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 "Crack" at 2390 feet per second my Hornaday 30-30 caliber round broke the
sound barrier travelin' toward my target.  I set it up at 100 yards and I'm
sightin' in my rifle; I'm shootin' a Marlin 336 lever action with a Weaver
V3 scope that's on a Leupold quick release mount.  Now I like that mount,
easy to store, easy to clean and, for a close shot I can get it off and go
to my iron sight real fast.  My pattern's lookin' pretty tight, 1 ½ inches,
so I guess I'm sighted in.

   My name's Will Forester but nobody but my bill collectors call me that,
I write human interest and outdoor stories, my pen name's Joe on the Road.
I'm writin' an article for a Florida huntin' and fishin' magazine and
tomorrow I'm gonna do a little research, me and Mutt, Mutt's my dog, we're
goin deer huntin'.

   Back at the house I clean my rifle and stow it in my gun case, dinner's
`bout ready and so am I, we're havin' fried catfish, hushpuppies, home
fries with some onions and green peppers and Cassie, that's my wife, she's
made a pawpaw puddin' for dessert, there's a couple of pawpaw trees on my
land, Kari, Cassie's daughter picked them.

   Cassie and Kari, now that's a story; I found them out in Missouri, I was
just drivin' lookin' for stories, rural folks, small towns, like that. 
Kari popped up in the middle of the road, I stopped and she said some
bikers had just killed her daddy and were after her.  So, anyhow we went
and got Cassie and I brought them home with me.  I reckon they're here to
stay, I married Cassie six months ago, she's a fine woman and I'm happy.

   Kari's a good kid, too.  She's fifteen, just had a birthday, and after
some finaglin' we got her in school, she's in the tenth grade.  She's a big
help to her Momma, Kari does most of the cleanin' Cassie does the cookin';
now, I gotta warn you, Kari's got some hot panties but, maybe I aughta save
that information.

   After that great southern dinner me and Mutt went for a walk, I needed
the exercise, my britches are getting' a little tight from Cassie's cookin'
and Mutt, well he just likes to be with me.  Old Mutt wandered onto my
land, I got two acres on a no name blackwater creek, anyhow I fed him and
he stayed, he was just a pup then so I trained him.  Now he's full grown,
I'd guess him to be around half pit bull and the other half, your guess is
as good as mine, he's sixty-five pounds and if I give him his "GO" command
he's all teeth and meanness.

   When we got back to the house, our house is four rooms, my bedroom, a
guest bedroom, an eatin' and livin' room and a bathroom, there's a loft up
above where Kari sleeps, Cassie was in the livin' room watchin' TV an' Kari
was up in her loft; she came down when she heard me come in.

   "Hey Joe, can we go night fishin', she asked.

   I looked over at Cassie.

   "Why don't you go on ahead, I think she needs it, it's been a while."

   "Ok, Baby, go ahead and get your stuff, I'll meet you at the boat."

   I got my .22, called Mutt and went down to the dock.  My boat's a 16
foot John boat with a 15 horsepower Evinrude.  I started up the engine and
idled, waitin' for Kari.

   She was carrin' a little bag and two pillows, she tossed them in the
boat and climbed in.

   "What's the pillows for," I asked.

   "To sit on, I don't want my butt to get sore," she said, then she
grinned a sly little grin.

   Well at least I knew what she wanted.

   I need to tell you a bit about Kari, she heard her daddy get shot and
the bikers that shot him were probably still lookin' for Kari, they saw her
run away and chased her but I got her first.  Now, murder, that's a serious
crime but, truth be told them boys maybe aught get a civic commendation for
killin' old Denny, I never knew him but the girls told me about him.

   Denny was a meth cooker and it seems he shorted a biker gang on a sale,
that's what got him shot but he must've been a real bastard.  He beat
Cassie with an electric cord so bad her back was still a mass of scars but
what he done to Kari really was worse.  He raped her when she was ten years
old then just kept on doin' it.  Knocked her up when she was twelve, the
old woman he hired to do an abortion got the baby out alright, she screwed
it up and got all the babies out, Kari can't have no kids, but he did leave
her with a cravin' for cock.

   Her Momma knows it, she knows `bout Kari and me, too.  Fact she
encourages me, says someone's gonna take care of her needs, she'd rather it
be me, so Kari and I get together every once in a while and tonight's one
of them.  That's what Cassie was tellin' me when she said "I think she
needs it."

   I tie up the boat under the stand of water oaks; Mutt jumps out and
starts sniffin' `round for squirrels and such.  Then I give Kari a hand,
she's got her bag, I toss her the pillows and get my old blanket out of the
storage compartment.

   On the bank I spread out the blanket an Kari tosses the pillows down. 
We lay down beside each other; I take her in my arms.

   "What's wrong Baby," I ask, there's usually something bugging her when
she wants to "go fishin'."

   "I dunno Joe, I'm feelin' kinda sad, some of the kids at make fun of me,
the way I talk and all."

   Kari did have an Ozark twang; she'd lose it but not overnight.

   "An they call me a Hillbilly; Joe, I ain't no Hillbilly an I know more
about life than any of them."

   I thought, at least the sordid side of life, I said,

   "Baby, what makes you happy."

   "You do Joe, you make me happy."

   Then she crawled atop of me and kissed me, a real wet tongue swappin'
kiss.

   "Joe, take my top off, please Joe, I want you to touch my titties."

   She was wearin' a Tee-shirt and a pair of shorts; I lifted the top over
her head.  She didn't have a bra on, her breasts were small, maybe 34B's
but they were firm, pretty.

   We kissed while I fondled her, twistin' her nipples, tuggin' on them
then I kissed down her chest and took one in my mouth, a hard little gum
drop, I sucked in it , rolled it around with my tongue then swapped, givin'
them both my royal treatment.

   I started kissin' down her body; I had one hand rubbin' her through her
shorts.  I unfastened the gripper and pulled the zipper down,

   "Let me get these off, lift your hips."

   I left her panties on, I liked to be right down there when I took them
off, sorta like unwrappin' a Christmas present.

   I kissed her tummy then came on down to the elastic in her panties, I
pulled then down real slow, first her strawberry blonde curls came into
view, I nuzzled her there then took her panties clear off.

   I opened her lips, she was dark pink, I lowered my face, first I
inhaled, sweet scent of an aroused young woman then I tasted her, light
citrus flavor.

   With my lips I gently tugged on her labia and let my tongue explore
between her inner and outed lips, first one side then the other.  I started
up by her clit and licked down her vulva, at the end I gave tight rosebud a
rim job then I started back up, slowly snaking up, I dipped my tongue in
her vagina, pumped it a couple of times then moved up to the clit.  In the
low light it shone, glistening; I took it between my lips and sucked her
in. While I sucked, the tip of my tongue was flickin' that pearl, battin'
it, feathery touches.

   Kari started shakin', she was about ready, I sucked a little harder,
flicked a little faster, and the tremors started.  Kari's orgasms were a
thing to behold, her tummy rippled like a wash board an everything got
taut, then the contractions followed, her vagina spewed out her love
juices, there'd be four of five gushes, there was, Kari wailed out, "Oooooo
God Joe, yessssss, yessssss, oh, oh, oh," she'd wail then pant.

   I got my tongue down there to her vagina, licked up all of her
sweetness, while she panted.

   When she got settled down she said, "Sit up Joe."

   I sat up, she took my pillow and put on top of hers and picked up her
little bag.

   As she crawled across my lap she took a tube out of the bag and handed
it to me, "Get me ready Joe."

   I'd introduced to Kari to anal sex four or five months ago; she loved it
from the first time.  Now I'm fair sized, a fat eight inches and then she
was only a fourteen year old girl then, I knew it had to hurt her.  I think
she likes a little pain, maybe she equates sex and pain after the way her
daddy'd treated her, I don't know, I'm not a psychologist, but I do know
she likes it.  When we'd first done it I'd used Vaseline from my first aid
kit.  Now she didn't much like that, said afterwards was like sittin' on a
pile of grease so she bought the KY Jelly; that's what she handed me.

   She stopped, "Joe let me help ya get outta those clothes first, I want
you ready when I am."

   I took off my T-shirt while she unzipped and ungripped my Levi's then
she got up, grabbed them by the legs and pulled them off.  I was commando,
I was undressed.  She crawled back over my lap.

   Kari's got a nice bubble butt, tautly muscled and I kneaded it.  She
wiggled, she was anxious to get started, I put some lube on my finger and
pressed against her ring `til she relaxed enough to let me in, I pumped a
few times then squeezed a bunch right on her.

   "That's cold Joe," she squawked.

   "You'll be thankful for it in a couple of minutes."

   "I know Joe, I know; now hurry up, I want to feel you in me."

   When I had her ready I patted her bottom.

   She crawled off my lap and over the pillows, she wanted it from behind
tonight; I was most happy to oblige, it was my favorite position, too.

   Old John Henry, my nickname, was chompin' at the bit, I lined him up.

   "You ready Baby," I asked.

   Kari just nodded yes.

   I took it slow and easy goin' in, just nice firm pressure, kinda like
waitin' for an invitation, then her sphincters relaxed and I was in.  I
kept it slow and steady, just movin' forward an inch or so then more, then
more `til I was way up in her.

   When I slid through Kari went, "Unnnnngh," kind of a moan.

   I stopped when I was in; let her rest for a few moments.

   "Joe, spank me while you're fuckin' me, slap my ass."

   "Why would I do that Baby?"

   "Cause I want you to Joe, please?"

   So, I started pumpin' and I started spankin', I wasn't slappin' her real
hard.

   "Harder Joe, fuck me harder; spank me harder."

   I mounted her, my feet outside her knees and me way up on her; I was
reaming her good and slappin' her ass with my right hand, musta looked like
a Jockey it the home stretch.

