.. east Kentucky hill folk, in Child Protective Services, living with her Uncle, cursed with unusual siblings, the daughter of a drunk Baptist preache..., short and still in high school. Jo is poor, flat-chested, and broken.She is broken due to two reasons. The nose is from a double strike with the butt of a gun.Jo can not look down her nose at anyone.Jo spent a year and a half in a full body cast due to an altercation with her horse and her brother. He wanted to "see some action" and waved his. She reached for her magic, but was blocked. Somehow her powers were damped."The hour of your destiny has arrived, my dear," said the old man in a very cultured voice. It was surprisingly powerful for someone who looked like he was in his eighties. "You have been chosen to fulfill a great destiny." What do you mean?" she backed away. Her active powers may be temporarily on hold but she felt the old man was an incredibly powerful magician."You deserve an explanation. For a long time I have been. .She came hard, but bit down on her lips to keep quiet. She had learned over the last fortnight to be quiet, clenching her fists, biting her lip, tensing up, letting out the screams in a low deep moan. It hurt not to scream, to let it all out. But she couldn’t give her boys any kind of impression that she was a sexual being. She got ready slowly. Clinging black dress, low cut, thin shoulder straps. Dabs of perfume on her neck, the tops of her tits, her wrists, her tummy. Stockings, suspenders,. However, we loved spending the night with her and Greg, who wasn’t as ebullient as Joyce, but who was also a kind person. One weekend, when I was about thirteen, I spent the night with Aunt Joyce and Uncle Greg. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up, needing to use the bathroom, and went down the hall, which took me by my aunt’s bedroom. As I passed by her door, I heard noises that I had only ever heard in my imagination…a bed creaking and a woman moaning and saying, “Fuck me…fuck.