Gloria They Got Your Number Pt 02

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

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Author's Note Parts of Louisiana have descendants from French people moved from Canada by the British after the British lost the American Revolutionary War. The British were pissed that the French helped the Americans. Cajun the word is shortened version of Acadian which is what the people were called when they arrived in Louisiana. They speak a time in the bottle version of French as it was in 1750. Of course, with influences from Spanish, black slaves and Native Americans. Modern examples include Lacey Chabert, Jared Leto, James Carville and others. My family from there, I spent time there. There are two hundred and fifty thousand Cajun and Creole people in America now.

We first find homeless Cajun Girl Beth here:

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Mary Anne's mom, Jean, Mrs. Villeneuve, was talking Mary Anne and me, month or so before I ended up to this swampy cold wet place. She said, "You two got to be careful being a women, don't be looking no snake eye at me Marry Anne, I know about you and Bobby Taylor, his mama said he took her box of rubbers, which mostly was for when his Daddy on long haul runs with his White Freightliner."

"Said you was known for hand job and blow jobs but you were, or should say already did take steps."

"Look at me cher, now damn it!"

Mary Anne, had never told me bout dis at all. I could have caught a hummingbird in my mouth it was hanging open.

She said, "Here take this, it's a birth control dispenser and it's got sixty days. Damn it to hell take it and look me in the face. You want to be a woman, be time to get real, right now, Mary Anne badly afraid was looking at her mama, face to face about two inches apart, "Has he fucked you without a rubber and cum in you and when?"

Very soft voice, "Yes. Once. Two months ago, I had two monthlies since. Rubbers since."

"Who else have you fucked and who else has come in you."

Mary Anne seemed to be looking inside herself and she was slowly shaking her head. She sat up straight, took a deep breath and said, "I fucked Daddy's younger brother at the fourth of July picnic, Thanksgiving, oh on Christmas break, all no rubbers. That travelling priest, Fr. Timothy, during confession, broke the confessional."

"That's all, "her Mama asked?"

"Well, "Mary Anne said, "lots of blow jobs, teachers, random guys."

Mrs. Villeneuve stood up and went into the kitchen and poured corn whisky into a mason jar put some ice in and sat back down, she looked a little shocked. She pulled a drawer open out a chest, next to the couch and pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Marlboros. She put it in her mouth and there was a little lighter in the cellophane round the pack and lit the cigarette and exhaled through her nose, while she put the lighter back and then both into the drawer for other emergencies. She took one deep drag, then holding it in grabbed the glass of corn and some smoke came out of her nose she took a drink and then more came out. That seemed impossible.

She looked at me and said, "Ma cher, you're a virgin still?"

I nodded up and down like a wood pecker.

She said, "Mary Anne, you're a slut, but look like a model. Don't look at me like dat cher. This will keep you from getting pregnant. Take one tonight, DO NOT fuck anyone for a couple of weeks, God damn it to hell, don't get pregnant. It's ninety eight percent perfect. If some boy hung like a stallion that tool get up in your womb, still could happen. Okay, All this does is protect you from pregnancy. Understand?"

We both nodded.

She took a drink and flicked her butt towards the still fire place and pulled the drawer open and deliberately repeated the process.

Looking at Mary Anne she said, "You love any of these boys?"

Mary Anne laughed, "Hell no Mama."

I be looking at her and it was like I didn't know her. We used to laugh and giggle about our first boyfriends and getting married and kisses. I felt like there had been this huge gulf between us and we supposed to be friends and she shared none of all dis. I felt intensely alone and knew that something had happened between us.

I wasn't paying attention, but I interrupted, not sure who was saying what, "Why you not tell me! We not friends no more, like you quit on me, we suppose to share aren't we, I not cool enough. I love you, why you walk away from me? What I be your charity"

I was still in the fucking hospital, I wanted to go home, no home for me. I stood up. Mrs. Villeneuve grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the chair and said, " Are you mad at her?"

I looked at Mrs. Villeneuve and said, "She be all I had, but I on't know her now. I don't feel mad. I alone totally. How could you not tell your best friend all dis? I be gone in a few weeks. I not on smartphone with Instagram and Snapchat, I think she got closer friends on der."

Mary Anne said nothing, not looking at me. I knew I was right which was not proving nothing, just some more grieving to go through.

Mrs. Villeneuve looked at me and said, "Child you a old soul. Don't take this the wrong way, Mary Anne looks like a model and is a slut, you look like a movie star, even a porn star, you know what a porn star is?"

Mary Anne had showed me on her computer, so I nodded.

She went on, "Men and women be chasing you to fuck you and you will be fucked many times for you fall in love. Sounds corny, but you'll find somebody who takes your heart. So here take this and start taking these tonight."

I said, "I'm kind of tired."

She said, "Your Aunt Jane, was a whore here, I mean that, hooker whatever got arrested had pimps, all dat bullshit. Your mama never did that, so you settle down and soon's you figure out a way to get from her do it."

I saw her a couple more times before I left, she bought me the lingerie and the dress and shoes I had on da plane. Mary Anne never came to see me again.

I walked off the airplane had a carryon bag from the parish, mostly new trainers and runners and sweats for track, regular underpants and my tit tape for running.

