I was raised in South Mississippi, Near a town called Ten Mile, a town so small that if you blinked while driving through it, You missed it, literally. We were dirt poor, like most everyone else around, but there was love in abundance. My parents worked as much as they could to feed the 6 kids, I was the next to youngest.
Grandma took care of us during the day, at least those of us not in school anyway. She was the nicest lady you ever met, always smiling and always something good to eat in her house. Paw Paw, the name we called my Grand Dad, worked until late evenings around the farm, sometimes he would let me go out with him to plow the fields, teach me the way to feed a family he said.
Sometimes we would stay the night, Paw Paw would let me chew some tobacco and on a good night, I could smoke his pipe. I usually ended up puking my guts out, but I never stopped trying it. It was at their house when I was introduced to Pornography, they didnât know it of course. And Paw Paw wouldâve whupped me something fierce if he knew I had found his stash of dirty pictures in the barn.
They werenât the kinds of pictures you see now days, they were old black and white ones, some even came from France that he got while in the War. I loved looking at them, all the different sized ladies, some had hairy underarms, and all had hairy privates. They all looked like they enjoyed being naked in them too.
I enjoyed looking at them for years until I come of age and joined the service myself, I ended up going to fight in Korea until I was wounded and shipped back home. But that was after I had experienced what those Korean women had to offer, for a price! I had a girl back home that had let me get some before I left, so I was anxious to get some of what everyone said those Korean women had, and what I was told had been the truth, they could make you feel like you had never felt before, all for less than a good meal back home.
I got back home and settled down to what was expected of me, farming, wasnât a glamorous life, but it was an honest one. Shortly after I got home Paw Paw passed away, it was a sad day for our family, he was the Monarch of our clan, and didnât have one enemy I knew of. Since it was late winter I kept an eye out on Grandma, going by to check up on her everyday, sometimes having supper with her, but mainly making sure she was doing alright.
She had gone through Paw Pawâs old things and asked if there was anything I needed, such as his work clothes and things. I got what I could use and thanked her. Even in her grief, she still wore her smile.
One thing I didnât tell her I wanted, was those old dirty pictures I knew he had in the barn. I went to the barn, climbed up the ladder to the loft and found the old trunk he had up there. Opening it up, I found what I was looking for, the shoe box, filled to near bursting with his old pictures. I was tempted to open it and do what I had spent many an afternoon doing when I was younger, but I could wait.
Getting home I opened the shoe box and sorted the pictures out, starting with my favorites and going down. Not forgetting these pictures were now 15 years older or so since I had found them, but still as exhilarating as the day I first viewed them. I looked through them and was soon touching myself, taking my time, I flipped through them until I found one that I truly liked, them let loose.
Summer was soon on us, and I had been looking over some land I wanted to buy, there was one little spot in it that was a piece of Heaven for me. One Saturday I went to look it over one more time before putting in my offer on it, I liked it because not far from it was a small stream, do some swimming or you could catch a fish or two if you wanted, I did, then went to a pleasant spot and started a little fire, cooked and was fixing to eat one when I heard someone coming up on me near the edge of the woods.
It was a young lady, around 5 years younger than me, long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a body to die for, Her light dress flowed around her, and it looked as if she was walking on air as she approached me. I stood up and introduced myself to her, she said her name was Alex, short for Alexandria. I told her my name and invited her to some fish, she accepted, we chatted about little things, we had a lot in common I soon found out, one of which was we both loved this place. I told her of my interest in buying it and a frown came across her pretty face.
âOh.â she said sadly.
âWhy the sad face Alex?â
âWell, you being a farmer, I can only guess youââll plow all this up for bottom land.â Her brown eyes saddened at the thought.
âAww, Heck no Alex, Ainât no way Iâd ruin this place for that, if anything, Iâd put a lil cabin over yonder, close to the spring so totinâ water wouldnât be such a chore. But thatâs about all I would change.â
Her face brightened at the thought and said, âI always thought if I had this land thatâs what Iâd do myself. Itâs such a piece of Heaven, ainât no reason to ruin it.
