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   I was very lonely and cold, and in that fugue state that follows some
great shock.

   I had been swept up in some situation that I would not completely
understand for a long time to come.  In the course of a few hours, I had
been shot by a good friend, accused of heinous crimes, and trundled off in
the middle of the night to a strange and frightening new environment.  I
was sixteen years and eight months old.

   I was at a boarding school in northwest Georgia, it was military themed
and devoted to getting its graduated alumni into a one of half dozen
schools in Florida, Georgia and Alabama.  The Land Grant Universities that
offered ROTC.

   The depression covered my soul like snow covered the red Georgia clay.

   The pine trees were strange, they grew straight and limbless for fifty
feet from the hard packed red clay, their needles providing the only ground
cover.  When is rained or snowed the clay was slick as wet glass.  We
marched to breakfast at 5:30 AM, to class at 8 am, and we stayed in our
seats until 5 pm.  The teachers and instructors came to our class.  Lunch
(milk, a sandwich, boiled egg) was brought in to class at 11:30, the trash
was collected precisely at 12.  At 3 pm US Army training films were shown,
then we had a study hall.  After supper we had 2 hours of enforced
exercise, then we had to clean our rooms.  Lights went out at 9:30 sharp.
Saturday mornings were for cleaning and inspection, the afternoons were for
blood sports, football played year round.  The schedule was relentless and
unchanging, only leaving Sundays free.

   It was Sunday morning, my first time to reflect on my new situation.  My
roommate was a skinny kid named Joe, light blond hair and a acne scarred
face.  He climbed on the desk and fished a bag out from above a ceiling
tile, sat on a chair and started to roll a cigarette.  Smoking was, of
course, prohibited.

   "Well Mike, was it a boy or a girl?"

   I didn't really understand the question, and why a rich kid (they were
all rich kids here) would be smoking Bull Durham was also puzzling.  It was
December, 1964, the 1960's were just now coming to my neck of the woods.

   "Your trouble, what landed you here, was it another boy or a little
girl? Most of us got here over sex, the rest drugs or shoplifting, and from
the looks of you I would say it was an underage girl," he passed me his
funny smelling cigarette.

   "Go ahead, hit it, you'll love it, suck the smoke in deep and hold it,
go ahead it is Marijuana.  Harmless, you don't believe that Harry Anslinger
stuff, do you?"



   "Who, Harry Anslinger, I don't know him, what did he say."

   Many cautious thoughts raced through my mind, but what the hell, things
couldn't be much worse.  I sucked in the strong smoke and held it down, I
felt my eyes burn and water.  I longed for my girl, Hilda.

   "Never mind, I'll explain later.  So it was a girl, how old was she.?"

   "She's thirteen, going on twenty five."

   "You ever did it with a boy?  Or are you the whitebread type, but just
like hairless little girls."

   "She ain't hairless, that is for sure, and I am going to marry her as
soon as I can."

   I sat back in my chair, the ceiling was starting to rotate.

   "What's her name, she good looking?"

   "Hilda, but I call her Kimmee.  Her sister had a baby name Kimmee cause
Hilda stole the sister's birth control pills, it's a joke between me and
her.  She is dark, an Arab.  Jet black hair and olive skin.  She is a
little chubby, but she knows how to make me feel like I'm king of the hill
"

   "She probably has a new boyfriend already.  Lay back and think of her
naked and some boy fucking her.  Does it make you hurt?"

   "Well, when one well dries up you have to find another, now don't you?
Hilda is thirteen, but she likes dick, I can't see her waiting very long
for me, she just likes being fucked too much."



   "What hurts is what I am getting, this place.  They probably locked her
in her room for a few days.  But I ain't worried, she ain't American, she
is chaperoned all the time, the girls don't get any freedom."

   "So, how did you and her work it out?"

   "Well, I boarded at her house since I was nine and she was five, a few
days a week.  Her brothers trusted me, she was like my little sister, or so
they thought."

   "Ah, the old `vice is nice incest is best' thing.  So, you are a
scumbag. You work your way inside, then everybody trusts you, POW, you
deflower the little virgin while nobody is looking .  Did you rob her piggy
bank too?  Steal the silverware?  Wipe your dick on the fine linen?  Did
you ever cornhole her, fuck her in the ass?  Fuck anybody in the ass?"

   "Uh, no but we did make a game of doing it in her and my parent's beds
though.  And she likes to slip her panties in with my school books, just to
remind me what is waiting." I lowered my voice, "I dreamed of her asshole,
my dick going in and out of her cornhole....." my voice trailed as I dozed.


