Gloria They Got Your Number Pt 01

"Gloria I think they got your number! Part one"

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Author's Note: This is a work of fiction that involves fan fiction and like most of my stuff it's character driven, what they say, what they think. Stream of consciousness for sure, I emulate some incredible writers Ken Kesey, Kurt Vonnegut, Jack Kerouac.

Starting my junior year at the age of eighteen was weird. My aunt Jane was my Guardian. She was bat shit crazy, reading scripture and shit, out loud reading is what I was wanting to convey.

The weirdness of it all is that she was cheating on her husband Pete, with several people, a couple next door mostly Trudy who made Jane howl when she eating her ass and fisting her. Almost forgot Pete's boss who was from something -- stan, oh sorry Afghanistan, he'd been an interpreter, and he was a database genius, while

Pete was a coder in a rapid developer paradigm.

I can hear you all screaming bull shit, well fuck you I saw it for fuck's sake. I was from Bossier City, Louisiana next to Shreveport, originally, but my daddy died in a chemical fire when I was eleven, he worked in a factory that made car batteries. I loved him so much and he was so kind. His name was William, not Bill, but William.

My mom's name was Lola and she kind of literally started shutting down when Daddy passed.

I'm Elizabeth Marie Moss. Hi y'all. Call me Beth.

Mama passed when I was sixteen. It was weird, really, I mean what they call the circumstances and all, I was attending Bossier parish high school, was a sophomore, good Catholic girl and all, quiet, I ate lunch with Mary Anne Villeneuve we lived next door.

Catechism class, she was so pretty, boys round her like flies on crumbs on the counter. I was really shy, good at school and I ran cross country and the five thousand meters, four hundred and eight hundred meters and was number one girl at cross country and we had not had the first track meet, being February.

I's pretty tall, five foot eleven and my titties showed up in the ninth grade, A-Cup to

D-Cup labor day to memorial day. I had to tape down my tits, when I ran as I was liable to be knocked out when I least spected it, I was making a joke damn it. Come on y'all stupid up here?

I was running out of food, I'd made black eyed peas with ham hock, onions some herbs from the garden, dried chillis too for our dinner. Peanut butter on rye bread with raisons and apricot marmalade, toasting the bread was the way to go. I had not seen Mama sent Church on Sunday.

I was walking on home after practice. Mary Anne was sitting on her porch steps and waived at me. I was so lucky to have her as a friend. She made me smile.

She pointed at this car and curled her finger beckoning me to join her. I pushed open her gate and settled down next to her.

She looked at me from an inch away, looking in my eyes, both of us with blue eyes and said, "Hon, dey found Mama. She gone."

My mouth opened and I felt tears, but no air was coming in, none at all. I inhaled and so much came in. Next I heard noise, mostly sounded like a fire engine coming by. Kind of felt like it was getting dark around me.

Mrs. Villeneuve, Jean I mean, Mary Anne's Mama was rocking me, my face up against her uhh huge soft chest. "Ma cher, pauve ti bete!" (My dear, you poor thing)

She was Cajun French, from Lake Charles, down towards New Orleans. It was easy to see that Mary Anne was going to be a beauty queen and why.

I struggled to sit up and I immediately hugged Mrs. Villeneuve and not sure where this came from crept my heart, "I love you mama, "and cried and hugged her hard.

Basically, my mama just got worse and worse after Daddy died. Just no light in her eyes, I tried to help, there was a settlement, but she never worked, around the parish, course, making sure the linens were spotless, worked in the parish out reach for unwed mothers. Our parish St. Joseph, technically was in Shreveport, but our home was Bossier City, the way the map was drawn, we was closer to St. Joseph than other parishes and there was bunches of them.

The priest when I was little was from Ireland, but he got caught with boys, so there was no regular priest. So the bishop assigned travelling priests for mass. Mama and the other ladies kept the parish spotless. But now, nobody knew what to do with me. I was going to school and Mrs. Villeneuve was feeding me, I got to feeling like I was sponging and I's feeling bad in general, so I quit going to school and slept a lot.

I went to grocery store, Brookshire's, mama's favorite. I started stealing stuff. Get behind a big family as if I was part of them, so's I fool the cameras. Lot's a noodles, tuna cans, golden mushroom soup, peanut butter, breakfast sausage. Whole lot of bread.

Our house had an old wood fired cook stove, plus a tiny electric, we had all kinds of wood, cords of it dating back to when Daddy still here. So even after the power went off, I could cook fine, even wash my clothes with water heated on stove, stole the soap, Ivory, take little sponge baths too. I baked a tuna noodle casserole, with the mushroom soup and the breakfast sausage. Pretty damn good, plus toast with the peanut butter.

