"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:
https://www.literotica.com/s/gloria-they-got-your-number-pt-01
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"