   I felt him shaking my shoulder, then he hesitated, started to sit on my
bunk but moved back to his.

   "So.............  you are my kind of guy.  You even look like a soldier,
you work out with weights?  You look like that big bronze statue they got
over at Benning, `The Infantryman.' Yea, you'll fit right in with the JROTC
jerks"

   "Weights?  Yea, a little.  ...........  Well she set it all up.  You
ever heard of a boy saying no when a girl want to?.  And then after it
happened once, it was like a snow ball going down hill.  Her sister helped
us, her mamma ignored us, the women in the family want me to marry her as
soon as we can.  Daddy and brothers are never around the house.  And she
lead me around by the nose after that first time.  She should nave her
pussy bronzed." " Two hits, with him showin me how to get it all down in my
lungs.......

   "Plus.......  she started stealing her Daddy's whiskey, And when she
drinks she starts to get loud and doesn't care what she says, a few times I
had to fight her off, so she didn't give us away.  I really think that she
wanted everybody to know, like she was branding me..  My cousin warned me,
I should have known better.  ..........So why are you here?"



   "This place specializes in taking perverts and straightening them out,
I'm a pervert, plain and simply.  You have your weakness and I have mine.
Plus, my mother wants me to go to Athens and I would never get in get in
cause my grades ain't good, I would never pass the entrance exam." Joe
leered at me.

   "Why here?"

   "When you leave here, you can get in at Athens, Gainesville,
Tallahassee, UA, Auburn, you name it.  They don't teach you much, and
nothing not on an entrance exam, but they drill it in through repetition.
Before you graduate, I guarantee you will know how to diagram a sentence,
work a quadratic equation, and know abstract from concrete.  You will
recognize all that Shakespeare junk, but only the quotations they use on
the test.  You will add subtract and multiply monomials and polynomials
until you can do it sleeping.  And you will love to study, the boredom and
isolation does that to you, it you are the right kind of folk to be here in
the first place."

   "And what if I ain't.........the right kind of folk."

   "Well they flunk you out, then you go to some other boarding school, the
state hospital, or the state reformatory; the place you would be if your
folks were poor and you got caught naked with a thirteen year old
girl.......or a boy."

   I wanted to breakdown and cry, but didn't.  My blond Babysitter had
warned me many times about fooling around with dark haired girls.  I
remember the song "El Paso", and all the times she had told me to stay with
blonds like her, that dark haired girls like Feelena would lead me into
disaster, just like the cowboy in the song.  I wanted to call her, but we
weren't allowed to use the phone.

   "Joe, what is the purpose of life?" I asked him that to divert my mind
from its pain.

   "Pleasure and pain.  Getting one while dodging the other.  You know, I
am an Epicurian, but you look to be a Stoic fighting back the tears.  You
will learn a lot of greek stuff here, you will figure it out."

   "Sure you're right.  You got a way to get this stuff all the time?"
taking the last hit off the roach.  Then he rolled it into a ball and
popped it in his mouth..

   "My sister brings it every week, she is fucking one of the deans, so I
get extra privileges.................. you will like her.  She is a pervert
too.  She is game for anything you would want to do, if she likes
you...................  and so am I, and...........  I already like you a
lot..........................."

   "Fucking one of the deans?  Those guys must be in their
forties................"

   "Yea, Joy is a little whore, but were twins, I'll fuck most anybody
too........."

   "What color is her hair?"

   "Blond, she's my twin.  That's her picture over there.  She likes boys
with black hair and muscles, big chest, give it till the second time she
sees you.  Just to be decent.  Actually she likes quantity, if you know
what I mean.  A regular `do the football team' slut, that is my sister"

   I picked up the picture, yep, blue eyed blond, skinny as a rail, looked
like a long haired copy of Joe.  The depression was already passing.  Maybe
it is like they say, when one door slams another one opens.  I lay back on
the bed and dreamed of being an Infantryman .........., and blond haired
girls with slim long, cool, fingers and sticking my dick in one of
them...........and Harry Anslinger who was the first narc, and greenish
vegetable matter thought to be.........................

   Joe was smiling at me from the other bunk, "If you like the cornhole, I
have one over hear that is not being used right now......and its better
than your Hilda's and right in this room, and itching to meet you, if you
know what I mean "

   I dozed, but I woke before lunch.

   Me and Joe roomed together for almost two years, and he was right about
most everything!