Chapter 32: A Visit to Kennedy Tobacco

Recap: Paloma and I are in Emporia, Virginia, at ‘Kennedy Tobacco’ for our first visit. Mason Leavy is the manager. His secretary and right-hand woman is his mother, Róise. I saw that his mother had my father’s patented body changes.

Ox showed me a short video image of Róise and another woman bathing. Róise had Dad’s patented tit modifications.

Because of Mason’s position, the Heillizdt had just returned from putting Mason through the concubine process.

Mason asked, “Was there a reason my mother was made a concubine?’ I said, “Since You asked, I will tell you. Your father broke your mother’s arm. My father fixed it that day. To fix it properly, he had the Heillizdt collect her so they could repair the arm right away.”

“Because she was taken to the alien ship, they quickly repaired it. She also needed to be made a concubine to keep the Heillizdt’s existence a secret. It was mostly so your mother can’t talk about the ship or the yellow people.”

He said, “Did you say my father broke my mother’s arm?”

I replied, “Sadly, Yes.”

He said, “Is he still alive?”

I said, “He’s in France.”

He said, “But he doesn’t speak French.”

I said, “Your father is in Normandy. They are mostly bilingual there; it is just across the straits from England.”

I continued, “In Paris, he would have been totally screwed. He’ll be OK in Normandy, but he’s paying for his crime. He has been banished there by my father. He does not put up with men who hurt women. Your father is very lucky to be alive.”

Mason said, “So, it finally caught up with him. He’s always been too aggressive when it came to women. He was often rude or downright mean to many of them. He did not treat our employees all that well, either.”

Ox butted in mentally, “What he’s referring to is the local American male habit of asshole-iness. They intrinsically treat women badly. When men are assholes to women here, other men usually ignore it, or at minimum, they tolerate it.”

Ox said, “They see it as that man’s personal or private business. Sticking your nose in someone else business often results in an honor challenge. That usually ends in a fight to the death.”

I said to Mason, “At least the mystery about your father is over for you. My father would never put up with something like that.

Mason Leavy said, “Over rudeness to women?”

I said, “Breaking your mother’s arm and his continued abuse is not rudeness. Where we come from in Spanish Florida, good women are more treasured and cared for than here. We consider them the fairer sex. Being physically weaker, we consider it a need for men to protect women from great harm.”

“Your father causes women harm!” I said, “I don’t know what sparked the argument between your parents. If he even implied he was overly rude to women, my Dad would have had him closely watched night and day.”

To change the subject, I said, “Mason, think to yourself:”

’AI - show me, my mother.’

A PC appeared on his desk.

After a moment, he said, “Holy crap. I am seeing her in her office pretending to type on the typewriter.’ I said, “Pretending?”

Mason said, “Ha ha, yes, she can’t type for shit. AI, show me my wife Grace.”

The PC changed to show a woman napping with two children.

Mason said, “I could look at that all day.’ I said, “She is a pretty woman.”

He said, “Hey, I just realized she’s been changed too. The small mole on her left cheek is gone, and she looks younger. I had not noticed it before.”

I said, “Don’t worry; your wife is not a concubine. She probably got healed from a kiss from your Mom or from the children. Your Mom probably kissed her grandchildren at some time. The healing can be passed on by any kissing of the lips. You already had it, too.”

“Ha-ha, you must not look in the mirror much. You and the children have obviously been improved. You will live longer, healthier lives.”

“Get to know your AI. It will assist you.”

I changed the subject again, and we discussed the differences here at Kennedy. It was similar to how Cooper-Howard runs. They use three tobacco barns for curing. One large one for storage and two others for flue curing and smoking. The difference was that smokeless tobacco is generally wetter than pipe tobacco. That, and more exotic flavorings are used here.

Mason took me for a quick tour of all his facilities. While outside, I enjoyed one of my pipes. This time, I smoked a pipe made in the Canadian style.

The Canadian style pipe is made from briar with a long shank and tall, wide bowl. I used the tobacco from my never-ending pouch and my Nimrod pipe lighter. This pipe is nice because it smokes much cooler.

