Okay, What are we giving you this week? Well this one is a little odd. There are so many elements in this story that it could go into a lot of different categories. There's of course some cheating both real and imagined. There's some action and adventure. There are alligators, incest, abuse and a whole lot more but mostly it's a romance, though an odd one. Of course since it's one of my stories there will be a Mustang or two thrown in for good measure.Thanks as always to Mikothebaby for editing this story, without her input and vigilence this story wouldn't be nearly as readable. She also came up with the name of the story and thanks to her for just being there.
Real life is stranger than fiction. At least that's what I've heard them say on television. My name is Savannah Hill. I'm headed for court this morning. In fact, we'll be at the court house in only a few minutes. The thing that's going through my mind right now isn't how soft my dress is, or the fact that except for my boobs being a little bit bigger, my body is back to being the same size it was before I had my baby. I'm also not thinking about how soft the leather I'm leaning my head back against is or the thrumming sound of the Mustang's motor as we head through the early morning Louisiana heat.
I'm not thinking about how much I'd sweat if the car's air conditioning wasn't cranked to the max or how the hell I'm going to walk in these high heeled shoes.
I'm also not thinking about the throng of reporters from nearly every news station and paper in the state and a few national ones as well, that will be waiting to talk to me as I walk into the court room. They'll also be covering the trial as closely as possible. The judge has claimed though that he'll seal the court room if there is even the slightest hint that this case is becoming some kind of circus, media or other.
None of that matters to me as I look over at the face of the man driving me to the court building. He's probably, once you get used to the differences, one of the most attractive men I've ever met. And whether you get used to the differences or not, he's definitely the kindest and most caring.
I have to admit that if it weren't for him, I probably wouldn't be alive and neither would OUR baby. I guess that's why I have to do this. Sometimes people don't know when they're well off and someone who cares about them has to step in and give them a little push in the right direction. The right thing to do is often the very hardest thing to do for even the best among us. That's why we sometimes need the tiniest little nudge to help us. Then there are times when the legal thing and the moral thing are completely divorced from each other.
I love the man sitting next to me more than I can ever say. And he loves me too, although he's never said it. I can see it in his eyes when we have sex and every time he looks at me. More than that, I can feel it. OUR baby deserves more than he wants to give her and so do I. That's why I'm taking him to court. They, the newspapers and the media, have called this the strangest paternity suit, EVER. I guess I'd probably have to agree with them. There's that real life being stranger than fiction thing. But there are also the circular patterns of both fate and the universe to try to contend with.
Now I'm not nearly as smart as Greg is, but sometimes maybe he's just too damned smart for his own britches because even I can see the pattern here. I can see just as clear as anything I'm looking at that he and I were meant to be together. He has to take responsibility for his actions in this and I'm hoping the judge will see it my way too.
Greg pulls into a parking lot behind the court building and the reporters surround his Mustang immediately. Greg gets out and they immediately start pestering him with questions. He walks around and opens my door for me and takes my hand to help me out of the car. Fortunately, I'm wearing a dress where the skirt section is very long and very tight. I'm wearing that kind of dress because Greg likes me dressed like that and I like to make him happy.
In this particular case I'm also glad because Greg's Mustangs are all lowered. That means they sit even lower than normal because they've been fitted with special springs to improve the handling. It also means that if I had a shorter skirt on, when I tried to get out, my panties or even my private parts could end up on TV behind one of those blurry patches.
So Greg stands in front of me as he helps me out of the car just in case something does show. As he closes the door behind me, he smiles and I raise one eyebrow and tilt my head to look at him.
"Naw, buddy, that ain't gonna do," I said. Then I almost stumble and catch myself before unleashing a flurry of curse words. "Shi ... Shucks," I said. He smiled and nodded. I crook my index finger at him in the universal "get the fuck over here" gesture. He sighs and complies with my request. I go up on my toes and wrap my arms around him and give him the softest kiss on those big soft lips that I can bestow as the cameras flash literally hundreds of times in the second or two that we're locked together.
