. Though the boys are the band in need of help. Crystal steps in and just takes ownership of the whole thing. And she knocks the entire apple cart over by doing so.

It started out by Bobby singing lead and Billy singing baritone. And Crystal stops that. She pushes Billy to the lead position which he hates.

“ If you’re so good? Why don’t you sing lead? “
He argues with Crystal.

“ I will when it’s a girls song to lead! Besides I’ve got to save my voice for the high tenor parts, plus I’m playing fiddle and rhythm guitar. “

The practice and arguing continues for months. But under Crystals leadership a short year later, they win first place at another talent show.

As the years passed by, Crystal blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and the boy’s grew into handsome young men.
Despite that all three of them wanted to fuck her brains out. Crystal was determined to keep their relationship professional. Though that may not last much longer with her being Prime and all.

Her boyfriend Cody of course is also left behind. Mom who says she needs him to assist her. With work of course, she convinces Crystal. But the truth is, with Crystal out of the picture, mom can sink her claws into the young stud whenever she wants.

I’m also suspicious that there is something going on between him and Misty also. Being that I heard her whisper his name in my ear one night, while she was asleep.

When I questioned her about it, she denied it of course.
But the slack in her pussy told me otherwise. Cause she just didn’t feel as tight as she once did.

There again reflecting back on her growing up in that beer joint, she learned at a young age to be a slut, which she learned by the best by watching her own mother.

So the car and van was packed and ready to go. Crystal and mom hug one last time. Mom cries a few tears, though she’s only gonna be gone for a week, mom still hates to see her go.

Now that Crystal is older we can say that when it comes to the band, she’s the biotch in charge. And being the law abiding good girl that she is, she insists on driving the speed limit the entire way.
That’s not normally a big deal around small town and rural Mississippi. With all that farming equipment and all getting in your way all the time, the safe thing to do is just slow down and be safe.
But on I-40 going just going the speed limit can be very dangerous, especially around the big trucks. Slave trucks in particular.

The big slave companies got their trucks and trailers all painted up like billboards. With naked enslaved women on the sides of it.

Smaller companies have just plain white trailers. One in particular almost ran Crystal off the road doing 90 miles an hour, right in front of a weigh station.

“ They’ll get you now! “
She said expecting to see the trooper take off in hot pursuit and blue lights flashing. And she was disappointed to see that he didn’t even get a second look from the troopers.

She was sort of taken back by what the back doors of the trailer said. Edible pussy.

“ Edible Pussy? Really? “
Crystal wonders while the truck speeds by her.

Apparently truckers that drive slave trucks are exempt from a lot of that DOT bull shit.

“ Wonder what it’s like being in the back of that truck? “
Crystal wonders, as she watches the truck disappear in the distance.

The drive continues.

Just the sight of the slave trucks that pass her, sparks interest into Crystals brain.
She wonders how the slaves are packed into the truck?
Are they kneeled floor level only?
Or multi stacked? Where if you opened the back door, would it look like a chicken truck?
Or could it still be like the old days? When slaves were stacked like cord wood, opposite of one another? So every slave would have a pussy in her mouth?
Unless of course there are some studs mixed in, and some may have a cock in their mouth instead.

Some of these questions are answered at the next rest area.

Crystal and the boys pull in and park. They quickly go inside to relive themselves, then they join a large group of onlookers from a hillside they look down on the slaves below. All waked around stretching their legs inside a fenced in grassy area. All were sipping a bottle of water.

The driver of the truck was assisted by two Tennessee state slave troopers, who stood there at the gate with cattle prods in hand. There was a ramp board that led into the back of the truck, the kennels were floor level only.

The slaves wondered about sort of like zombies. You would think you’d see at least two or three of them talking among themselves, since they were not gagged. Possibly trying to plot an escape attempt. But none were. All of them looked in ages between their late teens and early 20’s.

Crystal stood there in her white cotton summer dress, and stylish red pumps. With her sunglasses resting on top of her head.
She wonders how many of them actually chose that life?
She pitied and envied them at the same time.

“ Could that be truly what real freedom is? “
Crystal asks herself.

The slave is free from the responsibilities of life. Like worrying about money all the time, mostly like the lack of it.
The slave is free from the miserable low wage jobs that teenagers and young adults do to generate that money.

Yeah Crystals minimum wage paychecks she earned from the movie rental store wasn’t going very far.

The destiny of the slave lies within the owner that buys them from the auction block. Every slave girl hopes for a good owner. Possibly her life might be like a story book fairytale, where she’ll enjoy the romance of falling in love with him, and he’ll take care of her every need for the rest of her life.

But on the other hand she might be bought by a bad owner. Who will work and use her in any way he sees fit.