   Kari was makin' noises like I've not heard before, when I hammered into
her she'd make a gruntin' sound, "Ungh, ungh, ungh, and when I'd spank her
she'd wail out, Yessssss."

   I got a good firm grip on her hips and went at her, jackhammerin' her,
deep thrusts, way up in her guts, then way back out then back up again. 
God, I love bein' in Kari, her bottom's the tightest I've ever been in, I
even like the smell, when she's opened up in back like now, there's an
earthy musky odor, I think Mother Earth and, least to me, that adds to her
femininity, I love her and not like a step-daughter, more like a junior
wife.

   Kari's startin' to quiver, I think my God, she's gonna cum just from
anal sex and a spankin', usually I play with her clit to help her along but
between fuckin' her and spankin' her I didn't have a free hand.

   Her contractions are startin' I pound her hard a few more times then
grab hold and pull her back on me while I power forward, clear up in her
rectum, deep in her bowels, John Henry spits, spits hell, he spews, I'm
pourin' gush after gush of my hot jizz way up in her and she's flowin' so
much it's runnin' down the insides or her thighs.

   Kari sorta collapsed on the pillows, I'm still in her, I stroke out
drainin' the last, I was getting' soft but I was still in her, kinda
restin' on her an I hear her cryin', little bitty sobs, still she's cryin',
I rub her back and down along her sides.

   "What's the matter Baby," I ask.

   Snifflin' and tryin' to catch her breath Kari says, "Nothin' Joe,
nothin's wrong at all, I'm just happy."

   I got off and leaned over the pillow so I could see her face, she turned
toward me and gave me a smile; her eyes were teary, glistening in the
moonlight, "I'm so happy I had to cry, not sadness, girl stuff, emotions."

   "Ok," I said, not really understanding.  I mean if you're gonna make me
cry you gotta kick me in the balls or some such; must be like she'd said,
"girl stuff."

   "Will you hold me for a little while Joe?"

   I sat with my back against the pillows and she crawled on my lap, like a
little girl, she wanted to be held and comforted, I was there for her, I
love her.

   We sat in silence for better than thirty minutes, not a word from either
of us.  I stroked her pretty strawberry blonde hair and caressed her body,
she sniffled a few times then I didn't hear her but her eyes were still
leakin', I could feel her tears on my chest.

   She spoke first, woman or teenager, sometimes I didn't know which I was
dealing with, I think she was teenager right now otherwise how could she go
from emotions and tears to,

   "You suppose you'll get a deer tomorrow; I'd sure like a venison roast
for thanksgiving instead of a turkey."

   "I hope so, I'm gonna give it my best shot.

   "You ready to head back yet Baby?"

   "I guess so Joe; I'm gonna be glad I brought those pillows, I'm sore
back there, I'm gonna sit on them."

   She pulled her panties back on then her shorts and her top then gathered
up her bag and the pillows and tossed them in the boat, I folded the
blanket and whistled, "Come on Mutt."

   He was in the boat before me.

   Kari was sittin' on the pillows, "I feel all squishy down there Joe,
sore and squishy."

   "Well, I reckon you aughta."

   "Yep, suppose so."

   And that was the gist of our conversation on the ride back.

   When we got back I got to the bathroom first, I washed John Henry off,
Cassie and me would probably have one for the road `fore I went huntin'.

   Cassie was still in the livin' room, the TV was still on but when I came
out she turned it off and asked if I'd like to have a drink and walk down
to the dock to sit a spell.

   That means she wants to have a chat, my only answer can be Jack and
water or Vodka and grapefruit dependin' on my taste buds that night, "No
Honey" is not an option; she brought my Jack with her, she was gonna sip a
little wine.

   She set the drinks on the table we've got down there then gave me a big
old hug and a kiss, she's my woman and I love her dearly and I know she
loves me, too.  First time I saw Cassie, that was back in Missouri, I
thought she was about forty, she was bone skinny and kinda scraggly
lookin', but I gotta tell you, she fattened up real nice, her own fantastic
country cookin' and, I think, old Joe's lovin', that girl blossomed like a
rose.  She's a real pretty woman and she damned sure fooled me, she ain't
but twenty-nine.  I'm thirty-six but we still wanta make us a baby, we work
real hard at it.  Now I know about basal temperatures and all that, we
figured if we just went ahead and done it every day we could we'd get
lucky; nothin' yet but we'll keep tryin', we both like tryin'.

   Anyhow she gave me that kiss and licked her lips after.

   "Joe Sugar, she calls me Sugar `cause I'm so sweet, that kiss tasted
like a cross between tangerines and anchovies, what in the hell is that?"

   "Kari."

   "And if I give John Henry a little "goodnight kiss" what's he gonna
taste like?"

   "Soap, Dial soap."

   "So you washed ol' John but you ain't took a shower yet, how come?"

   "Ah Cassie, I didn't want, you know, something to happen with you."

   The damned woman missed her calling, she should have been an
interrogator, she already knew what we'd done.

   "So Joe, you ate her pussy then butt fucked her, am I right?"

   "Well, I spanked her too, only `cause she wanted it though."

   "Cassie, she made me worried about her tonight, Kari's a good girl and I
thought she was happy here on the creek but she's disturbed about some
things at school and I think there's something maybe a little wrong, she
wanted pain tonight, she wanted me to fuck her socks off and she wanted me
to spank her while we were doin' it.  After, she cried.  I asked her what
the matter was she said nothin', that she was happy, that they was tears of
joy, but truth Cassie, I'm a bit worried."

   "Me to Joe, and maybe she did need tonight, a little pain, a lotta
pleasure and a strong man's chest to cry on.  I'm glad you were there for
her but I'm a little worried, too.  I think a lot of it's she ain't got no
friends, now I don't mean you and me, we both love her, I mean some
fifteen, sixteen year old girl she can have her girly talks and secrets
with.  Joe, sometimes we forget she ain't but fifteen."

   Tryin' to lighten the mood I said, "Hey I'm goin' huntin' tomorrow,
might be I can bag one of those, you know a buddy for her."

   Keep your mouth shut Joe and your thoughts to your self I said to me
later.

   Cassie just chuckled, "Joe just get a deer, Kari and me want a venison
roast for Thanksgiving."

   We walked back up to the house and went to our bedroom, Cassie let me
know I was gonna get a bit of a workout, she's scarred pretty bad, mostly
she keeps her nightie on even when we have sex, her scars are an
embarrassment to her.  When she takes her top off it's no holds barred, she
wants me to love her, all of her, I can touch her back, let my hands run
over the stippling that cord left, and I call her my pretty baby, my poor,
poor baby and I promise no one will ever hurt her again, and I mean it, ole
Joe on the Road's a writer, he's also an, I started to say ex-Marine but
there ain't no such thing, I'm a Marine that ain't on active duty.

   Now ya'll know I'm goin' huntin tomorrow with my Marlin 336 and you also
know that I stowed it in my gun safe; there's a few other sporting arms up
there, too.

   When he retired and sold his practice; my Daddy's a surgeon and so's my
brother, my sister's an English professor at FSU, anyhow when Daddy sold
his practice he set me up with a little trust fund, gave me the deed to my
house; it was his get-away fishin' lodge and he gave me his guns.  He don't
fish and he don't hunt no more, he lives in a luxury condo on the Gulf and
he plays golf.

   So anyhow, I've got me some fine weapons up there: everything from the
Holland& Holland 700 Nitro Express that daddy gave me, he never fired it
and I ain't either, I'm not cruisin' for a broken shoulder, to me first
little .22 single shot.  Daddy gave me a fine old J.  Purdy twelve bore,
gold inlays, over and under shot gun, an expensive gun.  I prefer my old
Stevens 12 gage, 36 inch barrel, full choke, with 3 ¼ magnums for ducks, I
kinda think of it as my "reach out and touch somebody" shot gun, but
tomorrow the white tails gonna have to deal with my Marlin 336 and Mutt and
me are ready.

   Cassie's waiting for me in the bed.  Her top's off, her back's bare, she
wants my lovin' tonight and she wants to give me hers, she's a fantastic
woman and a fantastic lover, I'll never deny her.

   I slide in beside her, like I expect, she's naked down to her panties,
they're still on; she's the one I that gave me that line I said about Kari
earlier, I get to take them off, just like unwrappin' a Christmas present,
She told my that down by the water oaks when she gave me her last
virginity. That's when I knew I loved her and that's when I proposed; best
thing I've ever done.

   Anyhow, much as I shouldn't say it, pussy's pretty much pussy; now don't
hold it against me, both my gals, Cassie and Kari are world class but
Kari's got the tightest little bottom I've ever been in, she'd first in
that category hands down and Cassie, well, I truly do believe she could
suck a golf ball through a garden hose, I mean, I've never had anything
even close, it's first place and...

   "Oh, yes Honey, damn, ooooooooh yessssss," she's bobbin' on me then down
her throat I go, John Henry's eight inches, Cassie's got him all the way
down her throat and she's makin' those little hummin' things with her
throat I'm swellin' I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum; and she stops.  She stops
and looks up at me and grins, "John Henry real, real hungry now?"

   "Witch, vile, evil wicked witch," is my reply.

   She knows I don't mean it but I didn't really expect what she did next.
She straddled me and, yes, John Henry wanted to feed, but she just pulled
the crotch of her panties to the side and took me in her.  She'd done this
before and we'd talked about it, it tended to chafe me, her panties against
my cock but she felt like if she kept her panties on it would hold more of
my cum in her; we were tryin' to make us a baby.