"I know ya don't understand any of this, but I'm doing it because I luv ya," I said.
He just shrugs and walks off towards the court. There were only a few reporters at first but now there are tons. Some of them break off to follow Greg while the rest follow me. A small man wearing glasses and a very expensive suit makes his way through the crowd and grabs my arm.
"God damn it Savannah, didn't I tell you to stay the hell away from Greg, during the case," he sputters.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that, when we sleep in the same bed," I snapped.
"Don't give me that shit," he spat right back. "That house has at least five bedrooms in the main house alone. Last time I looked your room and his weren't even on the same side of the house."
"That's not my fucking room," I spat. "That's the room he gave me, not the one I chose. Besides Ben, Greg is like the air I breathe, I can't go for too long without him."
"Then why the hell are you..." his eyes darted left and right seeing the reporters trying to write down or record every word we said.
"We'll discuss this further once, we have some privacy," he said. Then he pushed his way through the reporters and dragged me along with him.
Unfortunately, there was little or no time for us to confer. Almost as soon as we sat down, Ben started looking through his briefcase to take out his notes and briefs on the case. He set up his laptop computer on the table in front of us.
I looked across the room and saw Greg talking to a skinny little woman. I immediately got pissed. I ground my teeth together and shook my head. I'm twenty two years old and a healthy southern girl on the small side. I have small breasts, but my legs and my ass make up for it. I'm five foot two and I weigh about a hundred and ten pounds. That woman made me look like an amazon.
She was about my height but that was where the similarities ended. She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds and she was so thin, she looked almost unhealthy. Her hair was the mousiest shade of brown I'd ever seen. Even her face looked mousy. But despite that she looked happy. She looked too God damned happy. She looked like she wanted to just start singing at any moment.
She had on one of those women's power suits. I didn't care much for them. They made me think that the women who wore them wanted to be men. This one didn't though; despite her attire she was just as girlish and giggly as they came.
Even as I looked across the room, she said something to Greg and they both started laughing. That was it. I was on my feet and launching myself across the room at the worst possible moment. I took off my high-heeled shoes and started for their table and Ben grabbed me by my arm and tried to pull me back.
"Whatever that bitch is trying to pull, won't work," I spat. "Who the f..."
"Shut up you moron," said Ben. He pointed towards the door that had just opened. An old gray haired man who looked like he could be the pope walked into the room and spoke to the bailiff.
"That's Greg's lawyer," said Ben. "She's from New York. They always act like that. Her name is Ally or something. She's probably just trying to relax him. You need to calm down because Judge Wapner doesn't take any shit."
"All rise," said the bailiff, as the judge got his shit together and sat down. He put on a pair of glasses and looked over the cases again. He looked over at me and then at Greg. Then he looked at the case file again.
"Counselors approach the bench," said Judge Wapner. Ben got up and went over to the judge. The skinny little New York bitch did too. I glared at her as she stood up and she blew me a kiss.
I needed to ask Ben when he got back if he could represent me against an assault charge.
After a few moments of consultation, during which both lawyers shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders a lot, the lawyers returned to their respective seats.
"This case is highly unusual," said Judge Wapner. " ... But let's proceed. Mr. Matlock you can call your first witness."
Ben stood up. "I call Savannah Hill to the stand, your honor," he said. I approached the stand and was sworn in by the bailiff.
I sat down in that hard little chair next to the judge and smiled.
"Miss Hill, you are suing the defendant Mr. Gregory Gates for paternity..."
"Don't leave out housing rights," I spat, interrupting him.
The judge leaned over and smiled at me. "What are housing rights?" he asked. "I'm ninety years old. I've been practicing law and serving as a judge for over fifty years and I've never heard of housing rights, young lady."
"Your Judgeship, housing rights are the rights of a woman to live with her man. A child also has the right to whenever possible live with its parents," I said. I threw in an extra smile.