Billy, Bobby and Josh, all stand a few feet from Crystal. All three of them had a boner, like all young men would.

No I guess considering by what you hear in the news today, there’s a certain small part of the population that gets a big megaphone that informs us all that not all young men find naked sexy young women arousing.
Unfortunately 92% of us are forced to at least acknowledge that and are expected to accept and respect them for whatever that supposed to be worth.
But fortunately there didn’t seem to be any of those sick puppies in this crowd.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the sound of a loud slap.
That was followed by a hot headed woman who proceeded to cuss out her husband right in front of their 4 children and everyone else.

You could easily tell who wears the pants in that household. That pussy whipped husband might spend the night in a kennel himself, with a bitch like that for a wife.

“ Look at that! That slave is taking a dump! “
Bobby said, all three of them pointing and laughed like children.

Crystal snarls her nose and clenches her teeth, in anger listening to them.

The memory of mom forcing her to use the pet area at the slave market was still fresh on her mind.
Her face turns red remembering the embarrassment of that.

But the slaves they were watching acted as if it was no big deal at all. All of them acted comfortable with their nakedness. And they all had a growing audience that all laughed, whistled and mocked them.

Finally the slaves were lined up at the gate. Then all would walk single file up the ramp and into the back of the truck.

Crystal watched them intensely, imagining herself being one of them.

Billy lights himself a cigarette, then notices Crystal looking at them so hard.

“ What you thinking about? They’re just slaves. “
He says with zero emotion.

“ Yeah I know, they’re just slaves. “
Crystal says back to him, as she takes a sip of water from a bottle and starts to walk back towards her car.

Crystal finds the coldness and heartlessness attitude toward slaves to be so offensive.

You expect that from older slave owning men. But Billy, Bobby and Josh like Crystal was just 18.
By that time Crystal had known the boys most of her life and their family. None of them owned slaves. Nor did they have the desire to do so.

But the attitude? Where does it come from? Why does the slave have to be treated so crudely
by the free public? Especially by the men?

Back up to speed on I-40 Crystal ponders the thought of enrolling in that slave studies course at Ole Miss. Maybe that could answer some of her questions. Crystal thought back to that professor lady that tried to enslave mom and them at the slave market.

“ She was a smart lady, it’s a shame she got enslaved herself. “
Crystal thinks being that she thinks she could have learned so much from a woman like that. Being that she was a professor over the slave studies course and all.

“ Wonder who they’ll replace her with? “

Crystals stomach growls.

She opens a Tupperware bowl of fruit and eats a few grapes.

Stomach growls again.

The fruit just wasn’t getting it, so they exit the freeway in Nashville for a quick bite to eat.

They pull into a Mc Donald’s and get the cheapest combo they could. While eating since they were in Nashville and on vacation and all, they mutually decided to take a quick tour of the place. And the number one place on Crystals list to see was the Rymand auditorium. And off they went to find it.
Unfortunately it was closed to the public, but the nice lady in the office let the teenagers in for a quick look around.

Though the lights were dim, Crystal and the boys climbed the steps that led up to that stage, where so much musical history had been made.
Crystal stood at center stage in front of that red barn looking background And looked out into the auditorium.

“ This is where we want to be someday y’all. “
Crystal says with a beaming smile, as she takes in the moment.

Mom was grooming and educating Crystal to be a realtor, which was a modest and realistic goal, that could be accomplished.

But Crystals true dream was to be a country singer. Like Dolly Parton, Loretta Lyn, Tammy Wynette, Patsy Cline, And Patty Loveless, who Crystal just loved listening to.

Then there was Crystals teenage counterpart Alison Kraus, and her band Union Station. They were the big deal at the time around these bluegrass festivals.
And Alison was already on her way to being a superstar.

“ If Alison can do it, we can do it! “
Crystal says confidently.

The Grigsby boys with cousin Josh half heartedly shared Crystals dream with her.
But realistically they knew they weren’t that good. And even though knowing Crystal made them better than they was originally. They knew she wasn’t that good either. Playing at a festival for fun or playing in a bar covering other people’s songs was one thing. Writing your own songs and trying to get yourself a record deal was a whole different ball game. And Crystal just didn’t possess the abilities to make all that happen.

And even if there was some chance that she could, they knew she’d get the big head like all successful women do. And she’d just fire them and get professional musicians to back her.

After about a half hour Crystal and the boys knew they needed to get back on the road. By then it was mid afternoon and they still had a long drive ahead of them.
They thanked the nice lady who let them in to see the auditorium.
Before leaving the boys topped off the radiator with coolant, and a quart and a half of oil in the engine of the van. Then the drive continued. At dark they exited the freeway somewhere past Knoxville and drove the rural country roads to find Townsend where the festival was to be held. And where they would camp in the campground. By this hour they were exhausted from the drive.

