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Mar 6, 2021 23:44:29 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Mar 6, 2021 23:44:29 GMT -5
There was once a very lonely farm girl named Tonya. She
lived all alone except for her father, the sheep they raised,
and three dogs. All week long Tonya toiled long hours
cooking, cleaning, feeding the sheep, and performing a
hundred more equally tiresome and mundane tasks. Her
father was basically a good man but much to busy making
a living to pay any significant attention to his beautiful
daughter. However, Sundays were very special days to
Tonya. No, she didn't go to church because her father
was an atheist you see. However, her neighbors the
Proxmerys were very religious.
Every Sunday, weather permitting, Tonya would sit out on
the front porch and watch the Proxmerys walk down the
dusty road on their way to the little country church that
was less than two miles away. She didn't really know
exactly why they choose to walk because they owned a
carriage. She supposed that was just the Proxmery's
traditional way of going to church; they were a family
that believed a helluva lot in tradition. That was one thing
she did know about them. Regardless, she sat there
every Sunday morning because she wanted to see the
handsomest boy that ever lived...Tom Proxmery.
Unless it was especially cold with snow on the ground
or raining, every Sunday about 9:30 AM here they would
come. Tom always walked way out front, being a bit
proud and full of youthful vigor. He always looked real
fine dressed up in his black suit and pants with his clean
white shirt and gray bowtie. Tonya would wave at the
boy and call out, "hello Tom, you look very nice today,
all fancied up in your Sunday best." Tom wouldn't say
anything but he did give the pretty girl a shy little salute
and then glance back nervously to see if his stern old
parents were watching because they usually were.
Tonya would watch the boy until he was entirely out of
sight. Then she'd wait patiently for hours until young
Tom and his parents returned home...walking from the
opposite direction of course. That night Tonya would
dream about the handsome boy in his black suit, with
his neat blond hair and cute little bowtie. She had always
ignored the disapproving way Mr and Mrs Proxmery would
stare at her. Someone told her that Tom was supposed
to marry the preacher's daughter Lucinda as soon as the
preacher found a new houskeeper and didn't need his
girl around to cook and clean for him anymore. Tonya
was more than thankful the preacher spent most of his
pay on sharp looking clothes instead of the housekeeper
he needed.
Tonya knew she was beautiful. Before going to bed she
would always carefully comb her long, flaming red hair in
front of the mirror. Sometimes she would open the front
of her gown and admire her incredibly fine, plump breasts
and wonder if Tom would like them. She was fairly certain
that he would. Things had gotten to the point that she
could hardly think of anything but Tom Proxmery.
However, it all seemed so hopeless because his parents
watched him like two hawks. Furthermore, it was plain
to see that they thought she was just pure dirt because
her father liked to drink and never went to church and
most likely never would, excepting possibly to attend his
own funeral.
Despite all that the girl often prayed that someday she
and Tom would finally get together. The question that
perplexed her was how? It was a maddening situation to
the poor and lonely, but lovely lass. There were many
days when she reckoned that she was like a ripe tomato
that no one would ever notice and pluck from the vine.
Everything changes eventually though and events began
to fall into place one long hot weekend when Tonya's
Pa decided to take off to do some gambling and meet up
with some fancy ladies. He often did this shortly after
making a big sale of mutton or wool. He had come home
on this particular occasion with a big smile on his face
and a fresh bottle of shine tucked in his overalls. He
informed his daughter that he was off to Memphis for a
few days. He gave Tonya a rare hug before jumping on
his old horse and getting good and gone. He'd been in
such an all fired hurry that he forgot the bottle. It didn't
matter, he could pick up another one at Earl Long's place,
just another mile or two past the church house. At least
that was what Tonya guessed he was thinking.
Sunday morning rolled around and Tonya got busy fixing
herself up for her little vigil on the front porch. For some
reason, right after breakfast, the girl got curious and
decided to sample a little bit of the 'shine her Pa had left
behind. It seemed like an interesting enough way to pass
the time until Tom came walking down the road on his
way to services. Well, poor Tonya really hadn't had a lot
of experience with hard liquor and perhaps that partially
explains the events that unfolded that fateful morning.
Tom came strolling down the country road looking spendid
as always. Tonya had no idea what came over her all of
a sudden but she leaped up off the porch and ran out to
say hello to the boy all close up and personal like. In fact
she ran out there and threw her arms around Tom's neck
and gave him a big ole wet kiss right on the mouth. The
boy was a bit startled of course but he liked the way her
tongue felt half way down his throat like it was, and the
way her large breasts were crushed against his lean, hard
body wasn't such a bad thing either. They stood there
making out, entirely lost in their own sensual little world.
"Git away from my boy Tom you sheep grown' slut!" Mrs.
Proxmery was yellin' to beat all and whacking Tonya with
her fan. Mr. Proxmery pulled Tonya off the boy and shoved
the sweet girl down in the dirt of the road. Tonya sat there
crying her little eyes out as the three Proxmerys tramped
away, the parents tugging on the son and shooting daggers
at the sad girl with their eyes. At last the poor girl got up
and dusted herself off. Then she proceeded to snatch up
her Pa's bottle and get dead drunk. She was so drunk that
she even forgot to sit out on the porch and wait for Tom
to return from church. That proves just how drunk she
was.