That skinny little bitch almost got smacked then because she stood up and started using her mouth. "I object," she said. She doesn't realize how lucky she is that there were no OBJECTS within my reach that I could throw at her.
"There are no such laws on the books in any state in the union. This whole case is a farce. Did you look at the DNA evidence? My client can't possibly be the father of this child. Even discarding the DNA anyone with half of a brain can see that it simply isn't possible. Besides that, my client, in a completely unheard of gesture of generosity has offered to provide either monthly or a lump sum that would take care of both the plaintiff and the child. I move that this case be dismissed immediately," she said.
A lot of the people who lived in town spoke up then. They all agreed with her. Several of them were looking at me as if I had two heads. They were all acting as if I was some sort of gold digger or freeloader. "Don't worry about them," said Ben. "They're all just small town folk. They all know him and want to support one of their own."
"Order in the court," yelled the judge. After the audience quieted down he looked over at me.
"Young lady is what Ms. McBeal said true?" he asked.
"Judge," I said smiling. I made my accent a little bit more pronounced because I know that slow southern accent works wonders on the city boys. It always works on Greg too. I just throw a little bit of magnolia in my voice and he can't say no to anything I ask.
"I can't say whether or not she's lying because I didn't get most of what she said. I did pick up a word here or there. I did hear the part about "Farts" and "Discarding" things. I think she said that I only have half of a brain. But other than that, it would be so much easier for all of us if we could reduce our cases to simplest terms," I said.
All of the people in the court room who'd been against me actually agreed with that and said so loudly. That little Ally McBitch shrank down in her chair then.
"Let's do that," said the judge. "Mr. Matlock for the benefit of everyone present could you please briefly state your client's case."
"Your honor, my client Miss Savannah Hill is suing for the court to acknowledge that Gregory Gates is the father, legal and otherwise of her daughter Gigi. Furthermore she wants for herself and her daughter to continue living with Mr. Gates in perpetuity. Oops sorry, that wasn't very plain but I think everyone gets the picture."
Judge Wapner rolled his eyes. I was sure I heard him say something about "Fucking lawyers," under his breath.
The judge turned to Greg's skinny city lawyer and told her to do the same. For some reason she chose to stand up and flounce around the courtroom while she spoke. I think she was just trying to show off how skinny she is.
"Your honor, my client is only here to try to protect his good name. The plaintiff's claims are fallacious and possibly damaging to his standing in the community..." I was on my feet in an instant.
"Okay I admit it," I screamed. "I fellated him on several occasions but we never did anything while he was out in the community. We hardly ever leave our property. This is a witch hunt. Did you notice that he never said anything about cheating on me while I was pregnant?"
"Your honor, I maintain that since my client has never married Miss Hill, it is impossible for him to have cheated on her," spat McBeal.
"What business is this of yours anyway, bitch," I spat. "What you'd better maintain is a closed mouth. It's going to be pretty hard for you to talk with a fat lip. I don't like your big city attitude at all. No matter how this case comes out when we're done, I'm going to whip your ass."
The people all over the court room started whooping and hollering and the judge had to bang his gavel several times to get them to quiet down.
"Can everyone here see why I asked for plain language now?" asked Judge Wapner. "I'm going to call for a five minute recess and then Miss Hill, I'd like you to calmly and without threatening anyone answer Mr. Matlock's questions."
I stepped down from the stand and went directly to where Greg was sitting. "Greg, I want you to fire her. I don't like her," I said. McBeal just stood there with her mouth open. "If you do," I continued. "When we get home I'll give you a blow job and bake you that pound cake that you love."
Before I could say anything or Greg could answer the bailiff was pulling me away from him. "You can't speak to the other side during the court session ma'am," he said.
A few minutes later I was back on the stand.
"Miss Hill, you are under oath," said Ben. "How long have you known Mr. Gates?"
"I met him three years ago when I was nineteen and he was twenty-nine," I said.