   She pulled her panty aside, she was astride me, cowgirl, my least
favorite position, everything I don't like, chaffing panty, her on top and
I was in heaven, her mouth, her pussy, God, she's slowly posting on me,
really letting me feel her, all the way up, only the tip stays in, all the
way down, Oh God, her labia open, she envelopes my balls, she's so hot, her
red flesh, covering me, then she begins to ride, up and down, pounding
against my groin as she slams me, and up, almost clear, eight inches that
she can eject, eight inches that she can ride, she slams down again, I'm
ready, Oh God, I'm ready, I want to give her something those panties can
keep in, I want that baby, too; but right now I want Cassie.  She' s
quivering, shaking on John Henry and then I'm flooded, her vagina goes into
full flood mode, her contractions squeeze me more and squeeze more out,
she's flooding me but, more important to the two of us, I'm spewing into
her, I think, damn, tryin' to make a baby's fun.  I thought we'd rest, lay
in each other's arms, you know, but instead, I felt like I was UPS special
deliveries division.

   When I rolled off Cassie pulled her panties so they covered her, she
thought it kept more in her, gave me a quick little kiss, I held her and we
both went to sleep.

   When I got up Cassie was already in the kitchen, sausage gravy, biscuits
an eggs, washed down with coffee then she handed me a bag with a couple of
sandwiches for later and filled up a thermos with more coffee.

   I got my rifle, my .22 revolver and my cell phone and my Tampa
Buccaneers hat, yeah, I'm a Dolphin fan but Tampa's hat's red and I wanted
red for huntin', I whistled for Mutt.

   As I pulled off my sand road onto the blacktop I was already hummin'
Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again," I use to hum that tune whenever I set
out lookin' for stories.  We weren't goin' all that far, `bout 20 miles.  A
buddy of mine had a hundred acres that I was gonna hunt.  Nothin' on it but
a burned out old farm house but there were stands of oak, plenty of acorns
and he'd seeded the fields with millet, perfect forage for deer and
turkeys, I figured I'd get a shot or two.

   I pulled off the road and parked up under a stand of trees, out of sight
of the road, no sense invitin' some soul to break in and Mutt and me
started to hunt.  He was out front with me followin', we'd been at it about
an hour, he'd kicked up a couple of coveys of quail but no deer.

   Mutt heard it first, he stopped and cocked his ears then I heard, it was
a woman screamin', it sounded like it was comin' from over by the that
burned old farm house, we both set out at a run.

   She was screamin', "Kneeeeee, kneeeee, kneeee," I figured she musta
blowed out a knee somehow and was in a lotta pain; then we heard a shot.

   There was a little rise out about a hundred yards from that derelict,
when I came atop I stopped; there was four guys, a Mercedes and a big Chevy
Suburban down there, I yelled,

   "What the hells goin' on?" I didn't see a woman.

   Now, if they'd just got in their vehicles and left I wouldn't have given
them no trouble but two of them pulled automatic pistols and started poppin
away at old Joe.

   I dropped behind that little rise and ordered Mutt down, they was still
shootin'.

   Now a hundred yards is quite a shot with a nine millimeter pistol but
nothin' for my Marlin.  I sighted in on the windshield of the Mercedes and
loosed a round.

   Yeah, I shot the car not the guys, I liked being Joe on the Road, Joe in
Raiford; that's the Florida state prison, held no appeal, so I shot the
car.

   Instead of takin' off like I hoped three of them ducked behind the
Suburban but the forth guy came runnin' my way; he was bobbin' and weavin'
like a Dolphin's kick runner and he was firin' a funny lookin' gun, best I
could tell it was a 9mm pistol but it had a butt stock and he was firin'
full automatic, the damned thing was a machine gun and he was coming a bit
to close for comfort.  I fired and missed then missed again, the way he was
jukin' and all, I couldn't keep him in my scope.

   Real thankful that I'd got it, I popped the quick release levers,
dropped the scope off and took aim through the iron sights, he was `bout
sixty yards out and still coming, he was a big blonde, a muscle man, a
bodyguard I guessed.  I took him high, in the right shoulder and he went
down.

   Two of them jumped in the Mercedes and squalled out like a bat outta
hell, but the other guy was peekin' over the hood of the Suburban, he still
had his automatic out but he wasn't shootin', neither was I, Texas
standoff.

   The big guy I'd shot was screamin', I imagine for help, I couldn't
understand his words but the other guy did.

   I had to give it to him, he had guts, he got in, started the Suburban
and drove up, put that big vehicle between me and them and loaded his
partner in the back seat.  I wanted to send them on their way, I wasn't
gonna shoot either one of them if I didn't have to and I damned wasn't
gonna shoot out a tire, I wanted them gone, I put a round through the side
window toward the back.  They got outta there quick.

   Me and Mutt just laid there for a while, I used my scope like a
telescope, cranked to 3x power, I scanned the woods, still we waited, maybe
thirty minutes; nothing moved.  I remounted the scope and we walked down.

   I went to where the big guy had fallen, there was plenty of blood on the
ground, his weapon was there, too.  I picked it up.  A strange thing, it
was, in fact a 9mm pistol but a wooden butt hooked up to it, there was
writing on it, I couldn't read it, though I recognized it as Cyrillic,
probably Russian.

   Over by the foundation of the old house Mutt set to barkin', I went over
to see what he'd found.

   He was standin' over an old well, barkin' his fool head off, the well'd
been boarded over but the boards were tossed aside; I took a look down.

   I'd found the source of the screams.  There was a body at the bottom,
maybe twenty feet down and it looked to be female; I couldn't tell if she
was dead or what.  There was no way for me to get down to her, it was an
old oaken bucket sorta well, the casing was stones.

   I had a rope in the truck, I left my rifle and the 9mm, I still had my
.22 in my holster, put Mutt on alert to guard the stuff and took off at a
run.

   I drove back, didn't really want to, if they'd hung around they'd see it
and know I drove a red Cherokee but somebody needed help.

   There's a winch on my front bumper, handy if I get stuck I can pull
myself out.  I tied the rope off to the winch and climbed down.  It was a
gal, she had on one high heel, a black tight skirt slit up one leg damned
near to her crotch and what had been a white blouse; it was red now, blood.

   I felt her neck, there was a pulse, she was alive.  I formed a loop in
the rope and slipped it under her arms.  When I moved her she opened her
eyes.

   "Don't worry gal, Joe's here, I'll get you to the hospital."

   She looked up at me, terror, sheer terror is what I saw, "No, no
hospital, no police, no hospital." She had an accent but I could understand
her fine.

   I thought, girl dressed like she was goin' out on a date, four guys with
guns that didn't hesitate to shoot and her down a well; what the hell was
goin' on.  I guess I'll have to take her home, find out what we could do. I
climbed the rope.

   Up top I used the winch to pull her up, when she got to the top, I
lifted her over the lip, she'd passed out again, I put her across the back
seat, recoiled the rope and tossed it and the guns in the back.  Mutt
jumped in, passenger seat, his seat and we headed home.

   When I pulled up to the house Kari came runnin' out, "You get a deer
Joe."

   "Nope, I got me a redhead; get Cassie for me, would ya?"

   She looked at me strangely, "Did you say you got a redhead?"

   "Yeah, that's what I got, now get Cassie, I need a hand."

   By the time Cassie got there I was liftin' the gal outta my back seat.

   Cassie took one look and yelled, "Kari put some towels on the bed in the
guest room."

   "Joe, take her in there, I'll be there in a minute."

   I'd laid her on the towels, Cassie came in with our big home first aid
kit, set it down and said, "Let's take a look, see how bad she is."

   She was still bleedin' up by her left arm; Cassie took a pair of shears
and cut off her blouse then for good measure cut off her bra.  She had a
puncture wound in the flesh under her arm, it was still oozing blood,
Cassie'd brought some water she'd already boiled, she wiped the wound.

   "Joe, I believe that's from a gun shot, check her other side."

   "Yep, look here, another puncture." Cassie washed that one too.

   It looked like a piece of red cloth was in this wound.  Cassie used the
hemostats and pulled it out, it was a little piece of the gal's blouse.

   "Joe, `bout all we can do is put some antiseptic cream on these and tape
on some gauze."

   After she'd done that she asked, "Joe how come you brought her here,
this little gal needs a hospital."

   I told her what I knew, which wasn't all that much, then told her how
scared she was when I mentioned the hospital.

   "Cassie, all them guys had guns, hell one of them had a machine gun;
that's the one I shot, the gun's out in the truck."

   "Well I'm worried about infection, she needs some antibiotics, but I
reckon we'll get to that later; let's see if she's hurt anywhere else."

   Cassie took off the one high heel and felt her feet.

   "I don't think anything's broke but this left one's swollen up, probably
sprained."

   "Let's get her skirt off."

   I unfastened it and unzipped it, Cassie pulled it off.

   The gal had nice legs, shapely though there were some cuts and
scratches.

   "They must have flung her down that well; probably got these bouncin'
off the walls when she fell."

   Cassie swabbed them with sterile wipes, cleaned them up then said, "Well
get them off too."

   She was talkin' `bout her panties; skimpy sexy things, a purple thong
with a little pink bow sewed on the top.  I rolled them down, tugged them
under her hips and took them off; yep she really was a redhead, all the way
down.

   Cassie gave me the job she knew I was pretty fair at; getting' a girl
outta her panties I mean, then she took over.

   "Can you turn her; let me get a look at her back."

   I rolled her on her side, there was more of the scrapes and scratches
but nothing serious, Cassie swabbed them.

   "Lay a couple a pillows up there and let's get her propped up a little,
get the wound above her heart; it'll help with the bleeding." While I
positioned her, Cassie got a blanket and tucked her in.

   "Well Joe, we've done all we can do for her, now all we gotta worry
about are shock and infection; still wish we had some antibiotics."

   "Come on, there's coffee made, let's have a cup." She said.

