Chapter 1

I am Buddy Hackett I grew up in a small town in south Mississippi far from the big cities, that knew all about life. I grew up with a daddy that loved me and taught me how to love my fellow man. He told me that a real man was far better than an idiot.

He taught me that the idiot was a man like Jay Trip. He was the guy who ran around town talking about the niggers, and chinks. He was the one who was responsible for putting the sign under the city limit sign that said Chinks and Niggers don't let sundown catch you here.

I grew up with a quick lesson on what work was all about at the ripe old age of seven. That was when my daddy took me down to the cotton field with the family of black folks that I already knew. Theody Harris was a year older than me. His daddy and mother was Isaac and Anna Belle Harris. They grew up with daddy on the same farm that was handed down to daddy. Isaac worked for my father on a 40% for him and 60% for my daddy bases.

This was because my daddy owned the tractors and animals that they used for the farm and logging. Yes my daddy was also a logger for a sawmill.

Back to the cotton field lesson. Daddy said, "Son this is how I want you to hoe the grass and thin the cotton so it will produce the most cotton."

"Son I want you to keep up with Theody and his family. I am going to start plowing on the tractor over in the other field," said daddy and handed me the hoe.

I watched him get on his horse and leave. It was very humid that morning. The rows of cotton were about ¼ mile long. I said to myself, "Self I am not going to work my ass off in this heat." After about 200 feet I was leaning on my hoe watching Theody and his family get father and father in front of me. That was when the hand grabbed the bib of my overalls and lifted me off my feet. I looked at my daddy, he was undoing his belt.

Now we did not go to the same schools this was when blacks were not good enough to go to school with us white folks. They had their school outside of town off the highway. I was told that was so white women in town did not have to see them. This also meant when they were riding down the highway too I guess.

That changed when I was sixteen when the federal marshals came in and had us all going to the same school. The black school became the school for grades 1-8 and the white school became 9-12.

Now I did not have a brother or sister, But Theody had a sister named, Yolanda. She was two years older than us. Theody and his sister were always bickering. I joined Theody's side of course, that is until I was about thirteen.

I turned fourteen in December when I got the wondering eye syndrome. I would go to school all week and see how many colors of panties I could see in one school day. Then when class was over I would look at the asses wiggling down the hall. Needless to say that was when I started to grow in more ways than one.

I was by then a full pledged worker on the farm. When spring arrived and we started hoeing cotton I found a new ass. It was no less than Yolanda's. I was hard from one end of the row to the next. I made sure I was on the right side of Yolanda so I could get the best view. She began to wear those Ellie May shorts.

After we got the cotton laid by that summer we started with the hay. We usually had around 3,000 bails. This took the whole month of July. When I was 6 I would drive the tractor while they loaded the wagon. This year at 14 I was 5 feet 11 and ¾ inches. Theody was 6 feet. We loaded the hay and Yolanda drove the tractor. Now Yolanda and I never talked, much more than say hi.

Starting in August daddy took, Mr. Harris and Theody to help him haul logs to the sawmill. He made me stay and feed the hogs, and milk the two cows that provided milk for us all. The barn was half way between the houses. I would milk one cow and take the milk over to Mrs. Anna Belle.

Two days into this Mrs. Anna Belle said, "Lands sake child, you don't need to bring that over here every morning. What time do you milk? I will send Yolanda up to pick it up."

"I usually do it about 7 before it gets too hot."

"I will send Yolanda up there to help you. That is the least we can do for the free milk."

Now Yolanda was only 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighted 105 she was 16 and would challenge a double bricked shit house for which had the most solid body.

"I was milking old Molly one of the cows the next morning when I heard, "Good morning Buddy."

Now I never had a real problem talking to girls until that morning. I am not sure if it was her cock hardening sexy voice or her Breast sticking between the planks of the stable. It must have only been a few seconds but it seemed like hours before I was able to get out, "Hi, Yolanda, good to see you."