FOR ETERNITY

LIFE IS LIFE, LIKE IT OR NOT.

       "Life is life". I hated that answer when I'd ask 'what is life?"

We'd go to church every time the doors were opened. It wasn't that we were such great Christians, far from it. I think the main thing was Mama felt safer there than anywhere else.

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Some weekends my stepfather would drink a few beers and flip out. What a lightweight. Not to speak bad of the dead, but he'd drink a couple of beers and pull his little pistol out of his pocket, look at it like it was the answer to everything, then hold it to my mother's head.

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Mama would sneak away with my sister and me before he got to that point, if she could. But more often than not, she'd wait too long. Stepdad would sit rocking in his recliner, sipping Pabst or Schlitz, not even taking big swallows, and before we knew it, he'd jump up and put the tiny barrel of that .22 against Mama's head.

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When I was little, I didn't realize a tiny gun could make a big hole, however, Mama was scared everytime so I'm sure she knew the repercussions.

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People do stupid stuff for the sake of killing time.

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My stepdad's, Noah's, wife was my mother's cousin. My real father, Durwood, would go by and "visit" Mama's cousin, Agnes. A baby came as a result of those visits. A black haired little boy that looked nothing like the other fair haired four brothers and sisters.

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Seems everybody knew Little Billy was a byproduct of my dad's visits to my mom's cousin, Agnes.

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Eventually, they, Noah and Agnes, broke up and he, Noah, started visiting my mom who was also estranged from my real dad, Durwood, concerning that very reason. He, Durwood, was also screwing other females so that added to the conflict.

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Anyway, I guess Agnes' husband, Noah, decided the best revenge was to get with my mom so he kidnapped us three females, Mama, my sister, and me from NC to FLA.

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I was three years old at the time. My older sister was six or seven. I was just a baby but I remember those days in Florida when we were "on the run".

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"You girls stay out here with these nice people while Mama works," Mom would say to us like it was normal but Sis and I knew something was bad wrong.

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Men were sitting on the ground. Baskets of crabs were everywhere, the crabs were crawling out and running along the ground constantly trying to escape.

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The men were always trying to cause the girls and women to squeal by putting a crab on them, the little pinchers constantly pinching skin, pulling hair, squeezing body parts.

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Mama had stepped out of the tiny shack of the grocery store to check on us girls and one of the tiny crabs ran onto her foot. Mama screamed and I saw all the men 's faces light up.

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They were hungry for some kind of action, a confrontation, a female jumping around in empty anger, her breasts flopping up and down under the thin blouses made for Florida sun dwellers.

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Mama didn't jump. She kicked her leg once and very hard. The crab went flying backward and it hit a big tree. It's shell shattered into lots of tiny pieces.

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Of course, that meant death for the crab and, me, being a little child didn't grasp the reasoning of the situation. I cried loudly, shaking and almost in seizures. 

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The males didn't think that was very sexy, I guess, because they all soon wandered away. Mama went back to work.

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I think it was right along those times I began to realize males and females are very different.

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The females sitting around outside the shack of a grocery store were concerned about the crabs hurting someone, especially the children.

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The males just wanted to see action, preferably b***s bouncing and butts shaking loose from their shorts. I'm sure there were guys hoping the seams would work into the crevices and splits jumping all around. It was obvious the males were watching closely for something to happen. I was three.

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One of the men pretended to be gently bullying me. He'd pull the tiny hairs on my back above my waistband to my thin summer shorts. I'd jump and my tiny midrift top would fly up exposing my breasts which were just a tiny girl's immature "baby fat" but he kept doing it. I could sense something was "off".

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I think when females get older, they realize a lot because many of them would say, "Hank Stop! Leave that baby alone!" 

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Yeah, they probably knew Hank was a pervert.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Would you like to have sex later? We should totally explore the holes.

[ETERNITY]

sorry ... i've never had an std ... thanks anyway

[Davidgeo]

Ha, I know where that response comes from.

[ETERNITY]

you do?.......