The door opened. I whirled, my face flushed, my pussy on fire. Clint sat down in the chair. Vicky darted to her daughter's bed, grabbing Melody's righ... hand, sticky with the pregnant girl's juices.“Melody,” Dr. Bernice Wilson said, staring at her chart as she walked in. I licked my lips, tasted something salty.I gathered it before she looked up.“So...you're pregnant at nineteen.”“Yep,” Melody said, sounding proud.“Okay,” the doctor said, no judgment in her tone. “And it's been eight weeks since. Now excuse me while I go pee. Then we’ve got a store to open, you know, the family business.” “Well, there’s the family business and then there’s business within the family,” she said, wagging her butt. He grinned and then disappeared down the hall. The Moss Point General Store wasn’t much larger than the average convenience store. But it managed to carry fresh meat and produce plus some hardware, gardening supplies, feed and seed, and an assortment of dry goods. They also sold ammo in addition. I am a large woman, unsightly to some, erotic to many, but I was no simple lay for a nickel. I learned. A few of the men knew strange practices. Most put their dicks in my hole and spilled their seed in less than a minute. I talked to other whores. I experimented. Sometimes my pa beat me for driving a customer away. As often, my victim paid twice in one night, begging Father let them buy me again. On the night before Father was recruited, I earned nearly one hundred dollars. It was my farewell. About the carrots, we are both rapidly approaching middle age now. We have a son that is eighteen going on thirty-five. My first complete physical exam was two weeks ago. Some of my numbers were not to the liking of that woman and she has been pestering me about my diet since.I am a meat and potatoes man but she keeps putting vegetables on my plate.I keep leaving them on the plate.The worst things are the carrots. Every blessed salted snack in house has disappeared, replaced by carrot sticks.I.