Dumas, Arkansas should have been called, "Dumb Ass." The entire county was populated with men who never thought of the necessary things to please their wives, and they richly deserved to be known as "Red Neck Assholes." This was a cult thing, in that the highlights of their day was drinking moonshine, and following some coon hounds into a swamp, after dark, with the idea of treeing a coon, but not to shoot it. They like their fathers and grandfathers before them had eight grade educations, and most could not read. The average family income was $ 13,876.00. If you liked ten-year-old pick up trucks, you would feel like you were in Heaven in Dumas.

The woman of Dumas, and the surrounding county were another thing all together. Being confined to their homes because of lack of money, they were glued to their televisions. Some had scraped up enough money to buy a computer and get on-line. Curiosity and frustration led them to search for any way to improve their lot.

The one social club in the area that you could belong to for free was the Dumas Garden and Social club. Every woman in the county belonged. Its highlight was the "Pot Luck" lunches that went on twice a week. These were held in the School gym, and as many as three hundred woman would be there.

Little by little, the drinking of "Moonshine" became a custom at these events. For those that have never tried "Moonshine", it is enough to say that if you drink two ounces, don't plan on driving for two hours. The woman became rowdy as their complains of lack of attention or excitement grew.

Sadie Bakerman, proud owner of a computer and a head strong married lady of twenty four, stood swaying from too much to drink and said; "If you gals have any moxie, real guts, I have a plan to change how our men treat us." No one could hear as 287 women told her that they had enough and would do what ever was necessary to change things. Everyone was sworn to secrecy, the doors were guarded, and the plan was laid out for them.

THE PLAN: Sadie had two brothers that lived in a nearby county. She had discussed the problem with them. Their question to her was, "What do you want, and how can we help?" They were some of the biggest, toughest, and most looked up to men in the area. Their buddy was "Bubba Dorfhofen" the guy that won the tough man contest this year. If they and Bubba wore pink shirts that would become the in thing. Anything they said would became the in thing. What Sadie was going to have them say, if the ladies approved, was that for a man to be in charge of his household, he should be able to require that his wife give sex to anyone he told her to. If a woman would not do that, she was not trained right.

Bertha Jones stood up and said; " you mean if my Red tells me to fuck his brother Denny that I am to do it?' Sadie, "Yes." Bertha could be heard saying as she sat down, "Well, good, I'm fucking him anyway." The plan was set in motion.

Friday night thirty-five Rednecks stopped for some "shine" after the first coon was run to ground. Sadie's brother said to Bubba, "Bubba, you son of a bitch, I been a hankering on a asking you what y'all are doing to your woman that makes her obey you like she sure does?" Bubba's reply; " taint no secret, sure enough. I give her lessons by requiring that she suck and fuck me when and where I want. But the big thang is she knows God damn well that she is ta fuck or suck any of my men friends when I tell her to."

Well, there were a lot of voices raised as to just what he was a talking about. Bubba summed it all up by saying, "Boys, is it her twat, or is it yours?" If its yourin, then remind that woman that you will have her use it any way y'all want." "I'll tell y'all this, if you want to stop at my house. I'll let a couple of you fuck my Jane, while the others watch" That was exactly what they did. His Jane was told what was going down by Sadie and was ready.