‘Unexpected’ was the word used for my father’s death. He was forty-three and mother was 42 and I was thirteen. By unexpected the doctor meant that he wasn’t sick before he died, didn’t have pains or problems. One day he was just walking out the door to go to his office and fell over dead. The doctor told mother it was a ‘massive heart attack’.
Well we didn’t have any family on either side to come to the funeral. No one would travel all the way from California to North Ocala Florida to attend a funeral. His family was not so well to do, and had to work every day.
After the funeral I went to the school classes again at my junior high. Mother stayed at home and cried.
Grace Sanders, our next door neighbor, was over sitting with mother when the funeral was over and she said to mother, “Did Fred leave you and Jennie fixed well with life insurance when he died?”
That’s when mother burst into tears and said, “I forgot to pay the life insurance premiums. We get nothing and have no savings.” Mother burst into a crying spell, and she cried and drank quite a lot then. Thats about all she did, I didn’t want to be around her.
When school was out and there was summer vacation, I would go to the local swimming pool and mother would give me the necessary quarter credit for admission. When it rained, and if I got home early mother would not be there.
We had possessed a young slave girl, well not as young as me, Betty, who cleaned the house did the lawn mowing and cooked the meals. One day Betty was gone.
I asked mother about it and she said, “She had to be sold, we needed the money.”
Well then the house didn’t get cleaned. I carried out the garbage and began cleaning my room and the bathroom. Mother cleaned nothing. I noticed when I came in early that mother was often gone.
I didn’t talk often with mother, but when mother drove home she would have a big of groceries. Before Betty ordered our groceries and they were delivered by Sams Foods, now she brought home food in bags.
Some nights mother would drive off and not come in till mornings. Also there were more and more empty liquor bottles in the garbage, that I carried out. Mother never looked drunk, but somebody was drinking lots of booze.
One day I came into the house and a man was sitting in the living room smoking a cigar. Mother wasn’t around, and her car was not in the driveway.
“Hi!,” the man who was probably 20 years old said. He waved at me and said, “Wanda I sent out for some fast food. You must be the famous Jennie?”
I nodded yes.
“Well my name is Junior Braggs and we’re going to be good friends Jennie, your mother will explain the new situation when she gets home. She says you’re a good girl.”
I went to my bedroom and put my things away, showered and laid on the bed waiting for mother to get back. Junior was dressed like an auto mechanic with a patch on his shirt and a baseball cap on that said, ‘Whizz’, that was a gas station. He had sandy, uncut hair. I mean it was shaggy, and no one had trimmed it right. His clothes looked greezy as though maybe he’d been under cars.
There was a knock on my door. I had it locked because this stranger Junior was in our house. I knew it was mother knocking, because I knew how she knocked. I let her in and was standing next to my bed, she stood by me.
“Look baby,” she said and she called me baby about bad news, like when dad died.
Junior said he met you when he came in. He’s really a fairly nice fellow. Look I hate to break the news to you like this but you know things just happen. Plans don’t really work and you wake up and go to sleep every day to see what is next. We really have no part in the real things that happen, they just do. Shit just falls out your rear end, and it’s like clockwork.” I mean, there it was mother’s philosophy of life, the creed that she always lived for, and believed. The shit example was no accident in language.
“We got a small settlement on the life insurance because of missed payments and we’ve spent all that. You know we’re out of money baby.”
“So your going to marry Junior?”
“No we couldn’t pay the house payments and didn’t have money for food anymore. I have no skill, and didn’t even go to college.”
“So what mother!” I said.
“Well I’ve turned us both over to Junior and he’s agreed to take us. We can keep living at this house. He owns that fuel station down on Silver Springs Blvd, across from Tire Central.”
“I know the one. So what do you mean you turned us over to him?”
“We’re now his slaves baby. Betty was as young as you are when your father bought her. He’ll be good to us if we just do as he says.”
“What right do you have to do this to me — you bitch!” I said. I had never hit her before, my father Fred sure had but I slapped the stew out of her then.
Her face had a red streak on it where I smacked her. She gave a sob and said, “I’m sorry baby but he would have gone to court and gotten us. Even your father owed him money. We owe everybody baby and everything is OK now. You need to calm down now and get ready to be nice to our new master. I talked long and hard about Junior doing this. The only reason he has moved over here is he won’t have to rent his apartment anymore and he can have sex with you.
He’s seen what a pretty girl you are.” She patted my hair, “I’ll probably work for you baby. He’s been fucking me since Fred died. How do you think we were getting money for you to swim and to eat?”
“You’ve been drinking. You drank up everything!”
“I didn’t know what to do baby. Slaves do all the grungy work, and we’re not fit for anything more than slave work. NO one will pay me even for my pussy at my age.
Better we romance Junior and you be his special baby doll. He wants to live here and he is making house payments. You won’t of course go to school, but it could be a good life. Junior is 23 and he’s not planning to marry. He owns his own station and he’s going to stop my drinking.”