Dang, she used the same term I had about this place, I asked her why we never met before, me living there all my life, I knew most everyone around these parts.
âMy family moved here round about a year or two ago from down south, below New Orleans, I donât know many folks around here, we donât get to town much, and ainât much for Church going.â As she explained this to me, I couldnât keep my eyes off her. We talked a couple of hours or so, then she said she should go, I asked if I could see her sometime again, maybe I could take her to town to a dance or something.
She smiled at me as she walked away, âThat would be right nice of you Walter.â And I watched her hips sway as she left. This was one of the nicest days I could ever remember having in my life, and was totally an unexpected pleasure for me. I eased on towards my Ma and Paws house, Alex was deep on my mind as I did, âWould sure be fine, having a woman like Alex waiting for me at home at nights.â I said out loud to myself . Would be fine, but I donât think a woman as pretty as her would want a dirt poor farmed like me for her man.
The following Monday, I went in to town and saw the banker about that piece a land, banker told me the price and it was in my range. I ended up buying it that day with my Military pay that I had saved up. I walked out of that bank smiling like a Possum in a hen house, a rich man in a poor land, I even had some money left over to build me a small cabin. I couldnât wait to tell Alex about it, I hoped she would be as happy about it as I was.
I didnât see her there the next weekend as I was putting out stakes, laying out the site of the cabin. Was the only bad part of that day for me, Next week I started getting me some lumber and such and was soon building my new place. It would sure beat the shit out of living at Ma and Paws, wouldnât be much, but at least it would be mine, bought and paid for, not owing the bank a damn dime on it.
I had the walls up on it when Alex finally came by, I told her what I thought about the insides should be like, she gave me some ideas and we mapped them out in the dirt as we sat there talking, her legs crossed and her dress was riding up her thighs a mite high for these times, but I wasnât gonna complain, she does have some nice legs.
I had to get back to work building the cabin, so Alex said she should go on home, I reached down and took her hand to help her up, and when I pulled on her I caught a flash of her breast, my ole pecker popped up like a bird dogs tail when it found a flock of quail. I did all I could to hide it from her as she left. Shoot, it had been a few months since I last had me a woman, and I was in dire need of one soon.
I got to her house Saturday evening round 6 and we loaded up in my old car, got in to town and had supper at the local diner. Was a nice enough meal then we went on to the dance, when we walked in I saw all the guys eyes go to Alex, you could read their minds as she walked in the room. You couldnât say what they were thinking in mixed company, but you knew what was on their minds.
I found her to be a wonderful dancer and even though I didnât want too, I let some of the other fellows have a dance with her, I saw a couple of them whisper in her ear, she soon had enough of that and you could see the disappointment in their faces as they sulked off in search of another girl. After about two hours we decided to leave, I stopped by a manâs house that I knew made some moon shine and got me a jug, took a sip and smiled.
I drove to my place and we sat in the car talking about what our expectations of life and how we hoped it would go for us. I wasnât surprised to find she had high hopes, not after know of her upbringing, one thing about being born poor is you didnât want to stay that way. Not that it always worked out, but you had the dream.
One thing that did amaze me was Alex asked for a swig of that shine I had, she took a big gulp and almost coughed it up. I had to laugh at the face she made, she told me it was the first time she ever had any, and I could tell. We sat there talking until almost 11, before I drove her home, having just met her parents, I sure didnât want to get them amd at me for getting her home too late.
I walked her to her door and told her what a wonderful time I had being with her and hoped we could do it again soon. She blushed and told me the same thing, I was turning to leave after saying goodnight and she called me back, she leaned on her tip toes and gave me a kiss. I got as giddy as the first time I saw those old pictures of Paw Paws when she did. On the way home I didnât feel one of those bumps I drove through I was feeling so great. I got home and went to bed, the last thought on my mind was of her.
It didnât take much more to get the house to where I could move in, it wasnât near done, but it was dry and I could cook and bathe in it. I had the basic necessities there, I was fixing to get started working on it again when I heard a knock at the door. It was Alex, red faced from the heat and sweaty, her light dress clung to her like a wet glove.
âHi there Alex, come on inside. Want some cool water?â I asked.