   An idea struck me, I didn't know if he'd do it; "Let me make a phone
call first, I'll only be a minute of two," I got my cell phone and dialed.

   I got lucky, it was raining in Naples, he wasn't out golfing.  I
mentioned my Daddy was a retired surgeon, I wanted his help.

   He answered, "Hi Daddy, this is Will, yeah to the folks I'm still Will,
Daddy I need your help." I told him as much of the story that he needed to
know.

   "Will, I'll get a "care package" out UPS right away; just forget where
it came from, ok?"

   "Thank you Daddy, kiss Mom for me."

   Cassie'd already poured my coffee, "You'll have the antibiotics tomorrow
mornin'," I told her.

   "Joe, who'd you call?"

   "My Daddy."

   Ten-thirty sharp that brown UPS truck came up my sand road, I signed for
a small box.

   We opened it on the kitchen table; there were four vials and a bottle of
pills and four throw away syringes along with a note.

   Will, I've labeled things, first thing, give her a tetanus shot and one
of the 500 mg amoxicillin injections then eight hours later give her
another shot, she gets the last one eight hours after that; shoot her in
the butt.  That gets her through one day.  The pills are also 500 mg
amoxicillin, give her one every twelve hours until they're finished, that
will be a week, there's fourteen pills.  Call me if you need anything, Love
Dad, p.s.  Mom sends that kiss back, and says, come down and visit soon.

   Cassie filled two of the syringes, "Roll her up on her side so I can
give her these."

   When we were done I finally had the time to get the guns out of the
Cherokee, I cleaned and oiled my Marlin and put it in my gun safe.  The
other one intrigued me, I went to my computer.

   The thing was a 9mm automatic pistol but not like any I'd seen before,
it was bigger and heavier, its magazine held twenty rounds and I knew from
experience it could fire full automatic, like a machine gun.  Its stock was
detachable.

   I brought up Google and typed in the Cyrillic words then instructed it
to translate.

   It was Russian; it said Stechin APS 9 mm, I Googled the gun.

   It was manufactured in the Soviet Union for tankers but it was
uncomfortable to carry, the wooden stock, when it was detached doubled as
the holster for the gun, then, I saw that maybe I was a little lucky, it
had an effective range of 200 meters; that's a hell of a lot further that
the hundred yards we were apart by; runnin and shootin' probably was why he
missed, `course if he'd of stopped I'd a had him in my scope so maybe it
worked out like it was supposed to.

   I'd pitched the .357 I'd taken from a biker in Missouri, it was at the
bottom of Blackwater Creek; but this one I was gonna keep.

   Kari had been MIA since breakfast, I wondered where she'd gotten off to,
I stuck my head into the guest room to check on our guest and found her. 
She had a chair pulled up to the bed and she was talkin' to the girl.

   She still looked pretty rough but at least she was awake.  She was
sittin' propped up by the pillows chattin' with Kari.

   "Hey girl, you're awake, how you feelin'?  I asked.

   Kari piped up, "Her name's Tish Joe, she's Tish."

   "Well hello Tish, it's good to meet ya, how you feelin'?"

   "You are Joe?  My name is Natasha Pavlichenko, but please call me Tish,
I like it better.  To answer your question, I'm in some pain, my arm hurts
where he shot me and some of the places I am scratched itch but I will be
ok."

   "Joe, you're not gonna believe her story," Kari added.



   "Yes, I will tell you my story but first Joe I want to thank you, I
think I would be dead without your help."

   "Oh Tish, I didn't do all that much, my dog Mutt found you and Cassie,
Kari's Momma's the one that fixed you up.  "Bout your story, why not save
the tellin' `til we can all get together, if you feel up to it, we can talk
around the dinner table."

   "Yes Joe, I will wait."

   "Well, you gals take care; I've got some things I need to do."

   "Joe do you have something I may wear, I have to get up, I need to use
the bathroom."

   Kari, get her one of Cassie's housecoats and help her, I think maybe
she's got a sprained ankle.

   Kari got the robe but I'd already left the room, givin' the gal a bit of
privacy.

   First thing I needed to do was get to my computer and start writin', I
thought this was gonna be a story I could sell; I didn't know the half of
it.

   I found Cassie in the kitchen, she was stewin' a chicken, we were havin'
chicken and dumplin's tonight, yum.  I told her that Tish was awake and
that Kari was in there talkin' to her, told her that we'd hear Tish's tale
tonight over dinner.

   "Joe, this old hen's gonna have to simmer for around two and a half
maybe three hours, I can get Kari to check on it, I feel like doin' a
little fishin' myself," as she gave John Henry a honk and me a grin.

   "I'll grab a few beers, you tell Kari and get your stuff, I'll meet you
at the boat."

   I didn't bother with rods, when I asked the gals to go fishin' I took
the poles and bait, but when the gals asked me to go fishin' I took the
gal. Old Joe was gonna get a ride, a nice tight ride.

   We motored up under the water oaks, I got the cooler and the blanket;
Cassie took her little bag, like Kari's, held the same thing, too.

   I spread out the blanket and opened two of the beers, Cassie was
sittin', I sat beside her, handing her a drink.

   We were watching the lazy flow of the creek, Cassie said, "Been a while
since we've been up her Joe and I've kinda missed it, but tryin' to make a
baby and all, well we've been so darn serious about that that we're
forgettin' to have some fun, ya know?"

   "Honey, tryin' to make a baby with you is fun."

   "Oh, I know Joe, I like it too but a gal and a guy, there's got to be a
little spice."

   "I was sittin' there in the chair, cookin' that old hen when I commenced
to squrmin' I felt empty and itchy in the back of my panties, down in my
bottom, like somethin' was missin', right then I decided I wanted to go
fishin'."

   "Joe, Kari's taste, do I taste like tangerines and anchovies?"

   "No, you're more like melons and mackerel," I jibed, "But your bottoms
smell pretty much alike, earthy, and musky, I call it Mother Earth."

   "Well this Mother Earth wants some excavation work done on her," she
said.

   She stood and pulled my shirt over my head, "Get your jeans off Joe."

   Cassie kicked off her sandals, pulled her top over her head and
unclasped her bra, damn I thought, her titties look nice.  When I first met
her they were like empty sacks, they were nice 36's now, just a little sag
but still nice, she dropped her shorts and stepped out.

   I was out of my Levi's and sitting back on the blanket, she came down
and crawled over me, "Wanta unwrap your present?" she grinned at me.

   I thought I'd tease her a little; I started kneading her cheeks through
her panties.  I slipped my hand on down, cupping her and running my finger
along her slit; the thin fabric was getting wet, I went back to squeezing
her cheeks.

   She shook her ass at me and threatened to bite me if I didn't quit
messin'.  John Henry was the closest thing to bite, I decided against the
risk.  I rolled her panties down, exposing her bottom then tugged them from
under her and down off her feet.

   "Nice ass," I said as I gave it a pat.

   She wiggled, "You don't have to spank me, Joe, I'll be your good girl
without that, now grease me up."

   I started lubricating her; I was thinking 'bout what she'd said.  She
sure was my good girl, I still found it hard to believe, single and happy
that way for thirty-six years then, in just a few weeks I'd fallen for this
scraggly country gal from Missouri.  Oh she wasn't scraggly no more, she
was full and lush, loveable and comfortable, she was my companion and my
lover; she was my wife.

   I gave her a little pat, she was ready.  She got off my lap, lay with
her chest on the blanket, pulled her knees under her and rose.

   I got in close behind her and with a hand on each cheek I opened her,
John Henry nuzzled up to her tight ring and I pressed forward, sliding in.

   "Aaaaaaah," Cassie moaned as her tightness yielded to my pressure.

   I kept it slow but I kept it steady `til I was up in her all the way
then I started to stroke her, I was takin' long slow strokes, almost out
then deep inside, giving her that fullness, wanting her to feel stuffed,
then out, then back, a rhythmic motion, forcing my way deep into her
bowels. I picked up a little speed, used a bit more power getting Cassie to
groan a little when I was way up there.

   "Ungh, breathe on the out stroke, ungh, back in, ungh...ungh...ungh,"
Cassie was pantin' with the effort of takin' John Henry way up in her.  I
decided to give her a little help.

   I reached under her and gave her a couple a fingers to ride, feelin' her
clit, lettin' her slide along them; she started pushin' back and forth,
lettin' my fingers do their thing.

   Cassie arched her back, she was breathin' hard, "Oh God Joe, oh God, oh
God, Jooooe," she groaned out, she was cummin', me, too, I got hold of her
hips and pushed way deep, spurtin' in her, Cassie collapsed down to the
blanket, I rode her down, I was still pumpin', she raised her hips just a
little, helpin' me finish.

   When I was done, I just laid on her back.

   "Oh wow, Joe, I needed that," she said, then added, "Now get off, you're
heavy."

   So much for post-coital romance.

   "Let's wash off in the creek, we need to get back, I gotta finish the
chicken and dumplin's and fix the rest.  You can give that gal her next
shot, it's due at five-thirty.

   We jumped in the creek, a little grab ass but mostly washin', Cassie got
out; I reached over the transom of the boat and got towels out of my
storage compartment.  Tossed them up on the bank and got out myself.

   After we'd dried off and gotten dressed we folded up the blanket and
headed home.

   Mutt was on the dock when we got back, suppose he was pissed `cause I'd
left him but with just those two gals there I wanted some protection.

   Cassie went to work on dinner, I got a syringe and loaded up the next
dose of amoxicillin and went to the guest room.

   Tish was sittin' up in the bed and Kari was still in the chair, they
seemed to be hittin' it off real good.

   Tish had on Cassie's housecoat, I held up the syringe, "Tish, Cutie,
you're gonna have to show me your butt."

   "I am afraid I do not understand Joe."