"How long have you been living with him?" he asked.
"It's been about a year and a half. I was two months pregnant when I moved in with him," I said.
"So your child is nearly a year old. Does Mr. Gates involve himself with the child?" he asked.
"Very much," I said. "He's a great dad. He carries her around and rocks her to sleep. He feeds her and even changes her sometimes."
"So what's the problem?" asked Ben. "Is he cruel to you?"
"Of course not, why would I want to stay with someone who was cruel to me?" I asked.
"Then please tell the court what the problem is," he asked.
"Jeezus Ben, you already know that," I spat.
"Tell the court," he said again.
"Greg has two gazillion years-worth of bullshit in his head. Oops sorry your honor I didn't mean to say bullshit. Oops I didn't mean to say it again," I said.
"Can you be more specific?" asked Ben.
"Greg wants Gigi and me to leave because of what it looks like and because he's afraid of us, especially me," I said.
"What made you think that after a year and a half," asked Ben.
"Because he wrote me this giant check and told me that now I had enough money to go and live wherever I wanted," I said.
"And your response to that was?" asked Ben.
"I tore the check up and told him I already was living where I wanted," I said. "And he told me that it would no longer be possible for us to continue our current arrangement. I know why he said it too but I'm not going to say."
"What did he do then?" asked Ben.
"He told me that he'd start looking for a place for me and if I hadn't found one on my own within ninety days, he'd have all of my stuff moved there."
"Did you believe him?" asked Ben.
"Hell yes," I spat. "Greg is one of those people who just want to be miserable. He doesn't understand that bad things happen to good people sometimes and that in order to live, you have to take risks. He'd rather be safe than happy."
"So the bottom line is that you'd withdraw your suit if Greg would let you stay in his house?" asked Ben.
"Not anymore," I said. "He started this shit. So he has to pay now."
"I thought that he'd already offered you a very generous financial arrangement," said Ben.
"This ain't about money," I said. "It's about what's right and it's personal now."
"No further questions, your honor," said Ben.
Ms. McBeal, you may cross examine," said the judge.
"Ms. Hill, are you..." began Ally.
"I'm not a Miz," I spat. "I'm a Miss."
"Be nice Miss Hill," said the judge.
"You can call me Savannah, judge," I smiled. "Everybody does except my Greg. He calls me Vannah. I like that."
"Savannah are you..." began Ally again.
"It's Miss Hill to you, bitch."
"Miss Hill, are you really claiming that my client is the father of your child?" she asked.
"I most certainly God damned am," I spat.
"Are you familiar with DNA?" she asked.
"Of course I am. It stands for Deoxyribonucleic Acid and it contains the hereditary information about most organisms. Let me guess, you thought I was stupid because I have a southern accent, right?" I asked.
For a few minutes she looked shocked. My answer had thrown her off of her game totally.
"According to the DNA report I have here in my hands," she said. "I have scientific proof that Gregory Gates is not the father of your child. What would you say to that?"
"I'd say that since most of the people here aren't scientists and can't read a DNA chart, your proof doesn't mean shit." A lot of the people in the audience laughed and even the judge snickered.
"Okay," she spat. "You want to do this the hard way. You want us to put this in common terms? Let's do that. Your baby is white. I've had an expert read the chart. Your child is one hundred percent Caucasian. That means the child had two Caucasian parents. Is that true Dr. Welby?"
A man stood up in the second row. "Your honor, I'm Dr. Marcus Welby. I've examined the DNA chart that Ms. McBeal provided and she is correct in her statement. The child in question has two Caucasian parents."
"And since as everyone here can clearly see that Mr. Gates is African American, the reason we've all been called into court becomes murky," said Ally smiling.
"The only thing murky around here is your bath water, you dirty bitch," I said. "Your honor, I didn't know that we were playing show and tell. If she's allowed to trot out her pet doctor, do I get to show my side of this too?"
"I see no reason not to allow you that opportunity," said the judge.
