He never came back, nor did I ever have any more problems with poachers." "I started calling the doe Alma. She kept the fawns close all summer. Their ...pots faded and were gone as the summer wore on. I never saw them the next year or any year after. Alma always was there, but she was alone, never presenting any more fawns to my sight." "Five years later I met your mother. We quickly courted, then wed, started our family. The time for me to grow up had come, time for me to have a wife, a home,. “Don’ think so. There she is.”I looked where he pointed and saw a slight girl in a plain dress with a wooden yoke on her shoulders. A bucket dangled from each end. She wore rough boots, pull-ups, and her hair was a tangled mess.“Chessie,” the man called, and she turned and came toward us, her face blank. The yoke had been fitted with a leather strap which was wound about her neck and buckled just under her chin. I had never seen the like.“This here man’s come to see your ma. She holding up?”The. After a while, she slipped off her panties and used them to blow her nose and wipe tears.I’d also seen her walk, from the barn to the house, after something like fifteen good hard whacks. I realized that she had trouble sitting for a while and, made up my mind that I wanted to avoid being paddled at any cost!My turn came when my father heard a rumor about me. Someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut and I bore the welts from that.The story he was told was that, I was picked up by two older boys. At least it didn’t fly into several pieces JD thought, lifting his head only barely to inspect the damage. The sun blared in the South facing window but it was decidedly to early for anyone to be calling. Or was it? JD sighed heavily into his pillow before pushing himself upright. The large open concept beach house started to come into focus. In the kitchen, making some sort of breakfast symphony was a dark haired brunette bombshell, huge natural tits under a long t-shirt; but not so long that.