The very next Sunday Tonya was back out on the porch
looking prettier than ever. She was hurting inside and
terribly lonely. Pa had sent a postcard telling her he was
"delayed" for a few more days and that she was not to
worry about him. Truthfully, she wasn't the least little bit
concerned about her father, only ashamed about getting
to drunk and a little mad at the way Tom had let his stuffy
old parents treat her. None of that changed the fact that
she still loved him, only more than ever since she'd finally
had a taste of his sweet lips.
So there she sat. Finally the time was right and the three
Proxmerys came marching down the road. Tom walked
in front as always but the older Proxmerys seemed to be
attempting to stick closer behind him than usual. Tonya
choked back a tear and called out, "hello Tom, you look
real nice today in your suit...and I'm really awfully ashamed
and truly sorry about last Sunday." Tom stopped dead
still in the road for a moment as if he was about to turn
around and head back home. He glanced at his parents
and then fixed his gaze on Tonya. The he went running
right up to the porch where he took the beautiful girl into
his arms and commenced to kissing her with a passion
that only youth can provide. He smothered her lips, face,
and neck with hot kisses before reaching inside her
blouse to squeeze one of her heaving breasts. Her nipples
were erect and he leaned down to kiss them too. Just
then the elder Proxmerys raced onto the porch.
"I thought I done told you to stay away from my boy you
little whore!" Mr Proxmery was shouting with all his might
as his wife stood right behind, frantically flapping her arms
about with her face flushed blood red with outrage. She
wasted little time before berating Tonya most severely,
"You nasty slut, git your filthy hands off our boy! Trash
like you sitting out here every Sunday poking your tits
out at him the way you do...I'll give you a good whuppin'
you nasty red haired tramp!"
The oddest expression came over Tom's face. He put
his hand in his coat pocket and pulled out a little pistol.
"What in hell are you doing with my gun boy?" Mr Proxmery
demanded. "I'm fixin' to get rid of a lot of hard luck I
reckon," Tom replied. Then he raised the little pistol and
shot his Pa right in the face. His Ma screamed like a
banshee and turned to run but Tom shot her right in the
back. She staggered a few steps, her arms fluttering like
a chicken with no head. Then she dropped dead right in
the middle of a big mud hole, and ruined her new chruch
going dress that she'd only bought two days before. What
a shame Tonya thought, it would have been perfect for her
burial. "Oh Tom, you killed them for me," she said, fairly
breathless from all the excitement.
The boy retained that same odd expression, "mostly I
killed them for myself. They weren't my real parents no
how. My real mom had me in a whorehouse. When I was
seven the Proxmerys basically bought me so they could
have the luxury of a cheap farm hand. They worked the
holy shit out of me ever since. I've been planning on
running away for a long time. The only thing that stopped
me was seeing you every Sunday. So I reckon just going
ahead and killing them made the most sense. I owed it
to them after all the times they damned near beat me to
death for no good reason."
Tonya fetched Pa's wheelbarrow and the couple dragged the
bodies a ways off before rolling them down a ravine and
into a thick briar thicket. "They'll keep just fine down
there," Tom said. "I reckon its to hot and they ain't hardly
worth the trouble of digging two graves. Besides, I got
more important things on my mind right now."
Then the young couple walked back to the house hand in
hand. They spent all day and night doing what young
couples do when they're in heat real bad. The next day
was passed doing more of the same. A few sips from Pa's
'shine didn't much hurt the mood either. Unfortunately
a semi retarded fellow named Wilbur was out picking black
berries and found the dead Proxmerys. He told the law
and they came and took Tom away.
Tom admitted to the killings and got himself hung a few
weeks later on the fourth of July. The county thought it
was a good idea to hang him at that time because they
had a big fish fry planned for later in the afternoon and a
fireworks display was scheduled that night. It just made
sense to hold as many big events as possible on such a
special day. Tonya stayed home and cried her eyes out.
However, pretty much everyone else had a fine time.
Pa did his best to comfort his daughter. He bought her
the first store bought dress she'd ever had and even got
her the first new pair of shoes she'd had since turning
thirteen. Pa also thought it might help the girl's dark mood
if he presented her with her first very own bottle of 'shine.
Of course he made her promise to share a swig or two
with him. Tonya finally calmed down a little bit and Pa
left her with these words of wisdom, "always remember
darling; liquor, lovin', and guns don't never mix paticularly
right...especially in these parts on a Sunday."
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lived all alone except for her father, the sheep they raised,
and three dogs. All week long Tonya toiled long hours
cooking, cleaning, feeding the sheep, and performing a
hundred more equally tiresome and mundane tasks. Her
father was basically a good man but much to busy making
a living to pay any significant attention to his beautiful
daughter. However, Sundays were very special days to
Tonya. No, she didn't go to church because her father
was an atheist you see. However, her neighbors the
Proxmerys were very religious.