Ben's laptop was hooked up to a projector. He pressed a few keys and the projector lit up. On a side wall in the courtroom a video began to play. I'd shot the video only a few weeks ago. I was sure I would need it to prove my point.
On the screen the video showed a little girl's room. Everything in the room was white or pink. Cartoon characters and unicorns were everywhere. In the center of the room a small child's bed with the safety sides up. A tiny little girl grabs the bars on the sides of the bed and pulls herself up. She starts bouncing up and down on the bed. She looks towards the door and her face smiles. She reaches up to Greg who towers over the bed and says, "Dada."
The people in the audience all let out a collective, "Awww." Greg doesn't say a word. I stopped the video.
"I want everyone here to notice what my daughter just called Greg ... uhm Mr. Gates," I said. "I also want it noted that he didn't say a thing when she called him that. They were both smiling."
Greg on the screen picks up my daughter Gigi. "Vannah, Gigi needs to be changed," he yelled.
The people in the audience laughed and Ally was nervous.
"Well change her," I yelled from off screen.
"Why do I have to change her?" Greg whined.
"Because you're the one who picked her up, Dada," I yelled.
Greg went over to the changing table and started to change Gigi. Everything was going well. My daughter was giggling and Greg was trying to hold his nose at the same time. He was breathing through his mouth as if that would make the smell less bad. Suddenly Gigi stopped giggling and got quiet. The women in the audience started shaking their heads. They knew what was coming. Gigi was so comfortable that she just let go.
Greg made the worse mistake he could. Everyone watching the video could see that he loved my daughter. Like the typical first time father, he tried to lift her out of the poop she'd started making because he didn't want poop on the baby. He forgot that the baby was the one making the poop in the first place. "Vannah," he yelled. On the screen the camera settled down sideways as I put it down and rushed to help Greg.
"That proves absolutely nothing," snapped Ally.
"I disagree," I said. "Greg had the chances to deny that he was her father and to deny any responsibility for her care and upbringing and he did neither. Remember when he asked why he had to change her? And I said because you're the one who picked her up. That implied that we both were responsible for her care and well-being. So, in fact, he accepted responsibility."
"That sounds very thin to me, Miss Hill," snapped Ally.
"Your legs are pretty thin too, but they still hold you up somehow," I said.
"Perhaps Mr. Gates has in some way accepted a moral obligation to take care of any child in his house, but that in no way makes him responsible for your daughter," said Ally.
"Oh yeah he is," I said. "He is directly responsible for my daughter one way or another that's why he's her father."
She just shook her head. "Miss Hill, have you ever had sexual relations with Mr. Gates?" she asked.
"Yes, I have," I said. "Not as often as I'd have liked and it didn't start as soon as I'd have liked either but now that it has started..."
"When did you start having relations with Mr. Gates?" she asked. "And be specific, please."
"About sixteen months ago," I said. The audience gasped and I looked down.
"According to what you've told us," said Ally. "That would mean that you were already four months pregnant when the two of you started." Everyone in the audience really started talking then.
"Yeah, but it was still his fault," I snapped. The judge was trying to calm everyone down and bring the court back to order. It took a while.
"Savannah," said the judge. "I'm really having problems with this now. If the defendant never had sex with you until you were already pregnant, you're going to need to give me some kind of reason why I shouldn't dismiss the case. I'll call a recess for lunch. But after that you're going to have to give me some kind of explanation."
Ben was looking down. "We're probably going to lose this one," he said.
"Won't matter," I said. "You get paid either way." Ben and I went downstairs to the courthouse cafeteria. Greg and the stick figure followed us at a distance. I went over to their table and sat down.
"You really shouldn't be here, Miss Hill," she said.
"Relax Ally," I said. "I just came to give Greg a web address." I took Greg's phone and typed in a web address. He used his phone and viewed Gigi at home over our baby monitor.