   "Ah Tish, he wants to give you an antibiotic shot, you need to turn
over."

   It dawned on me, I was gonna have to get up at one-thirty for her next
one.

   "Ah yes, I understand," she lowered the sheet, rolled onto her side with
her butt pointin' my way and lifted the robe, "Shoot me Joe."

   I swabbed her with an antiseptic and stuck her.

   "Ok, all done," I said, I patted her on the hip, "You feel up to coming
to the table for dinner?"

   "My arm hurts but that's really all and I'm right handed so I can use
that hand with no trouble and I am very hungry, yes, I want to come to your
table; besides I must tell you about how I came to be here, I must explain
that having me here is not without risk, maybe big risk to all of you."

   "We want to hear all about it Cutie," I said

   "What is this Cutie?" She asked me.

   "Ah that's just me, I give all my ladies pet names, Kari here is Baby
and Carrie, she's my Honey, guess your stuck with Cutie; I'm gonna have to
quit gatherin' up gals, I'm runnin' outta pet names."

   She gave me a quizzical look but I was on my way out of the room; let
Kari explain.

   Cassie was at work in the kitchen; I popped a Bud and sat at the table.

   "She feels up to coming to dinner.  You know, she speaks English plain
enough but she talks kinda funny, like it came from a book or somethin' and
she's got an accent, she ain't from around here, that's for sure."

   I helped Cassie set the table; chicken and dumplin's, mashed potatoes,
green beans and sliced tomatoes, rolls and sweet tea, we'd finish up the
pawpaw puddin' with scoops of vanilla ice cream for dessert.

   Kari helped Tish to the table; she was limpin' that was an ankle sprain
and helped her sit down.  We were, the foods on the table, help yourselves
but Kari dished up a plate for Tish then sat beside her.  We helped
ourselves then dug in.  Tish asked for and Kari served her seconds; on
hungry girl.  After we'd finished dessert and Kari'd cleared the table I
asked if everyone wanted to stay at the table or go in the front room, the
table won out, I think everyone wanted to be able to see everyone else's
face when Tish did her talkin'.

   Kari had introduced Tish by name to Cassie when we sat down.

   "Hey Cutie why were you screamin' knee, wasn't your knee was shot?"

   "Joe I am Ukrainian, in my language he, he is the way our word is
spelled but it is pronounced ne, it is no in English.

   Tish started her story.

   "My name is Natasha Pavlichenko and I grew up outside a small city,
Uman, Ukraine, between Kiev and Odessa, I am Ukrainian and there my name is
still very famous, Pavlichenko; my grandmother was Lydmila Pavlichenko, a
very famous woman, she was a Red Army Major with both "The Order of Lenin"
and "Hero of the Soviet Union" awarded to her for her service during the
Great Patriotic War: World War Two to you I guess, she was even a friend
with Mrs.  Roosevelt, your President's wife."

   Kari interrupted, "What did she do Tish?"

   "Kari, she was a Red Army soldier, defending her country from the
Germans, the Nazis, she was a sniper; she killed, with her Mosin Nagan
rifle, she killed three hundred and nine Nazis, over one hundred officers
and thirty-six snipers."

   "Wow," Kari exclaimed, I held my opinion.

   "But that, as you American's say, that and six bucks will get you a
latte at Starbucks."

   "My father died when I was little and my mother's family was wiped out,
we were poor, we lived on a collective farm not far from Uman and my mother
heard that there was a man in town who was paying large amounts of money
for young girls to model.  She took me there and they hired me, I was ten.

   And they did, they did just what they said, I was a model; there were
six or seven of us, and there was a woman, she treated us nicely, she did
our hair, washed it, set it, curled it, styled it in big girl styles and
she put on our make-up, eye liner, lipstick, rouge; maybe giving us a
bruised look, maybe tearful, whatever the cameraman wanted; but always we
looked far beyond our years.  They called us their little Lolita's; we
didn't know what that meant.

   First they'd start us in swimming suits, then they'd be skimpier, still
swimming suits, a little more little girl, a little less fabric.  You
understand?"

   Kari nodded yes.

   She went on, "They were paying my mother twenty dollars, U.S.  dollars
for every hour I worked; you must understand, that is a fortune in Ukraine,
just to take pictures of me, her daughter in a swimming suit.

   Then they wanted me to model panties, skimpy little panties with nothing
on top.  There was nothing to see on top anyhow, I was, as you American's
say, flat as a board, little pimples on a flat chest.  And for this Mama
was paid thirty dollars per hour.  They posed us in sexy poses and they
made us look sexy but nothing else, nothing else.  Mama could eat well, buy
some things and all they wanted were some pictures.

   But when I was twelve I started to grow breasts and my period came, I
was becoming more mature but to them I was without worth; they went to
Mama, explained what was happening, that I'd outgrown my role but they knew
men in Odessa who might be able to make me a movie star, they made real
movies.  Mama's Ukrainian friends introduced her to a Russian, he wanted to
me; see if I was "Star Quality," as he said.

   So I posed for him, not so different that the modeling I had been doing,
I posed in underwear and he liked me, told Mama I would star me in movies,
he paid Mama $500.00 and she signed a contract then I got in his Mercedes,
he took me to Odessa, to a house.  There were nine other girls there, the
house was quite large there were two of in each bedroom but the house was
nice.

   The man that brought me took me to meet a woman, Olga was her name, she
smiled when she met me, "So Natasha, you are going to be a big star, yes?"

   I was shy; I could only say "I hope so."

   "Of course you are, of course you are, dear, come, we will do screen
test a little later, this evening, I will help you with your make-up and
costume; come, let's start with a bath."

   She bathed me, washed my hair and dried it; I sat under her hair dryer
while she did my nails, my finger nails and my toe nails then she put on
make-up, not a lot she said I didn't need much, I was so pretty.  She
talked to me, she asked if I was a virgin, of course I was, I was only
twelve; then she dressed me.  She gave me panties, cute little panties, I
didn't need a brassiere, then my clothes, she told me that my screen test
would be in a bedroom, so I was to be dressed as if I were going to bed. 
I'd never even seen such a lovely gown, white with lace and bows and little
satin slippers.  Then she gave me hot chocolate.  I felt so pretty and so
mellow.  I know now that she gave me a drug in the cocoa, a sedative so I
wouldn't fight.

   Then she said it was time to go see the set.  The room had a big king
size bed with stuffed animals on it, I thought it looked like a very nice
room for a young girl.  There were three cameras set up around the bed. 
She introduced me to a man, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, he was my
co-star she told me.

   I was to walk into the room, they told me to look dreamy, little smile
then get on the bed, on the top of the covers, a beautiful white bedspread,
there my co-star would join me, we were to kiss he would hold me.  It was a
love story, my movie so Sergi, my co-star's name was Sergi, we would kiss.

   I walked into the room and I did feel dreamy, the drug I think, I got on
the bed.  Sergi came in and came to me, he had on a dressing robe, he got
on the bed with me and took me in his arms.

   What happened next I wasn't expecting, Sergi took my gown off and took
off his robe, he was naked under it and he was huge, maybe the biggest I've
ever seen.  I was frightened, I wanted to run but I couldn't Sergi forced
me down on the bed, he kissed me and played with my small breasts then my
panties, he tried to take my panties and then I did fight, ha, I think they
liked that, that I fought.  Sergi held me down and ripped them from me, one
of the cameras moved in for close up of me, of Sergi, to show I had very
little hair and how big Sergi was, then the cameras stopped, Sergi yelled,
"Get me some damned grease, I'll never get in this one."

   He was still holding me down, someone, I couldn't see who, put something
between my legs, on me down there and the cameras started again.

   Sergi was on top of me, kissing me, "My little Natasha," he said.

   He put his knee between my legs and pried them apart, he was kneeling
between my legs holding me down with one hand he used the other to guide it
to me, it hurt right away, he forced into me but when he tore me I screamed
and I screamed and I screamed, never had I felt such pain but he did not
stop he did not stop until he had ejaculated in me, no condom.  He got off,
picked up his robe and left.

   I hurt so much I couldn't move, I curled up in a ball and the camera
moved up behind me, they could see, blood, lots of blood, on the white
bedspread.  I think they chose Sergi for me because he was so big, they
knew he would make me bleed, they wanted the blood.  They were filming the
blood and Sergi's cum leaking out of me while I cried.

   When the cameras stopped Olga came for me, "Come, little one, Olga will
help."

   She washed me and took me to my room.

   "Rest now little one, you'll need to be ready for your next movie in two
or three days."

   I learned that loss of virginity movies are very valuable, there are men
who will pay lots of money for them and, of course each girl can only do
one, one real one, so they are rare.

   There were ten of us, they alternated, usually two days rest then a
movie.  All of us had come as virgins, none of us were now.  They fed us,
gave us our clothes, really the treatment was not bad.  They did not beat
us, after all who will pay to see a bruised girl, no, they spanked if they
felt we needed discipline, we were all young girls, it was enough.

   If we'd worked the day before, with breakfast Olga gave us a pill, she
said it was a vitamin to keep our strength, but it was not, it was
Levonelle, I now know, this is a morning after pill, they did not use
condoms in their movies, they wanted to show the cum, so the pill.  Once in
a while one of the girls would get pregnant in spite of it, then they would
be given another type of pill, RU-486, the abortion pill.  Not many want to
see pregnant, lactating women in their fantasy films, but a few do like
that, so occasionally they would let a girl stay pregnant, but they always
took the baby away.

   They kept me there one year, but they needed, how do you say, new blood,
oh yes, they needed new blood.  I was sent to the Middle East to be the
plaything of rich men.  Six months I was there.

