After reading a lot of stores, I decided to give it a shot.
All grammar and spelling mistakes are mine. If you can't get by them, move along. I'm not writing to win a Pulitzer Prize.
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My name is Remus Johnson. I'm six foot two and I weigh in around two hundred and twenty pounds. I farm 800 acres about fifteen miles outside of Waxahachie, Texas. My Mom and Dad live in town since he got too stove up with Arthritis to be of much help. They come by now and then to check on me.
My grandma told me stories that were handed down about the Master. The stories included the fact that he indulged now and then in some Dark Chocolate even though he had a wife. My relative was the overseer in charge of the field hands and he deeded the land to him when slavery was abolished. Through all the later generations they managed to keep it intact.
My Dad made sure I was able to keep it profitable too. He sent me to Texas A & M. I took plant science and farm management classes. With that education and what my Dad taught me I had a financially successful operation going.
A year after I graduated I married the sweetest little girl. She had the softest honey colored skin. We spent many a night, holding each other while I caressed her warm velvet. She especially liked my thick eight inch cock.
We were married for two years and she met this slick talking lawyer and ran off with him. It took me a year to get the divorce done and my shit together. The farm was still in my parents name, so they didn't get much. Just enough for the lawyer to make a play for her. I think at first he had his sights set on half of the farm. I heard later that he ran off with the money and left her standing on a street corner in San Antonio. She knew better than to try to come back and try to make up for her transgressions.
I had a good reputation around town. It all started in high school. Texans take their football seriously. I was the right defensive end on our football team. I was particularly good a slipping blocks and sacking the quarterback. I remember one game I took out the entire back field of our rival team.
I stayed active in some of the local stuff going on. I bought uniforms for the Little League teams. One time I talked the local equipment rental place to let me use their laser plane and I leveled where the little league diamonds are. Every fall I put in an acre of pumpkins for the kids. It got to be a real event. All the boys tried to get the biggest one. They usually ended up rolling one to their parents car. Then their Dad would help the load it.
There was a few ladies around that tried to get their hooks in me after Keesha left, but having been burned once I was hesitant to jump in again. I did have a couple of friends with benefits.
One in particular was kind of a strange one. She was the Mayor's wife. She was a blue eyed blonde about forty five years old. She took real good care of herself being a regular at the gym, spa and beauty shop. She had told me her old man was a diabetic and couldn't get it up. They had an understanding that she could get laid as long as she was discreet about it. She hit on me one time at a little league game and it was game on ever after. She told me she liked it big, black and bareback. She had a nasty mouth on her when she was fucking. She called me a dirty nigger, a black bastard, and a few other racial slurs. Of course she was my little white cum slut, whore, nigger fucker and a few others. It was a good thing I didn't have any neighbors because she was a real screamer.
Another strange one was a little chubby black girl. She always wanted it bareback too, except she wanted to get pregnant. She was very firm about not wanting to get married. I gave her two girls and two boys during my college summer vacations. She didn't work, but lived on welfare. The more kids she had the more money she got. Of course all of them got cut off while I was married. The Mayor's wife came back soon after Keesha ran off.
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I didn't know it, but my life was about to change, bigley.
I woke up and stretched. I wasn't in a big hurry to get up. I had been out killing hogs last night. I killed a big boar that must have weighed over five hundred pounds. I also got a nice little sow that would come in around two fifty. I had to go back and get my skip loader to handle them. I had an arrangement with a butcher in town. He would cut and wrap it and we would share the meat. They were gutted and hanging in the barn and I needed to get them taken care of today.
I went in the bathroom to piss away my morning wood. I ambled into the kitchen and set up my coffee maker. I took a shower and got dressed while it was brewing. I drank two cups and planing on getting some lunch in town.
I backed my truck under the hogs and lowered them in the bed. A half hour later I pulled up to the back door of the butcher shop. I tapped my horn and got out. Arlo walked out.
"Damn, Remus. Nice lookin hogs you got there."
"I only got two. The rest of them left in a hurry."
"They musta knowed who was after em, ya think?"
I chuckled.
"Yeah. I have a bad rep among the hogs."
We got them unloaded and I drove off. I stopped and got an Egg McMuffin and headed home. I pulled in my driveway and stopped at the head ditch for my pumpkin patch. I had planted it two weeks ago. It looked like they had sprouted just fine. I checked the dirt for moisture. They would need some water tomorrow or the next day.
Just as I started to get back in my truck I heard a car making some funny noises coming down the road. I turned and looked.
A little Honda Civic was chugging alone with blue smoke coming out of the exhaust. It looked like it was on it's last legs. I heard a loud clunk and it coasted over on the shoulder. I stood watching as a woman got out. She kicked the door closed. She just stood there looking at it. I saw her hand come up and it looked she was wiping her eyes. I walked over toward her.
"Good morning, maam. Looks like you got some trouble there."
Her head jerked toward me at the sound of my voice. She just looked at me for a few seconds. She wiped her eyes again. As I got closer I could see she was crying. I glanced at the car and I saw a little girl in a car seat.
"Is there something I can do to help you, maam? I can call a tow truck for you."
"Oh god. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't have any money to fix it."
"OK, calm down. Let em take a look at it. Maybe I can fix it for you."
"Would you please."
"My name is Remus Johnson, maam. That's my farm right there. Let me tow you over to my shop and I'll see what I can do."
"My name is Lynn Stevens and that's my daughter Amy. I can pay you some, but I don't have much."
"Let's see what's wrong first. Maybe it's just some little thing."
I backed my truck up to it and hooked a chain to the under carriage.
"You get in and steer. I'll take it easy."
I pulled it over next to my shop and had her pop the hood. I noticed a puddle of oil under it. I got down on my knees and saw a rod sticking through the pan. I stood up and dusted off my pants.
"It don't look good, maam. You have some serious problems with your car. It's not gonna be a quick fix.."
She collapsed right there in the dirt, sobbing.
"Take it easy, maam. It can't be that bad. Maybe I can call your husband and have him pick you up."
I took her by the arm and helped her up.
"No, you can't call him. It's because of him I'm in this mess."
"Well, let's go inside, out of this heat, and maybe we can figure something out."
I took them into the kitchen. It's where all of my family discussions happened. I was hoping Lynn would feel comfortable enough to talk. I needed to distract Amy.
"Amy, are you hungry?"
"Yes, sir."
"How about a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk?"
"I like peanut butter sandwiches."
"OK, you sit there and I'll make you one."
With her occupied I asked Lynn.
"We can't call your husband, how about your folks?"
"I can't call them either. I ran away when I was eighteen. I'm not sure where they are, anyway. I haven't talked to them in years."
"No brothers or sisters, anyone that can help?"
"No, it's just me and Amy."
"Correct me if I'm wrong. You're on the run from your husband. You don't have much money and your car just died. I suspect you don't have a destination, either."
She hesitated with her answer. I though I heard her stomach growl.
"All of that's true."
"When's the last time you ate?"
She hesitated again.