"Greg, when we go back to court, I'm going to tell them everything," I said. "Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm wrong. The people in this town see you for what you are, most of them anyway. They see me for what I am. I'm not going to say it, because it'll only get Ally's panties in a bunch. But you know how I feel about you and how YOUR daughter feels about her Dada, but you aren't seeing this the right way. I'm supposed to be a gold digger or some kind of slut. But you have to make a decision. In your mind you're thinking that if I lose the case I'll just move out of our house and into another one somewhere near you. You think that that way you could watch Gigi and me from a distance and over time just slowly get over us."
"Greg, if I lose this case it won't be like that. If I did that I'd die. I'd die first because I love being with you. You and our daughter are everything to me. And secondly because I'd be as bad as they think I am. I don't want your money, Honey. I want your heart. So If I lose, I won't take a dime from you, I'll just disappear. Enjoy your lunch."
I went back over to my table where Ben waited. "Are you sure we're going to lose?" I asked Ben.
He nodded his head. "The case was ridiculous from the beginning," he said.
"Then why'd you take it?" I asked.
"Because I'm a lawyer in a small town," he said. "I have to take all the business I can. Crazy people's money works just as well."
"You never know though," he said. "He may give in. He hasn't eaten anything. He's just sitting there staring at you."
A short time later, I started my testimony. While we were away the judge decided to conduct my testimony in his chambers. I guess the decision and the case in general were weighing relatively heavily on him. Judge Wapner, the two lawyers, Greg and I were sitting around a small conference table in the judge's office.
"Alright Savannah," he said. "I didn't want to have this in a place where the decision could cause a big stir like this morning but..."
"Wait, what decision?" I asked. "You haven't really heard all of it. How can you make a decision based on a few facts and some questions?"
"What do you want Savannah?" he asked.
"I want to tell you the whole story," I said. "The honest to goodness, unabashed, but naked truth with nothing held back."
"Mr. Gates do you have any objection to this?" he asked.
"No your honor," he said. "Savannah has an interesting way of looking at things sometimes. I'd love to hear it."
"Okay," I began. "This all started about three years ago and I need to warn you all that this is not a very nice story. There are, however, some very nice people in it but there are some genuine sons of bitches in it too. When this story is over you'll understand what I went through and how hard it was for me to survive and maybe you'll see why I need to hold onto what little happiness I can get."
"Three years ago, I was nineteen years old and I'd finally started out on the path towards making my life right. I'd been out of high school for over a year and was driving towards Texas. It had taken me a year of saving and scraping up all the money I could to buy the cheapest car I could find, but I had to get out of the house.
Living in that small, dirty shack in Mississippi was all I knew. There's nothing wrong with being poor and nothing wrong with Mississippi, the problem was my family. My family consisted of my dad, my brother and me. My mom had died during childbirth. That's how I got my name. My mom was from Georgia. The story goes she took one look at me, smiled and said, "Savannah." It was the last thing she ever said.
At certain critical points in my life, I've often felt that she was still here with me or looking down and guiding me from afar. But she must not always have been watching because some purely awful shit has happened to me from time to time.
Growing up, I was never very close to my dad. A lot of people told me that he loved my mom something awful and he blamed me for her death in a lot of ways. She gave birth to my brother Justin just fine and he was bigger than I was at birth. In fact, I heard him arguing with my grandma before she passed that there had to be something evil in me to take her away from him.
So he pretty much left me alone. There was food on the table, but not much more. By the time I was ten, cooking, cleaning and keeping the house was my job. Fishing, drinking, gambling and spending the Government assistance check was Dad's.
I was always pretty small and boyish until I got to be about fourteen. Even then none of the boys in the neighborhood really ever looked at me because I didn't have any tits. I remember one Christmas just before my Granny passed, she bought me the prettiest white dress. I was supposed to wear it to church, but hey I was a teenaged girl, I was full of hormones and I was starting to think some of the boys in my school were interesting. So I cleaned myself up and put on the dress and marched around the neighborhood.