   I overheard my, I don't know what to call him, he wasn't my pimp, he
owned me like a slave; anyhow I heard him talking to an Englishman, I had
some English even then, mostly from television, the Englishman was
negotiating to buy me.  I, well my unbreakable contract, was sold for 5,000
pounds sterling.

   I was kept in a house in London for over two years, it was here that I
became Tish, I chose the name, I had come to hate the name Natasha, all of
the girls hate the name Natasha, that is what the men call us, their little
Natashas, I really was a Natasha yet I also came to hate the name.  The
Englishman sold me back to Russians who brought me to America.

   I have been in New Jersey since then, not as nice as the house in
London, rougher treatment, food not as good, the Russians are not pleasant
people.

   The two men in the big Suburban drove me down here from New Jersey, the
men in the Mercedes, they, too were Russian, were buying me for a house in
Tampa, Florida.

   Too much, it was too much for me, I tried to run away, I was screaming
and screaming and running, one of the men from New Jersey took out his gun
and told me to stop or he would shoot me, I did not stop, he shot.

   Joe, you know what happened after that better than I, the next thing I
remember is waking up in the bed here with Kari sitting beside me.

   But that is why I tell you that there is risk, all four of those men are
Russian Mafia, they are very bad, very dangerous people.

   I finished her story, told about the well, winching her out and the
gunfight.  When Tish learned that I'd shot one of them she cringed, "Joe
they will probably come looking for us."

   The Russians would come or they wouldn't, we couldn't control that, all
we could do was take precautions but I was interested in her homeland; all
I knew about Ukraine was that Kiev was it's capital, Odessa was a port city
on the Black Sea and that the Chornobyl disaster took place there.

   Tish explained, "Joe Ukraine is the largest country in Europe, the land
is fertile, there is much farming and, of course we are noted for our
beautiful women.  But there I am a rarity, not many redheads," she blushed
and shyly went on, "I think that is why the never shaved me, down there I
mean, they wanted the men to know I was a real redhead."

   I opined that we were going to have to figure out how we could get Tish
some papers, make her look legal, get her in school and such.

   "Joe, I have a work visa and a social security number, my card is
stamped work only, but I have American papers, they are in my purse, I had
it with me when I ran but no more, it is lost."

   Ah shit, I thought, her damned purse was probably at the bottom of that
well.

   "I guess I'm gonna to have to go back, take a look down that well, it's
probably there."

   I hated the idea, I didn't want to go near that place, I wouldn't hunt
it again for a year or two but I had to go back.

   We talked about it, Tish wanted to come with me, I nixed that, she
needed rest to recover from her injuries not a bouncy ride in my Cherokee,
besides, she'd be of no help once we got there.  Cassie volunteered, she
could operate the winch, lower me and raise me but, then I thought, Cassie
could shoot, better she stay if I was gone.

   Kari said, "Joe, I'll go with you.  You run the winch and I'll go down."

   It was the best option; we'd take off the first thing in the morning, I
told her to wear a pair of jeans, her denim jacket and to get some gloves,
I didn't want her all scratched up goin' up and down over the rock casing.

   In bed Cassie asked, "Worried?"

   "Yeah, a little, I don't think they'll find us, it was over twenty miles
away and they never saw my vehicle; still they are some bad actors, the
Russian Mafia."

   She gave John Henry a little tug, "Want to work on that baby," she said
with a sly grin

   She rolled onto her back and lifted her gown above her hips, no panties
but it was still a present, just what I needed, in my lovin' woman's arms
with John Henry buried deep.

   I got on my knees, between her thighs, I felt her, trailed a finger
along her vulva, she was already wet; I guided John home.

   Cassie sighed when I filled her, "That's nice Joe, so nice."

   I thought so, too, I began to stroke, faster than usual, like John Henry
was in a race.

   I rode her high, touching her clit with every with every thrust and I
was givin' her a lot of thrusts, "God Cassie girl I love you," I moaned.

   Her pussy felt so good, hot, wet, comforting, smooth, so smooth, I
wanted to put a baby in her, my baby; I came, not with a roar, almost a
whimper, "Unnnnnnnnn," my only sound,

   Cassie got hers at the same time, she arched her hips, accepting me,
wanting me, "Yess Joe, yes," I felt her slick juices, God; she was woman,
my woman.

   "Come here, Joe, let me hold you."

   She knew I was worried, about the Russians and, mostly having to back to
the well, she stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

   After breakfast Kari and I took off, I left Mutt to watch over the gals.

   I usually hum On the Road again when I take off, not this morning, more
than anything I wanted to be at home; this morning I was hummin' with old
Bobby Bare, Detroit City, I Wanta Go Home.

   I guess hummin' his song made me think about him, Detroit City topped
the country charts but he'd started out as a pop singer, not a very
successful one.  One day him and his buddy, Bill Parsons were messin'
around in the studio, Bare'd written an Elvis parody, The All American Boy,
he cut a demo of it.  Like Elvis Bobby got drafted at about the same time.
The next time he heard the song he was in basic training in Ft.  Knox,
Kentucky.  It was his biggest pop record, hit number two in the nation and
Bobby didn't get credit for it no royalties either, it was released under
Bill Parsons' name.

   I wasn't carrin' my .22 today, if there was trouble I wanted more than a
popgun, I was strapped with my AMI Desert Eagle XIX, 10 inch barrel, .50
Action Express cartridges, 7 in the magazine and one in the pipe, I was
loaded for bear; literally.

   We got close, I drove around a little, checkin' the area out; seemed ok,
we got to the well.

   I tied a loop in the end of the rope, hooked up to the winch and lowered
Kari.

   "Joe, I've got it, pull me back up."

   We both looked at the contents, it was Tish's, her papers and a bunch of
girl stuff were in it.  I coiled the rope, tossed in the back and we got
the hell outta there.

   It was a couple weeks later, Cassie, Tish and me were down on the dock,
Kari was in school, I was fishin' for catfish but nothin' seemed to be
hungry for the liver I was usin' for bait.

   Tish had her work visa but she was afraid to use it for ID, if her
sponsor found out they'd come for her; besides, I didn't want her to work,
I wanted her to go to school, she was sixteen, she needed an education.

   Cassie was the one that suggested it, "Tish, do you want to stay here in
America, do you want to stay with us?"

   "Yes Cassie, I like America and I like staying here, I want to stay."

   "Joe, let's you and me adopt her, you reckon we could."

   With all the enthusiasm I could muster I said, "Oh why the hell not."

   I already had a lawyer up in New York City, a friend of my agent's
handlin' the paperwork for me to adopt Kari, I'd just toss one more into
the mix

   I thought, here's old Joe on the Road; a year ago, fat, dumb and happy,
I was cruisin' around America, seein' things and writin' my stories; single
with no plans to change that.

   Now I was married and had three gals livin' with me, two Ozark
Hillbillies, oops, don't even think that, them two would wear me out; two
fine Missouri ladies and a Ukrainian whore.  Why not, just what old Joe
needed, a wife and two teenaged daughters; I loved two of them and was
growin' pretty fond of the third.

   I pulled out my cell phone and called the lawyer.  He told me what to
send him, said it would probably take a little time, not for Kari, that was
a slam dunk but Tish would take more work.  He told me his price, Whooo;
thank God for Daddy and my trust fund, he wanted twenty-five thousand.

   I called the bank and made a wire transfer.

   We decided we wouldn't try to get Tish into school this school year, it
was already half over, Christmas was just around the corner, I'd home
school her, I'd use Kari's books.

   And Cassie was teachin' her about cookin', homemakin', that kinda stuff,
Tish couldn't boil water; never had to, all she had to do was fuck.

   When Kari was home Tish followed her around like a little puppy dog,
Kari'd been there for her when she woke up and now Tish stuck to her.  I
like to think it was good for Tish to have a friend and I knew it was for
Kari, she hadn't needed to "go fishin" for a while; I didn't mind, Cassie
was more than enough, we were still workin' on that baby and we was puttin'
in a hellava lot of nighttime effort.

   We had a grand Christmas, we'd all bundled up and went out in my woods,
cut a little slash pine, maybe not as pretty as the store bought ones, but
it was ours.  We traded gifts; I'd given Kari and Tish a little money for
their shoppin' so everybody got to give and get.  Really, Tish received the
most, along with her other gifts we'd bought her shorts, jeans, tops, a
denim jacket, shoes, panties and two or three bras; Cassie took care of
that shopping, Tish had mostly been wearing Kari's stuff, she needed her
own.

   Then we had a big old dinner: two roasted wild turkeys, with corn bread
stuffin', mashed potatoes and turkey gravy, corn and lima beans and yeast
rolls.  Cassie had baked pies for dessert.  I near had to be rolled away
from the table, I was stuffed.

   I'd shot the turkeys, Mutt and me, he'd flushed them, I shot them then
called him to heel.  If he got to the bird first I'd have a half et turkey,
I couldn't break him of that habit, guess he thought he deserved it more
than me, anyhow, I got the birds for Christmas dinner.

   I know we had an influence on Tish, she was startin' to act like an
American teenager but a funny thing happened to us, listening to her
proper, British like diction Kari was losing her twang and I found my lost
G's.  You know, my "Ain't nothin' I like better than huntin' and fishin',"
well it was starting to sound more along the lines of, " There's nothing I
rather do than go hunting and fishing," my found G's.

   It was getting on toward Easter; Kari wanted to have a private
conversation so we went down to the dock.

   "Joe, Tish wants to go fishing with you but she's afraid to say
anything, she talks to me but she's afraid you and Momma would toss her out
if she said anything.  Joe, she's got a mighty big itch, having had it for
so long, even if it was in a bordello, she misses it; just wanted you to
know."

   "Thanks for the heads up Baby; by the way, it's been a while since you
asked to go fishing, what you don't love Old Joe anymore," I teased her

   "Joe, I'm feeling good, real good right now, maybe I don't need it as
much but we'll get back down under those water oaks soon enough."

