steam still rising from it. I was too hungry to think about who brought it in and how, so I just up and dug in.
I ate like a JD hog, until I was about to make myself sick. Now I’m not one of those city girls I eat, the only thing is, something’s a little off about my metabolism, because no matter how I eat I don’t gain an ounce.
In fact, the only thing that grows on me, is my chest, it’s embarrassing. Southern men for all their talk about wanting a woman with meat on her bones, sure do a lot of salivating over my chest.
By the time I was sixteen it got so I couldn’t have a conversation with one of them without turning red in the face, because they couldn’t keep their eyes in the right place.
Chapter 9
I pushed the tray away and went to see about my bath. I might as well make myself comfortable, because there was no telling when mama would come to her senses; and with daddy joining the enemy camp, I was in for a long haul.
I ran my bath and chose my favorite lavender scented bath salts to add to the water.
Usually at bath time, I have a whole routine; I check myself over in the mirror, to make sure I didn’t have a pimple on my butt at the very least.
See that I wasn’t getting one of those mustaches like aunt Vi had. I was deathly afraid of that one, and have been checking for years now.
Tonight I wasn’t in the mood for my primping though. I had too much on my plate just at the moment.
Like how I was going to deal with whatever nonsense mama had in store for me next. One thing was for sure, if they brought that Jet Durant up to me again, I’m gonna drive over to his swamp hut and blast him to kingdom come with my granddaddy’s old Remington special.
I heard movement through the closed door, and just about broke my neck hopping out of the tub.
“Mama…” I came up short in the bedroom when I saw Jet Durant, sitting in my bedside chair, looking right at home.
I’d only had enough time to grab a hand towel, which barely covered my front, my hair was wet from my bath and I was dripping wet.
I screamed like a panther in the Louisiana bayou and jumped back a good ten feet.
“You, what are you doing in here?” He stood from the chair and moved towards me with a slow gait.
I stepped back one, not risking a look back to see where I was going. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, living on the outskirts of a small town in these parts, it’s that you never turn your back on a wild animal.
“Don’t come any closer or I’ll scream.” I held my hand out in front of me while trying to stay decent with the other one holding up the miniscule towel.
I didn’t miss the way his eyes travelled up and down my body before coming to rest on my face.
“You’ve already done that.” I didn’t trust that look he had on his face one bit. He had sort of a lazy smirk type thing going on, and his eyes looked like they could see more than was proper.
“Daddy…” I started screaming my head off. No matter who he was, I know for sure my daddy would blow his fool head off if he caught him in here.
“Your daddy ain’t here little girl, neither is your mama.”
“What, what in the Sam hill are you talking about?” I tried sliding along the wall to my escape, if I could just make it to the bathroom…
“He dangled keys in my face, keys that looked like my room keys.
“Where’d you get those?” I was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I had to deal with the issue in front of me first and foremost. He dropped the keys back beneath his shirt and I wanted to kick him in the shins.
I was backed up to the wall behind me as he advanced, his eyes never left mine, as he came to a stop in front of me.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re not the first little girl to reject a Durant male, out where I come from, we have our own way of taking care of such things.
Your daddy has sense enough to agree with me, so he and your mama took your little
I ate like a JD hog, until I was about to make myself sick. Now I’m not one of those city girls I eat, the only thing is, something’s a little off about my metabolism, because no matter how I eat I don’t gain an ounce.
In fact, the only thing that grows on me, is my chest, it’s embarrassing. Southern men for all their talk about wanting a woman with meat on her bones, sure do a lot of salivating over my chest.
By the time I was sixteen it got so I couldn’t have a conversation with one of them without turning red in the face, because they couldn’t keep their eyes in the right place.
Chapter 9
I pushed the tray away and went to see about my bath. I might as well make myself comfortable, because there was no telling when mama would come to her senses; and with daddy joining the enemy camp, I was in for a long haul.
I ran my bath and chose my favorite lavender scented bath salts to add to the water.
Usually at bath time, I have a whole routine; I check myself over in the mirror, to make sure I didn’t have a pimple on my butt at the very least.
See that I wasn’t getting one of those mustaches like aunt Vi had. I was deathly afraid of that one, and have been checking for years now.
Tonight I wasn’t in the mood for my primping though. I had too much on my plate just at the moment.
Like how I was going to deal with whatever nonsense mama had in store for me next. One thing was for sure, if they brought that Jet Durant up to me again, I’m gonna drive over to his swamp hut and blast him to kingdom come with my granddaddy’s old Remington special.
I heard movement through the closed door, and just about broke my neck hopping out of the tub.
“Mama…” I came up short in the bedroom when I saw Jet Durant, sitting in my bedside chair, looking right at home.
I’d only had enough time to grab a hand towel, which barely covered my front, my hair was wet from my bath and I was dripping wet.
I screamed like a panther in the Louisiana bayou and jumped back a good ten feet.
“You, what are you doing in here?” He stood from the chair and moved towards me with a slow gait.
I stepped back one, not risking a look back to see where I was going. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, living on the outskirts of a small town in these parts, it’s that you never turn your back on a wild animal.
“Don’t come any closer or I’ll scream.” I held my hand out in front of me while trying to stay decent with the other one holding up the miniscule towel.
I didn’t miss the way his eyes travelled up and down my body before coming to rest on my face.
“You’ve already done that.” I didn’t trust that look he had on his face one bit. He had sort of a lazy smirk type thing going on, and his eyes looked like they could see more than was proper.
“Daddy…” I started screaming my head off. No matter who he was, I know for sure my daddy would blow his fool head off if he caught him in here.
“Your daddy ain’t here little girl, neither is your mama.”
“What, what in the Sam hill are you talking about?” I tried sliding along the wall to my escape, if I could just make it to the bathroom…
“He dangled keys in my face, keys that looked like my room keys.
“Where’d you get those?” I was starting to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I had to deal with the issue in front of me first and foremost. He dropped the keys back beneath his shirt and I wanted to kick him in the shins.
I was backed up to the wall behind me as he advanced, his eyes never left mine, as he came to a stop in front of me.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’re not the first little girl to reject a Durant male, out where I come from, we have our own way of taking care of such things.
Your daddy has sense enough to agree with me, so he and your mama took your little
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