It may have been wise to just stop for a motel room for the night. But that would have met they would have needed two rooms, cause Crystal was not gonna share a room with three teenage boys, she just wasn’t that kind of girl. And knowing that money was tight anyway, they pressed on with the drive.
They also didn’t know the area well, as we know before the days of GPS and cell phones and all, all you had was a map book. And of course you had to use your own brain.

Crystal has the suspicion that she’s probably on the wrong road, cause a town like Townsend shouldn’t be hard to find. But they were probably in the middle of nowhere and lost.

She sees blue lights coming up fast behind them.

“ Oh no! What did they do this time? “

Notice how the woman always blames the men for things like this.

“ Maybe they’ll just take this up with the boys? “
Crystal hopes.

But in moments, she had this big bellied sheriff standing at her window.
She quickly rolls the window down.

“ Miss you in a hurry?…Ain’t you? “

“ I was only going 40 sir. “

“ The speed limit is 35. “

“ I’m truly sorry sir, I didn’t see the sign. “

“ There wasn’t one. “
He added as he slowly chewed on a big plug of chewing tobacco, while looking down the front of her dress.

The name tag on his shirt said Buford.
By his looks he fit that hick type crooked cop stereotype to a T.

His partner Clyde was looking over the van pretty hard. Apparently they were looking for some rolling meth lab that matched the description of their van pretty closely.

“ I’ll need to see your license please. “
Crystal takes the billfold from her purse.

Buford sees her SIN card also in her billfold.

“ I’ll need your SIN card also. “

Hearing that demand instantly sent a chill up her spine.
Crystals fingers trembled nervously as she handed the card over with her license.

“ There’s nothing to be nervous about miss. I just got to check you out. “
She looks up to see him still gazing down the front of her dress.

He then turned and spit.

“ Oh that’s disgusting! “
Crystal says to herself.

“ Just you sit tight! “
Big Buford said as he made his way back to his old dated Ford LTD police cruiser.

Crystal looks down at her big breasts.

“ Check me out?…Shit! “

Crystal got this bad feeling that this wasn’t gonna go well.

Buford joined Clyde in the cruiser.

“ Is that the damn van we been looking for? “

“ I doubt it. Them boys said they here for the bluegrass festival. They ain’t from around here anyway. “
Clyde said looking over their Mississippi driver’s licenses.

They radio in all their license numbers. Everything came back good with no warrants for any of them.

“ That sexy redhead got herself an SIN card, let’s see what that leads us to. “

If this was in today’s times, they’d be able to go on their laptop computers and see all of her official pink shots. And they could decide right then if she was worth detaining.

But back in 1989 that technology just wasn’t available yet.

A woman’s voice comes over the radio.

“ She’s Prime Plus y’all “

Buford and Clyde just look at each other and smile.

“ Let’s take them in. “

Buford walks back to Crystal s window, while Clyde reaches into the glove box for a dime bags worth of marijuana, which he drops on the side of the road just behind the front door of the van.
He then stopped to pick it up to confront the boys with it.

“ That ain’t ours! “
Billy said definitely.

As Buford again looks down into Crystals car.

“ Miss you been drinking tonight? “

“ No sir. “

“ What’s that in your cup holder? “

“ It’s just a Sprite. “

“ Give it here! “
Crystal hands over her drink. Buford opens it up and sniffs it.

Without saying a word he returns to his cruiser and opens up a pint of Vodka and pours it into her drink. He then brings it back to her.

“ Take a whiff of that! “
As Crystal sniffs it, Buford dropped the pint of Vodka down into her floorboard.

“ What’s that down there between your feet? “

“ You just put that there! You’re trying to in trap me? “

“ You watch that mouth young lady! Or I’ll slap that smirk right off your face! “

Crystal almost froze in fear.

“ Oh God! What did I do to deserve this? “
Crystal mumbles out loud.

Buford then smiles down at her with pure lust in his eyes.

“ Your Prime Plus! That’s why! “
He then let out a laugh.

Crystal hands him his vodka bottle back as she slid her bare feet back into her red pumps.

“ I’m gonna need you to step out of the car now! “

Crystal slowly gets out of the car.

“ Back hands slave! “

Crystal immediately puts her hands behind her back, then feels the steel handcuffs bite into her wrists.

Everything was going so fast, as Crystal processed what he just said.

“ He called me slave? Shit! Is my numbers mixed up with someone else? “
There must be some mistake? She wonders, knowing she’s never been enslaved, or broken the law. Or at least up to that night anyway. And so far it appears that there just trumped up charges anyway.