Kennedy used three different processes for making tobacco. Because of this, it has three smaller buildings where the processing and packaging happen.

1. One building is dedicated to dipping tobacco.

2. One building is for snuff.

3. One building is for chewing tobacco and plug. Plug is chewing tobacco that has been forced into a small brick shape.

They each use different processes and additives. They are also packaged differently by necessity. This was, in effect, like three different mini-factories on the same factory lot.

One big difference is they source a lot of tobacco from the west. They use a lot of what’s called the “Kentucky Strain,” which is a different tobacco altogether. For this reason, Kennedy has fewer farms and sharecroppers supplying tobacco locally.

Much of the Kentucky tobacco is brought in by natives. Kentucky tobacco costs more because the natives demand more money for it. It’s labor-intensive to grow. Delivery is tedious; it must travel over local game trails from where it’s grown. It comes from hundreds of miles to the west so it is back-packed in over rough terrain. Kentucky tobacco does not grow in Virginia.

’Dipping tobacco’ is a finely ground or shredded and moistened smokeless tobacco product. It goes between the lower lips and gums. It is similar to chewing tobacco but much stronger.

’Snuff’ is a type of smokeless tobacco made from finely ground, and it is somewhat pulverized. It’s intended for use in the nose. A small pinch is sniffed up into the nostrils. Snuff tins are often small because it’s very potent and a small pinch is all it takes.

’Chewing tobacco, ’ otherwise known as ‘spitting tobacco,’ is cut large. It is much like the first stage of pipe tobacco. It’s a damp, loose-leaf product that goes into a resealable pouch. The tobacco can be small or medium cur. There are different recipes for curing and mixing the various chewing tobacco products.

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This was obviously a complex factory to manage. There are several different product types handled in a multitude of ways. Kennedy has few employees, and the experience level required of his employees is generally high. Most employees consider themselves permanent lifetime employees. Pay here is high because Mason cannot afford to lose experienced people.

Mason, Paloma, and I returned to his office.

We talked for a bit and I told him to use email if he needed something.

I said, “Just say one of our names and start thinking what you want to say to us. Your AI would handle it from there.”

I continued, “You need to come up with a name for your AI.”

I said, “They are like a person and are there to help you.”

Mason said, “That was all explained by the Heillizdt. They taught me how to use the PC, too.”

We said our goodbyes, and we ported from Mason’s office to my den.

I said, “Ox, Where is Gloria Gálvez?”

He said, “She is in her office talking to Lilly O’Leary. I already have a convenient portal installed in Gloria’s office.”

I asked, “Is this to be a long meeting?”

Ox said, “It looks like it. Oops, suddenly, poor Lilly needs to run to the outhouse.”

I said, “Shame on you for doing that to her.”

He snickered, “She just needs to fart. There is no harm. It will keep her away a couple minutes.”

I ported in, took a startled Gloria in my arms, and kissed her. I sat her down, and Gigziks came through with another Heillizdt, and they departed. A few seconds later, Gloria was back.

I sent, “Paloma, Gloria is ready for you.”

Paloma came through, and the sisters hugged and started yapping.

Mission accomplished. They were lost in their own world. I went back home.

I visited Johana in the kitchen. It was well past tea time, so I was scrounging for something to eat. She showed me her new refrigerator. I had to hug her from behind and fondle her fine, bodacious ta-ta’s. I twisted her nipples gently long enough for her to have a small, squirmy cum.

Her new refrigerator looked like a very large cabinet door. It opened to reveal a cold refrigerator and freezer inside. She made me a roast goat sandwich and poured me a recent squeeze of apple cider. Virginia is the cider capital of New England, or so Virginians like to tell you. Pennsylvanians and New Yorkers might like to disagree. All of New England has great cider.

It took me a while to get used to the meat here. The big three are sheep, goat, and pork, with heavy on the pork and sheep. I never developed much of a taste for pork except for bacon and sausage. I have a real dislike for sheep or lamb. That leaves mainly goat, chicken, and rabbit.