   I waited until we were in bed before I said anything to Cassie then I
told her what Kari'd said to me.

   "You gonna do it Joe?"

   "Honey, that's up to you, if you don't want me to I won't, period, no
question."

   "Joe you know me, I know you're my man, I don't fear you runnin' off
with some other woman, and I bet after five months without, considerin' how
she lived she's got a bad cravin' for it.  If you want to it's ok with me.
By the way Joe, you gonna fuck her in that tight little ass of hers, she's
got a cute one, doesn't she."

   I thought, yeah she does have a cute one, heart shaped, high and tight,
she did wonders for a pair of Levi's.  That's what I thought, what I said
was,

   "Hadn't noticed."

   "Joe, you lie like a...well, you lie; now let's make that baby."

   I wanted Cassie, maybe talking about Tish had got me good and aroused
but I wanted her; I wanted more that just a quickie, trying to make a baby,
though.

   I pulled her gown up over her head, took a moment to admire her breasts,
she was swollen, her nipples rocks, she was as aroused as me; then I rolled
her panties over her hips, down her legs and off her feet; I tossed them on
the floor and took her in my arms.

   "Cassie, Honey, you're the love of my life," I whispered to her then I
kissed her, tongues, teeth, lips, wet, passionate.  I nibbled her ear lobes
and kissed down her neck to her breasts; one I massaged, playing with her
nipple, the other I sucked, I ran my tongue around her areola, then took
her back between my lips.  They got equal attention then I lifted her
breast and licked under them, tasting her salty perspiration, then down
over her tummy, trailing kisses `til I got to her strawberry curls, I
plucked at them, just my lips, gentle tugs, nuzzled her and slid on down. I
skipped her clit, I'd be back, now I wanted the scent of her, a taste of
her; I parted her with my tongue, her scent, a mature, womanly aroma, her
taste, melon, a rich melon like a ripe cantaloupe, I moved up, sucked her
engorged clitoris between my hungry lips and sucked her into my mouth.  I
nursed on her like a baby on a nipple, just sucking and tasting for a few
minutes before I started teasing her sensitive little jewel with the tip of
my tongue.

   Cassie shivered then she quaked, her orgasm ripped through her, her
organs clenched, uterus, anus vagina, contracted, she squirted her potion,
that wonderful nectar and I sipped from her chalice, worshiping at her
altar of femininity.  She was still wet, wild and wonderful when I entered
her, her eyes still had the dazed look that a hard climax gives but she
smiled at me as I entered her, she wanted me as desperately as I wanted
her.

   John Henry was anxious, twenty or twenty-five strokes, the cum was
rising in my balls, Cassie's breathing was ragged, me, too, her orgasm was
small, she'd just cum a bucket but not me, I spewed into her, pulse after
pulse spurted I moaned, "Casssseeee, Casssseeee," I was spent, drained. 
She held me in her arms; I fell asleep with my head on her breast.

   I waited a couple of days, I saw Tish down on the dock, it was Saturday,
I was surprised that Kari wasn't with her, I walked down.

   "Penny for your thoughts," I said as I sat down beside her.

   "What does that mean, penny for your thoughts, Joe?"

   "I'm asking what you're thinking about, you looked lost in thought."

   "I am thinking how much I like it here, I didn't think I would, you know
my life, fancy clothes, sexy lingerie, things like that, but I don't miss
it at all, I love Kari like a sister, maybe we will be if my adoption goes
through, eh?"

   "I talked to the lawyer, Kari's is completed, she's my daughter now, he
said yours is making progress, he hopes to have it wrapped up by June, July
at the latest."

   "So by summer you will have two daughters, two mischievous teenaged
daughters, what do you think?"

   "Tish, I'm looking forward to having you as my daughter, but I think you
might have told me a little fib."

   "What is a fib Joe," she asked, her English was better than mine but she
had some trouble with idioms and American slang.

   "Cutie, it's when you tell something that's not true, not a big lie,
nothing like that, just a little fib, nobody gets hurt; like if a wife with
a broad bottom asks her husband, "Honey is my butt to big," and he answers,
"Sweetheart, your butts perfect, I just love your butt." In truth it is too
big but if he says that, he hurts her feelings and no good can come of that
so he tells a little fib, doesn't hurt him and makes her feel good, no one
got hurt, see what I mean and Cutie, I think you told me a little fib."

   "Why would I do that Joe," she asked.

   "Tish, Kari talked to me, about you, she wanted me to know."

   Tish turned red, embarrassment, her emerald green eyes teared, "I am
sorry Joe, she should not have said anything to you, now I get in trouble
with Cassie; I am so ashamed, Joe, she is more a mother to me than my Mama
ever was, I don't think she would sell me for five hundred American
dollars."

   "No Tish, Cassie wouldn't sell you, she thinks you're a keeper; remember
she's the one that came up with the idea of us adopting you, she wants you
here with us."

   "But if she learns of what I said to Kari?"

   "She already knows, we talked about a few days ago."

   "What did she say Joe, was she angry with me?"

   "Tish Cutie, Cassie is a competent and confident lady, she knows I love
her and want her to always be my wife, no, she'd not angry with you."

   "But what did she say Joe?"

   I put my arm around her shoulders and hugged her to me, I whispered,
"She thinks I maybe I need to take you fishing; would you like to go
fishing with me this evening Cutie?"

   "Can we Joe, tonight, really, tonight?"

   "Oh yeah, we're gonna catch us some real nice fish, you just bring what
you need, bring a couple of pillows, we can lay back and watch the stars
while we wait for a bite, I'll get the rest of the stuff we'll need, meet
me back here at seven."

   Tish was already fixed up when we sat down to dinner, she had on a cute
dress and strappy sandals, her hair was fixed pretty, pulled back in a
ponytail with a ribbon, she was wearing a little make-up and a smile as big
as Texas, she looked like she was going on a date, not goin' fishin'.

   Kari gave her a big smile right back, Cassie raised an eye brow and
said, "Joe, catch somethin' tonight," everybody knew Tish and I were going
fishing.

   At seven I was dockside, I put two rods in the boat, no bait, just the
two rods, like I told earlier, if I ask, I take fishing poles, no bait and
the rods would stay in the boat but, I guess I'm a creature of habit, I
took the rods.

   Tish came bouncing down a few minutes later and I mean bouncing, there
was a skip in her step, "I'm ready Joe," she said, she had a little bag in
her hand, it looked like Kari's.

   We motored up to the copse of water oak, just three hundred feet up
stream from my dock but a world away, I'd only brought two people here,
Cassie and Kari, this had been my private place, a place where I could
daydream and think.  Tonight I was sharing it with another, a beautiful
Ukrainian girl who would soon be my daughter.

   I tossed the blanket and pillows on the bank, tied the boat up and gave
Tish a hand coming ashore.  I'd brought a little cooler with me, a bottle
of Chardonnay, Inglenook with a screw top cap, no corkscrew needed and a
couple of Dixie cups, romantic but I'm still a bit of a redneck, they'd do.

   I spread out the blanket and laid the pillows side by side, I poured two
cups of the wine, Tish was already sitting, I handed her one and sat beside
her.

   I took her hand, "Let's sip on our wine and hold hands for a little
while, maybe talk a little, there's no rush, I want to know you better, by
summer you'll be my daughter and before this evening's over you'll be my
lover."

   "Oh Joe, what can I say to you, if not for you I would be dead, rotting
at the bottom of that well, no one has ever treated me like you and Cassie
and Kari have, I've fallen in love with all of you, even Mutt, after all he
found me, can I just lay down with my head in your lap?"

   I took her cup, it was empty, she'd gulped the wine, nerves I thought,
she'd been fucked hundreds of times, maybe thousands, I didn't know, I
didn't care.  I cared about making her happy, if lying in my lap helped...

   I eased her down, her red hair, tied in a ponytail draped over her
shoulder; I stroked her stomach through her dress, circular massage
strokes, light, no more than my finger tips.

   She sighed, "Joe that feels so nice, you know Joe, many men have touched
me but none like you are now, I feel wanted, I feel loved."

   I held her; she snuggled against me as I stroked her tummy.

   "Joe kiss me please," I lifted her and took her in my arms.

   She brought her face to mine and our lips me, I was gentle, she was
fragile, I wanted everything to be good for her, I let her take the lead.
She was tentative, almost like she didn't know what to do.  It dawned on
me, she'd been fucked many times, since she was twelve and she was now
sixteen but no one had made love to her; I took the lead.

   I cooed to her, "My Cutie, my lovely Cutie, be my lover Tish, kiss me,
let me be tender to you."

   I let her feel my tongue, between her lips, along her teeth until her
mouth opened and she accepted me, she returned my kiss.

   "Joe, touch me please, my breasts, touch my breasts."

   Through her dress, through her bra I cupped a breast in my hand and
kneaded it.

   "Can I take your dress off Cutie, I want to touch you, kiss you, make
sweet love to you."

   She raised her arms above her head, I lifted her dress off.  Next, her
bra, it fastened in front, I unhooked it displaying her breasts, they were
beautiful, firm proud and high, with a dusting of freckles, her areolas
were tan, her nipples pink, swollen breasts, hard pink gumdrops, I took the
bra off her shoulders and lay her down.  My hand was on her breast while I
continued to kiss her, she quivered to my touch.  She'd had many men but
she'd never been made love to, I thought her heart was melting, I knew her
body was, all she had on were her little thong panties and they were
already soaked.

