The wedding was small and short. Jenny sang a couple of songs and played a violin solo. The preacher did not have a lot to say.The reception was in th... town Community Center. The local wives and girlfriends had prepared lots of nice turkey, ham, pork, potato salad and potato chips. After the food was eaten and the tables and chairs put away, everybody went upstairs for the dance. Some of the older people refused to get up. Lots of the kids had a great time with the "Chicken Dance," the Hokey. They’s just not whut folks would call purty. Ther’s an ole guy sayin that all pussies feel alike in the dark. Well, that ain’t true. Ah’ve had me some of that fancy city pussy, all shaved and dressed up with makeup and jewelry and piercings, but it ain’t the best, lemme tell you.My wimmen don’t put on no airs. They just honestly likes a man enjoyin their body whilst they’s enjoyin his.My Ma wuz my first pussy. She didn’t have looks to get guys attention so she got a personality that made em. Suddenly, I realized we were not alone. People were gathering around us and started laughing after I got up from my chair. My mind was blanking out the presence of the other party guests, right after Sarah got down on her knees. I felt embarrassed. The tension in my body was gone in an instant, after I could see several cell-phones directed at me or Sarah, to record what would happen next. Everybody was hoping for a fight, nerdy student vs bodybuilder, but it seemed like nobody was betting on. It also occurred to me that a lot of the local farmers had a tough time with the wild hogs, and I might be able to get them to pay me to thin out the hog population. If nothing else, I could swap my time killing hogs for permission to hunt on their land and to keep whatever I killed. Hey, maybe that last idea was the best one, because few families had cash money that they could afford to use to pay me to kill hogs. Yes, I definitely was going to have to look into that.I mentioned my ideas to.