Then I sat out on our porch for a while posing and trying to look seductive like those models in the magazines.
Later on my brother came home with his best friend Billy. Billy was one of the boys I was interested in. Billy had dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I thought he was the most wonderful thing on the planet.
Billy started telling my brother about some boy who'd been walking around the neighborhood wearing a dress, like a girl.
My brother said that maybe it was a girl. Billy said from what he heard everyone was sure it was a boy because he didn't have any tits and it walked like a boy too. They thought it was probably one of them out of town he-she's.
I threw the dress in the back of my closet and never wore it again.
School for me was hit or miss. Sometimes I went, more often I didn't. I had friends there and some of them used to come by and visit me, but not having a lot of clothes or things like that kind of made me feel weird about going.
My daddy didn't care whether I went or not. I especially missed a lot of time in the spring. Once the weather got hot I just didn't feel like going. My best friend from the time I turned fifteen on was a girl named Jaime Sommers. Jaime gave me a lot of her old clothes. They were mostly things she'd outgrown because Jaime was a bigger girl.
I remember the year I turned sixteen. Jaime was making me go to school regularly because she said if we were ever going to get out of Mississippi, we'd have to go to college. She told me we had to go to school every day and get good grades. I could read and I was decent in math but to tell the truth I'd never really put forth any effort. Everything changed my sophomore year and not just with our grades.
The first day of school Jaime and I walked into the room and it was like everything just stopped. I realized that most of the boys in the class were staring at me. Charlie Wilkins, that bastard, ran over to talk to me.
"Hey Savannah," he said. He was smiling and I thought there was something wrong with his voice. I thought he was planning on playing one of their stupid pranks on me. I looked myself over. I'd taken a bath and I didn't smell, so it wasn't going to be one of their skunk-girl jokes. I was wearing a new outfit, well new for me. I was wearing a pair of high tight shorts and tennis shoes. Then I thought I'd seen the problem. It was hot out and I was wearing my blouse tied up under where my tits would be if I had any. Even at sixteen my breasts were barely swellings. One of my cousins was only twelve and she had bigger tits than I did.
"Okay Charlie, I'm not in the mood for any of your jokes about me not having any tits," I snapped.
"Who cares," he asked. "Can I sit next to you?" I was sure he was joking. By the end of the day Jaime had filled me in on what everyone was talking about. It seemed there was an argument going on about what was better, my legs or my ass. I was shocked. It took me until I was sixteen years old but I was popular in a way.
Our state was firmly in the bible belt so most of us were fairly innocent. There were some of both genders that were really wild. Being a nice girl I stayed away from the wild boys and the wild girls too.
My junior year at seventeen, I made the national honor society and there were pictures of me in a lot of the lockers around school. At seventeen, I'd never had a boyfriend and had never kissed anyone. I seriously mean anyone. My father still hadn't noticed me yet. My brother, who was older, had dropped out of school at sixteen. My brother came home one night asking me why all of his friend's little brothers had pictures of me. I just shrugged my shoulders. "They say you're a tease," he said.
Later that evening he, "accidentally," came into the bathroom just as I was stepping out of the shower. I shrieked and tried to grab a towel. He was faster and grabbed the only towel off the rack. I put my arm across my chest and tried to cover my pussy with my hand while screaming for him to get out. I turned and tried to pull the shower curtain around me and my brother went stiff in more ways than one.
"Oh my God," he said. Modesty be damned I just reached out and pushed him out of the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Later on, after I made dinner, he spoke to me. "Savannah, when did you get like that?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know?" he said making gestures with his hands.
"God damn it, if you weren't my sister..." he shook his head. "Savannah, what I did earlier was wrong. But I really can't say that I'm sorry I did it. I drink a lot little sister, so if you ever see me drinking make sure you lock your door." His warning was prophetic but slightly off target.