I walked down this long tunnel and then down a long escalator to a subway. I followed the direction to pick up. I be carrying my luggage, was wearing my high heels and all and with that shelf bra, I was up and proud, but starting to get worried.

The Bishop had contacted this Catholic Girls School, Holy Names Academy and there was this group of girls holding this white board with my name on it "Beth Moss"

I stopped for a second and looked for Aunt Jane and there was nobody, so I strutted toward the girls. They had on sweats and runners, hoodies and torn jeans.

I stopped in front of all dem and said, "I be Beth Moss, how you all doing?"

Their mouths were open, not mean, just stunned. A middle aged lady in jeans and flannel, said, "I'm Sister Mary, you're from Shreveport?"

"St. Joseph's right over da line from Bossier City, where our home be."

One of the girls said, "When are your parents coming?"

"Daddy passed I eleven, chemical factory accident. I lost mama be eighteen months now, I guess I a orphan. I got an Aunt up here somewhere, but I never talked to her, might be standing round here, right now. For all I know"

Sister Mary said, "Do you have any luggage?"

I held up my carryon bag and said, "Just dis."

She said, "Where did you get the outfit?"

"Oh Mary Anne's mama, Mary Anne's my best friend, Mrs. Villeneuve, bought me this so I could present to you, not dressed up like homeless person. We went to Target. I okay?"

She walked over to me and said, "You're lovely, give me a hug."

I crying hard, like when mama died. Then everyone was hugging me and patting my back.

Finally went into a gigantic parking lot, walking out across a glass walkway., then elevator. Dey had a big van, said Holy Names Academy. We got in and dis pretty black girl sat next to me and said, "Do you do any sports?"

"I run."

"Track? I'm Alexa, by the way."

"Yes, cross country, four hundred meters, eight hundred meters and five thousand meters."

"Wow, sprints and distance both! How good are you?"

"I on't know bout here, but I never lost a race."

Alexa raised her eyebrows, bit her lip, then said, "Umm, how, err, do you deal with those magnificently soft, lovely, did I say soft, they jiggle when you breathe, fuck I'm sorry, I'm queer."

"I got tit tape. What u mean queer? I virgin. Mary Anne, used to be my best friend had lots of sex, only she forgot to tell me, I never had phone, nor computer, so I found bout dat right for I left, kinda hurt, she on't tell me."

"Queer means I am not attracted to men, I am attracted to beautiful women like you. In your case, very attracted. You have a very strong accent, is that Southern?"

Beth stared at Alexa who she found profoundly beautiful. She had full beautiful lips and she had freckles across the bridge of her nose, which was straight. But it was her eyes which were green that she stared into.

"I coon ass. Cajun. Mama all Cajun, Daddy, had some, name is Irish. Both dem talk Cajun round home. Cajun old time French. Mama one woman man. You be beautiful, specially eyes and face, lips. Been kissed once, dat was on plane, he fine looking man, said he played football, "She reached down into her bra and pulled out the card. He kiss nice, he touched me, " she pointed at her nipples, "I never felt nuthin like dat, felt like my monthly happened, kind of confused. Mama, said don't let no boy be touching me. I on't know what I be doing now, I'm so fraid, Mrs. Villeneuve be on me stay away from my Aunt, said she be ho."

I aware her eyes right der, her nose touched my nose, her lips softly, tenderly on mine, tongue softly on my lips, opened on own accord. Her soft tongue be touching mine. I heard me moaning. She buried her face in my decolletage (French for cleavage) gave me a hickey on my left titty, den same on right titty. I held her head fingers running though her hair. My panties all wet now and my hips be bumping her.

She reached inside and pulled my left titty out and started pulling on my nipple. My nipple and titty pulled away from my chest as she pinched the nipple hard. Den my hips bumped all over da bench seat and I felt my panties fill with water and the most incredible sensation of buzzing in my tummy and fell hard against her. My whole body be shaking. I be tryin to climb up on her. I could not get close enough.

I almost be quitting shaking and Lexa bent over and bit hard my nipple. My mouth wide open, my head lay back on top of seat and I staring at da ceiling. Den my arms and legs, moved all over on der own. My face was on her tits, I wanted to kiss through the shirt so I could suck on her. Then I passed out.

I opened my eyes and Sister Mary was rubbing my face with a wet cloth. She said,

"Are you okay?"

I looked at da sister and her nostrils be flaring, she queer too, my bet. She looked down at my dress, which was stained and obviously wet. I said, "I pretty hungry."

We were at the school and we got off da van and it was cold and I felt all alone.

I looked at da sister and said, "Where I stay? Is der a dormitory here? I broke. No clothes, my aunt a ho, please keep me away from her, " I stamped my foot and I was crying again.

No food in a while, was laying on my side, da concrete was wet and I was gone.

I heard dis beeping just like in hospital in Shreveport. Man be talking about me, "She seems to have been sexually assaulted. We got the chart from Shreveport. She has off and on been subjected to mal nourishment and if she goes unfed for a day or so,

she'll breaks down. There was no food in her system.

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

Coming soon, ""Gloria I think they got your number! Part three"

Beth be running.