Finally ran out of pads for my monthly, I waited too long and was at Brookshire's trying to grab some, but nobody would go down dat aisle. Finally, I just walked up and took a package, tampons instead of pads, the package was smaller.

It was the bread that did me in. I was almost out of everything and it was like I was unlucky and I couldn't get close to any big families, took a loaf of dark rye (favorite) and pumpernickel which was fat and round. I went to the bathroom and stuffed the pumpernickel down my panties in front. The dark rye was regular loaf size and I just tucked it in my pit.

I was just about the door and the pumpernickel just popped out and was on the floor and then this huge man, had a hold of my arms and I gave up. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I was awake finally in a hospital, I was dehydrated and I'd lost weight, as I kept my eyes closed, I heard dis voice, "She's malnourished, she's five foot eleven and weighs eighty seven pounds, inverted stomach and ribs, her body's been consuming itself. She should weigh somewhere around one hundred thirty pounds, maybe one hundred forty, give or take. We have no identification. We thought you might know."

I heard this very deep, Cajun voice say, "Well course, she's William and Lola Moss's Elizabeth, Beth I think she goes by. She's an orphan now. Lola has a sister up North in Seattle, Jean or Jane."

I opened my eyes and it was the Bishop and he was smiling at me and said, "We got you child."

I cried silently. I was got for sure.

I rode a plane landed at the Seattle Airport called SeaTac. Wasn't sure about if dat meant Seattle or the airport was tacky, probably both.

They'd got me up to one hundred and twenty five pounds. My titties seemed bigger as did my ass and thighs. They cut my hair, I had red hair and bangs and some freckles and my bra size was now EE-Cup. I was wearing a shelf bra that Mrs. Villeneuve bought me that. Caused my titties to push up, as if I needed that.

I was sitting next to this guy looked like a basketball player, blond hair maybe six foot eight, was from Louisiana.

Says to me, "Darling, you are simply bodacious."

"What you saying to me, you being nasty at a girl alone on da plane?"

Boy says, "Bodacious meaning you are soft and round. Voluptuous in a word. Child you been with a man yet?"

I looked at him and scrunched up my eyes, and said, "My Daddy died I was eleven, only man I ever been with, I still miss him bad. Mama died missing him last fall. I'm going to stay with an aunt I never knew I had, Mama's sister."

"Child, how old are you?"

"I eighteen. Starting junior year, after labor day. Catholic girl's school Holy Names. I run track, four hundred meters and eight hundred meters, cross country too."

"Are you good?"

I looked at him, "Never lost a race. I five foot eleven, legs in proportion should be six three," I looked him in his eyes and held it, then said, "Course I got to tape these girls down," I bit my lip and looked at him.

He leaned down and kissed me hard strong lips and he smelled wonderfully, what was going on with me, his tongue pushed at my lips and my mouth opened and his tongue was inside my mouth, slowly dancing with my tongue. I tried to scootch through the armrest to put my body on him. My girls were all over his arm. I was moaning in his mouth and my thighs were involuntarily clinching and my hips started to dance.

"Miss, please pull your chair up we're about to land," said the middle aged flight attendant, "She looked at my new friend and rolled her eyes..

My chest was heaving. My nipples were rock hard bullets poking through my cotton blouse. I was embarrassed because I felt like my monthly started.

He asked, "You okay?"

"My first kiss, thank you. I will remember this as the first nice thing, wonderful thing that's happened to me in a long time. You be pretty good looking for a boy, " I said smiling at him, "I'm Beth."

He said, "Not my first, but far and away the best ever. Thank you bodacious Beth.

Here is my card with my number. Do you have a number?"

I shook my head and reached for my bag and there was a sheet on it and it said Jane Moss, xxx-xxx-xxxx and said, "That's my aunt's phone number. She said she was going to get me a phone."

He took his smartphone out and took a picture of the sheet. He said, "I'm Nate Boudreau. I play for the Seattle Seahawks a pro football team. I grew up in New Orleans and played for Mississippi State."

He put his card down in my bra, gently rolled my nipple and said, "Call me when you can."

I said, "Please don't stop."

"Miss, you two can't do that, everyone but you two are off the plane, get off now."

I looked up and he was a pilot.

End "Gloria I think they got your number! Part one"

Coming soon Beth and Mother Superior. Beth meets Nate and his wife.