It must have been about a month later that my life got really interesting. My brother had driven up to Tennessee with some friends of his. My dad had gotten thrown out of the bar he was gambling in for fighting. He and a couple of his drunken friends had come to our house. I'd taken to always wearing pants or long skirts when my brother was home but since dad never noticed me and barely ever spoke to me unless there was no food ready when he came in, I had on a pair of shorts because it was hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.
When they came in I made myself scarce until my dad called me and asked me where his damned dinner was. I went out and made him a plate. He didn't say anything about feeding his friends so I only made the one plate. As I sat it in front of him the entire room went quiet. The rest of the evening all I heard was them mumbling in low tones. Once later on I did hear my dad saying I owed him for taking his wife away from him.
After they left he came into my room while I was half asleep. He turned on the light and pulled the covers off of me.
"What did you do to get them legs like that?" he asked. "You ain't got no tits but for a skinny little girl you got a really nice booty."
I pulled the covers back and told him I needed to get to sleep.
"You don't even know what you got, or what to do with it," he sneered. He was so drunk he could barely stand up let alone get anything up. "You will soon," he said.
At seventeen I was a virgin but I wasn't stupid. I knew all about sex and what was supposed to happen. I also masturbated occasionally. I had kissed a couple of boys including Charlie Wilkins once or twice, but that was it.
Soon was two days later. He was slightly drunk and he burst into my room. "I need you tonight, baby," he said. "I lost a lot of our money so I don't have enough to pay for a whore and buy food."
He started taking off his pants right in front of me. I stood up and kneed him where it would do the most good and he glared at me and dragged himself out of my room. I couldn't wait for my brother to get home and tell me what to do.
For the next few days dad and I avoided each other. After a few days, things began to thaw and he apologized. He blamed it on the liquor but from the way he was looking at me, I wasn't sure. I did notice thought that for the first time in my life my father began to take an interest in me. He started spending more time around home and less of it drunk. I did like that but, unfortunately, he also spent a lot of time staring at me which made me feel creepy.
I tried to make sure that whenever he and his friends were around, I wasn't. I'd often walk in, politely say my hellos and retreat to my locked bedroom. Around that time I also found out that my brother wouldn't be returning home. His trip to Tennessee had been to try to buy and bring back moonshine to sell in Mississippi. I just didn't understand it. They had enough guys in our own neighborhood making moonshine. Why go all the way to Tennessee? Anyway they'd gotten caught and were now in jail for who knows how long.
My need to be out of the house was what led to me going to Charlie's party with Jaime and Earl. Jaime and Earl had been going steady for about a year by then. They'd made plans to go to college together and never return to Mississippi. I envied them that they'd found each other. They were perfect for each other.
Jaime was really pretty, prettier than I am in fact, but she's a bigger girl. She's not fat, just big boned, with a lot of big meat wrapped around it. Earl on the other hand doesn't mind a big girl in general, but is an absolute fool for titties and each of Jaime's tits were bigger than my head.
When we got to the party, Jaime and Earl found themselves a couch to make out on. I was very glad that there were people all over Charlie's basement. I'd walked in on Earl and Jaime fucking too often as it was. I still couldn't get over it. The change in Jaime from one year to the next was amazing. At seventeen years old she and I were two young virgins united. By eighteen, all I heard from her was how much she craved sex.
As soon as I walked away from Jaime and Earl, Charlie started sniffing around me as usual. Charlie and I had kissed a few times more out of curiosity than anything else on my part, but I was sure he saw it different. He was always trying to tell me about what he wanted to do when we graduated. He had plans of going into the fishing business in Louisiana like his uncle did and living on a houseboat.
Charlie and I danced a couple of dances together and I had to stop because his hands kept getting lower and lower. He'd start a dance with his hands on my waist and by the time it was over they'd be practically cupping my ass and he'd be smiling at every guy in the place and nodding his head.
I think he was trying to make them think that he was getting something. And this probably sounds bad but I didn't mind them thinking it because it meant that the rest of them would leave me alone.