   I took her nipple into my mouth, nibbled and sucked while my hand teased
her other, tugging at her nipple, twisting and lightly pinching, one then
the other.  I slowly worked down her torso, below her breasts, her sides to
her tummy, rim her little innie and on down to her flaming mound, a mass of
wild red curls, I inhaled as I passed over, down to her slit.  I parted her
labia with my tongue, along one side between her inner and outer lips,
tugging gently at her feminine flesh, lips and tongue, then the other, down
from the top.  I finished with her labia, I again started at the top, my
tongue snaking along her vulva, tickling, teasing, a stop at her vagina, a
few dips with the tip of my tongue, her scent was still young and fresh,
her taste exotic, not tangerine, not melon, an exotic flavor from Ukraine
perhaps: she was delicious and I moved further down, the terminus of her
vulva, over her perineum, to her tight rosebud, I rimmed her, laving her
tight ring, pushing at it with my tongue, she shivered under my attention
then back up, tasting, enjoying, to her clitoris.  She was red, swollen,
blood engorged, waiting, wanting, I took her between my lips and sucked her
in, she was already quivering in anticipation, I brushed her pearl tip with
my tongue, that was all it took, she bounced around, whipping her head from
side to side flagellating herself with her ponytail, crying and wailing, I
couldn't understand her words, but,
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, Aaaaaaaaaaaaah," translates the same world over, her
climax was crashing, she shimmied and she shook as wave after wave of
orgasmic pleasure flowed from her spasming vagina and I was there to drink
her in, her essence flooded my mouth and I swallowed, drinking the sweet

flow of my exotic lover.

   I crawled up and hugged her to my chest, her breathing was still ragged
and she was making little mewling sounds.  I held her until she'd calmed.

   "Joe that was making love?  Making love is so different you made me feel
so good Joe; you make me feel like a woman who is loved.  No man had ever
done that to me, always me for him, never him for me.

   "Joe, Kari talked to me to, she told me what "goin fishing" really
means, Joe I've never gone fishing, would you like to fish with me?"

   "Tish, I'd love to fish with you, it would be my honor to be the first."

   "Then we will fish Joe but I am so nervous first I must, how do the
little girls say, first I must tinkle."

   She got up, slipped her feet into her sandals and wandered back under
the oaks; I couldn't see her but I could hear her; tinkling.

   When she came back she lay again with her head in my lap, she'd picked
up her little bag.

   Kari lent me her bag, I will have to get my own but for tonight we must
use Kari's, she opened the bag and handed me Kari's tube of KY Jelly.

   She got off my lap and took both pillows, laying one on top of the
other, waiting for me.

   Kari'd done more than lend her bag; she'd given instructions, too.  Tish
had assumed Kari's favorite position.

   I moved behind her and lubricated her, lots of lube, first with one
finger then with two, adding more lube and yet more.  She was ready, I
guided John Henry to her opening, I could feel her tension, her fear.

   "You won't hurt me will you Joe?"

   "Maybe just a little, I'll try not to but you've got to help, I need you
to relax, can you ease your muscles, let yourself go, just relax."

   I caressed her bottom and massages her hips and sides, talking the whole
time in a nearly hypnotic monotone, "Relax for me Cutie, relax, relax, let
go, let your muscles go, ease your body, relax for Joe." At the same time I
kept a firm constant pressure on her anus, I felt her relax under my touch
and I felt her sphincter open, accepting me, through her outer sphincter
then the tighter inner sphincter she spread for me.

   When I slid in Tish went, "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnh," a long low groan.

   As I slowly inched into her rectum she'd go, "Unnnn, unnnn, unnnn," with
every inch that she took.

   She was tight, incredibly tight, nearly as tight as Kari the first time
and her fantastic bottom was a perfect heart.  Like cupid's arrow, I was
piercing that heart.

   When I was completely in, I stopped, letting her rest, "Cutie, are you
ok," I asked.

   "Full Joe, I feel so full like I need to go."

   I began to stroke her, filling her, emptying her, filling, emptying her,
"Unnnn, unnnn, unnnn," every stroke into her.

   I liked her sound, I was making my own, as I thrust in, "Ungh, ungh,
ungh," grunting in my effort to get deeper and deeper yet, piercing her
anus, stuffing her rectum.

   I was so aroused, I was like a wild man, I mounted Tish, up on her hips
and pounded her, thrusting fast and hard, penetrating her way up in her
guts her little,

   "Unnnn, unnnn, unnnn's," had turned to grunts and moans as I held her
narrow hips and powered into her.

   I was getting close, I gave her my fingers, if she could climax with me
riding her her memories would be sweeter.

   I pressed my fingers to her clitoris and rubbed rapidly, exciting her,
bringing her along with me, I got there first, I was spewing my hot cream
into her, deep in her bowels when she came, with a wail, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah,"
pleasure / pain she released.  I pumped out; draining myself then fell to
the pillow beside her.

   She looked at me and gave me a little smile, she looked beat, even in a
ponytail her hair was disheveled, what little make-up she had on was
smeared, she was sweaty, bedraggled looking; I felt the same.

   "Fishing can be very hard work, yes Joe," she mused.

   "Very hard but very rewarding," I answered, "It's only hard work when
you catch the big one."

   "Oh I caught the big one Joe, I caught the big one, any bigger and I
might have died, yes I caught the big one."

   I asked her if she wanted to get in the creek and wash.

   Pulling on her panties she said, "I worked to hard for this, for tonight
I want to keep it in me."

   We made it to June, Kari and Tish have been almost perfect daughters and
Carrie is the wife that most men can only dream about.

   I say almost perfect daughters; there was one episode, isolated but
about as bad as it could have been.  Cassie and Kari had driven to the
super Wal-Mart, it was only grocery shopping and Tish had decided to stay
at home; I'd been out on the creek fishing and had gotten a mess of
bullheads.  I cleaned then, then put them in a bowl of water in the fridge

   When I walked into the living area I heard movement coming from Kari's
loft.  I thought all the gals had gone together; I didn't know Tish was
still there.

   When I peeked over the top of the ladder there was Tish, now what she
was doing might be partly my own fault, because of the threat of the
Russians I'd left my gun safe unlocked.  She had my big Desert Eagle.

   "Tish, put that down," I yelled as I topped the ladder.

   I'd frightened her so badly she jumped and dropped my .50 caliber,
fortunately when the Desert Eagle is safed it's damned near impossible to
have an accident; the gun didn't discharge.  I'm of the opinion that an
unloaded gun's not much use so all my guns, well except that Holland and
Holland 700 Nitro Express and the Purdy shotgun, they're loaded.  The
Desert Eagle had seven .50 rounds in the magazine and one in the chamber
but it didn't discharge.

   I picked up the gun and replaced it in the gun safe.

   "Tish, my gun safe's unlocked so Cassie or I can get to the guns
quickly, if the Russians or anyone else threatening shows up, well we'll
defend ourselves, you and Kari, too, so I'm not gonna lock it now.  I
believe that I told you we don't have a lotta rules, you're sixteen and
Kari's fifteen, you can make decisions, we trust you to make the right
decisions.  But I did tell you and Kari that the gun safe is off limits,
neither of you are to even open it.  Do you remember me tellin' you that?"

   Her eyes were downcast, she was staring at her shoes, in a voice like a
chastised ten year old she said, "Yes Joe, I remember."

   "Tish, decisions, you're responsible for your own and you made a bad
one, one of the worst in this house, come over here."

   I was sitting on Kari's bed.  Tish stood in front of me, "Remember
tellin' me what the did to you if you did something bad at that house in
Odessa, you said they spanked, you were young girls, that was all it took,
I hope that's true `cause I'm afraid I've gotta give you a spanking.

   She was wearing shorts and a Tee-shirt, the shorts had an elastic waist
band, I pulled them and her panties together down to her knees then bent
her over my lap, her beautiful heart shaped tush that had given me so much
pleasure was gonna feel just a bit of pain.

   She was crying before I'd even touched her, embarrassment, humiliation,
remorse, probably a bit of all them.  I cracked her five firm ones on the
bare.

   I stood her up, pulled her britches back up and said, "Now, I'm gonna
forget about this, I'll not say anything to Cassie or Kari, I know it might
be embarrassin' to you if they knew."

   I went back down the ladder, got a Bud and turned on the TV, thought I'd
catch a little of the Brave's game, their star third baseman, Chipper Jones
grew up just down the road a piece in Pierson, Florida.

   Bout half an hour later Tish came down, she snuggled up to me on the
couch and I put my arm around her shoulders.

   "I'm sorry Joe."

   "I know you are Cutie, but that's done and over and we still love each
other, don't we."

   "Yeah Joe, we sure do."

   It's August now, school starts soon, both Kari and Tish are enrolled,
her adoption came through last month.  And it's a big time around our
place, Carrie's two months pregnant.

   Reckon the next story's gonna have to be named "Joe on the Road (The
changin' of a diaper).



   Some footnotes and editorialization:

   1.  The guns mentioned in this story are all real and perform in the
manner expressed according to my research and experience.  2.  The
treatment and sale of the "Natashas", and yes, that is the generic term
they use to describe their girls, is well documented as is the fact that
Odessa is a hotbed for porno film making.  3.  Major Lyudmila Pavlichenko
was and still is the most successful female sniper of all time, 309
confirmed kills, over 100 officers and 36 enemy (Nazi) snipers.  She was
injured by mortar fire while fighting on the Crimean Peninsula and was
evacuated.  Her husband continued to fight and was killed when overrun by
the Germans.  I find no evidence that she ever remarried or had children,
so sadly she's really not Tish's grandmother.  4.  Larry Wayne "Chipper"
Jones is from the small fern growing town of Pierson, Florida.  5.  Bill
Parsons did get credit for Bobby Bare's biggest pop recording, an Elvis
parody' "The All American Boy".  6.  And, yes it's an absolute fact; all of
Joe's girls have terrific tushes.
   Wirepaladin