I laid on the bed and had a long cry and she kept standing there, telling about what Junior liked on TV, and the brands of beer that Junior liked, ‘La Roch’ and ‘Bumby’. Like I cared.
She kept standing there, by my bed.
“You can’t run away baby. There is no place to go, and he would treat you different if you tried to escape. We owed 475 credits.”
She waited till I quit crying and said, “Junior’s really patient, but men want pussy they own. It’s going to happen tonight. We don’t want your relationship to be forced honey.
I’ll tell you what either go in the living room with me and we’ll get on our bellies and crawl across the carpet and lick his shoes, or you can undress and wait naked in bed for him, and I’ll go in and tell him your ready to give him your virginity.”
“I’m not exactly a virgin, but I’ll wait naked in bed for him.”
“Who did you?”
“A boy at the pool, we did it in the towel room”
“Well fake it baby and make Junior feel like he’s king, because he owns us. Take off you clothes and don’t disappoint the master.”
I already had the knife under the mattress. When I saw Junior in our house. It was something about the way he looked at me. I got out my protection. It was a twelve-inch long knife that dad had bought me.
Mother went in to bow, and slobber on his dirty brogans, and I stood next to the bed naked, with the knife behind my back holding it tightly with my head bowed.
He was quickly in my room with his shirt coming off and he said, “woovee you are a doll! I like your little red nipples, let me have a feel of those nice juicy things.”
With one hand he was loosening his belt and with the other he touched my left nipple very gently and then squeezed the whole breast.
His tongue shot out as the blade didn’t hit a rib but went right in his chest. Blood went all over me, the floor, and the bed.
“Arugger,” was his last word as he stumbled bleeding and hit the floor.
Mother said outside the door, “Is there some trouble master?”
“No mother everythings great. He wants you to bow in the hall and crawl in when I tell you — were all going to do some kinky stuff.”
“Yes mistress,” mother said.
I covered him up with a blanket and when I got a curtain sash in hand said, “OK mother take off all your clothes and slide in here on your belly he’s going to do something to you in the anal hole, and in the dark.”
“Yes mistress,” she said and crawled in very quickly.
I strangled her on the floor and after I packed my car and had all his money 780 credits, and some change. I locked the house and drove out of Ocala in his truck. My father taught me driving and I had a new fuel module, good for 3000 miles.
THE BAD GIRL MOVES ALONG AFTER DEALING WITH JUNIOR
Cops stopped me twice in Georgia going north. Both times it was at road blocks. I was not speeding, but they were set up to catch escaping slaves. I had mother’s license, and I did look like her.
“You do look lots younger than forty-two sweet thing,” the officer said at the 2nd roadblock.
“Well it’s my picture honey,” I said and smiled big. The officer was working his post alone on a two lane road. I thought the back roads would be safer than the large toll roads.
“I’ll need to check you all over for brands and marks baby,” he said grinning at me, he pointed to a tent. The tent was 200 feet back from the road. I took my handbag and left my car going as directed to a yellow tent.
I could see right beyond the tent where maybe 25 or 30 men and women were locked in a cage. Their cars were parked not far from the cage, and the people were grasping the metal bars looking at us walking toward the tent, “Best little lady just tell me your branded and I’ll put you in with the others. Where’s your mark? Is it on your ass?”
“I’m not branded, and not a slave.” I said smiling.
I was wearing mother’s wedding rings and he noticed those and said, “Was the husband beating you cutie?” He patted my ass and let his hand linger there.
“Sir that is very unprofessional,” I said.
“Who can you complain to?” he said, as we went in the tent. I noticed his deputy patch said, ‘Hendry County Georgia’
“Well lay your panties on the chair and I do a complete body cavity search on the likes of you dear. Expect a proper poke of pussy.”
“Outrageous!” I said and turned away from him with my pocket book and as soon as he grasped my ass cheeks with both hands I had my gun in hand and turning quickly, put three slugs in his head.
I liked the way Junior’s revolver spoke in such a quite way. Three pops and his body folded like a pull out bed. I collected his gun, keys, money and rings. He had 7,000 credits he had probably stolen from the motorists he had in the cage. I got none of his blood on me.
When I left the tent I took his badge and went over to four cars waiting at the roadblock and said looking into the cars, “Are there any of you branded slaves in this car?”
“No, officer” was the reply I got. I had flashed his badge each time.
“So go on,” I said.
After they went on down the road I went to the cage and all the people stood up. I flashed my stolen badge and said, “Look our officer was a loose cannon and I apologize that he locked you all up. Get to your cars and get out of here.” When I opened the cage they all stumbled out except for one naked woman. Well she did have a blanket pulled around her. She looked thirty.
“So what about you are you going to leave?” I said after the others ran to their cars. I pointed out with the officers gun.
“My master left me as payment when he got to go on down the road mistress.”
“Fine you’ll be my slave now.” I said and she walked to my car with me, she was holding her blanket, and kept her head bowed, as slaves did around free people.
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