In the west, especially among ranchers, kids were commonly farmed out as labor for starvation wages and no wages at all. It was common for a ranch experienced kid to spend nearly as much time growing up with neighbors as it was living at home. Kids were considered free labor. It was simply the way of growing up. It was not common for this to happen to a farm work naive private religious schooled city kid unpinned from any real farm experience or worldly raw life.
An awakening, after hiding from fame I find a need to return as the Lover of Goddesses. Once known for an almost supernatural livestock sexual prowess on two legs, and as the Safe Sex solution to fucking frustration, I once again needed to demonstrate what I could do for Humanity.
I had managed to muster out of the Army in Europe, European discharge. One signature left and I would be a civilian. Just 100 miles to travel for that, be there on time. I wanted to escape without a required haircut. "Kristina and Ana are at the snack bar looking for you!" "What?" "Yeah. They are here." "I gotta get out of here!" "What? Are you kidding? Kristina said to tell you she has a new night gown to show you." "Oh JESUS!"
She grew up on a cattle ranch not among her own, orphaned from her world. A baby with funny ears meant no challenge for the ranch owners who were used to all strains - four legs or two. But she grew up in short order, worked her way into their hearts and managed to carry her own weight with the work and then some.
The subject of breast feeding came up as my new customer stood attentively by at the furnace while I worked. Having child birthing classes and related subject matter I jumped right into the conversation while up to my elbows in the stinky oil burner. That didn't seem to affect her whatsoever. The subject was breast feeding. We'd struck some kind of accord as kindred spirits. As usual I was just naive but it seemed perfectly fine to me. I was impressed with her honesty. (Based on True Story)
The Warsaw Pact invasion of Czechoslovakia, 1968, I arrived and found myself nearly alone in Hitler's huge S.S. headquarters compound in Nuremburg Germany. Now occupied by U.S. forces they had saddled up their tanks to head for the border to guard against an invasion by the Russian tank army. A draftee, a mere private, I bunked in a large empty building formerly occupied by S.S. commandos. But I had female company.
She was the girl who I swore went to grade school with me. She arrived mid year in the class room as the teacher, our favorite nun, seventh grade, introduced her. She seemed extremely shy and something of distrustful. A totally new school environment - she never spoke to anyone. I used to think about her and wonder why someone alluringly attractive seemed so distant. She is the one who haunted me the most throughout the years.
1965: Needing a job in Hawaii, being a haole from the mainland just arrived, dreaming of life in Paradise, a shy virgin nerd from the Pacific Northwest, I was out of my league being immersed in lusty tawdry old Honolulu walking distance from Waikiki. I would assume a very dirty job as a used car lot boy while attending private college run by the Catholics and visiting real life rubbing shoulders with the comings and goings of prostitutes frequenting my place of work.
The sudden appearance of Rose watching my client being serviced at the spa. The disruption almost ends the appointment. My assistant, helping with the procedure massages my balls while holding up the notepad, reading, parsing the data and tracking orgasms, averaging the quality for personal best, electronically. I have to get control of the situation as I am compelled to know more about our new arrival.
A VERY LONG TALE, but broken into short transitions, probing the mechanics of quantum effects explaining the entanglement of human life not commonly aware to most. This is the answer, which brings with it a path to realization not stumbled on in the past, plus a lucky stroke, no pun intended. (Images in story)