Every Sunday, weather permitting, Tonya would sit out on
the front porch and watch the Proxmerys walk down the
dusty road on their way to the little country church that
was less than two miles away. She didn't really know
exactly why they choose to walk because they owned a
carriage. She supposed that was just the Proxmery's
traditional way of going to church; they were a family
that believed a helluva lot in tradition. That was one thing
she did know about them. Regardless, she sat there
every Sunday morning because she wanted to see the
handsomest boy that ever lived...Tom Proxmery.
Unless it was especially cold with snow on the ground
or raining, every Sunday about 9:30 AM here they would
come. Tom always walked way out front, being a bit
proud and full of youthful vigor. He always looked real
fine dressed up in his black suit and pants with his clean
white shirt and gray bowtie. Tonya would wave at the
boy and call out, "hello Tom, you look very nice today,
all fancied up in your Sunday best." Tom wouldn't say
anything but he did give the pretty girl a shy little salute
and then glance back nervously to see if his stern old
parents were watching because they usually were.
Tonya would watch the boy until he was entirely out of
sight. Then she'd wait patiently for hours until young
Tom and his parents returned home...walking from the
opposite direction of course. That night Tonya would
dream about the handsome boy in his black suit, with
his neat blond hair and cute little bowtie. She had always
ignored the disapproving way Mr and Mrs Proxmery would
stare at her. Someone told her that Tom was supposed
to marry the preacher's daughter Lucinda as soon as the
preacher found a new houskeeper and didn't need his
girl around to cook and clean for him anymore. Tonya
was more than thankful the preacher spent most of his
pay on sharp looking clothes instead of the housekeeper
he needed.
Tonya knew she was beautiful. Before going to bed she
would always carefully comb her long, flaming red hair in
front of the mirror. Sometimes she would open the front
of her gown and admire her incredibly fine, plump breasts
and wonder if Tom would like them. She was fairly certain
that he would. Things had gotten to the point that she
could hardly think of anything but Tom Proxmery.
However, it all seemed so hopeless because his parents
watched him like two hawks. Furthermore, it was plain
to see that they thought she was just pure dirt because
her father liked to drink and never went to church and
most likely never would, excepting possibly to attend his
own funeral.
Despite all that the girl often prayed that someday she
and Tom would finally get together. The question that
perplexed her was how? It was a maddening situation to
the poor and lonely, but lovely lass. There were many
days when she reckoned that she was like a ripe tomato
that no one would ever notice and pluck from the vine.
Everything changes eventually though and events began
to fall into place one long hot weekend when Tonya's
Pa decided to take off to do some gambling and meet up
with some fancy ladies. He often did this shortly after
making a big sale of mutton or wool. He had come home
on this particular occasion with a big smile on his face
and a fresh bottle of shine tucked in his overalls. He
informed his daughter that he was off to Memphis for a
few days. He gave Tonya a rare hug before jumping on
his old horse and getting good and gone. He'd been in
such an all fired hurry that he forgot the bottle. It didn't
matter, he could pick up another one at Earl Long's place,
just another mile or two past the church house. At least
that was what Tonya guessed he was thinking.
Sunday morning rolled around and Tonya got busy fixing
herself up for her little vigil on the front porch. For some
reason, right after breakfast, the girl got curious and
decided to sample a little bit of the 'shine her Pa had left
behind. It seemed like an interesting enough way to pass
the time until Tom came walking down the road on his
way to services. Well, poor Tonya really hadn't had a lot
of experience with hard liquor and perhaps that partially
explains the events that unfolded that fateful morning.
Tom came strolling down the country road looking spendid
as always. Tonya had no idea what came over her all of
a sudden but she leaped up off the porch and ran out to
say hello to the boy all close up and personal like. In fact
she ran out there and threw her arms around Tom's neck
and gave him a big ole wet kiss right on the mouth. The
boy was a bit startled of course but he liked the way her
tongue felt half way down his throat like it was, and the
way her large breasts were crushed against his lean, hard
body wasn't such a bad thing either. They stood there
making out, entirely lost in their own sensual little world.
"Git away from my boy Tom you sheep grown' slut!" Mrs.
Proxmery was yellin' to beat all and whacking Tonya with
her fan. Mr. Proxmery pulled Tonya off the boy and shoved
the sweet girl down in the dirt of the road. Tonya sat there
crying her little eyes out as the three Proxmerys tramped
away, the parents tugging on the son and shooting daggers
at the sad girl with their eyes. At last the poor girl got up
and dusted herself off. Then she proceeded to snatch up
her Pa's bottle and get dead drunk. She was so drunk that
she even forgot to sit out on the porch and wait for Tom
to return from church. That proves just how drunk she
was.
The very next Sunday Tonya was back out on the porch
looking prettier than ever. She was hurting inside and
terribly lonely. Pa had sent a postcard telling her he was
"delayed" for a few more days and that she was not to
worry about him. Truthfully, she wasn't the least little bit
concerned about her father, only ashamed about getting
to drunk and a little mad at the way Tom had let his stuffy
old parents treat her. None of that changed the fact that
she still loved him, only more than ever since she'd finally
had a taste of his sweet lips.
So there she sat. Finally the time was right and the three
Proxmerys came marching down the road. Tom walked
in front as always but the older Proxmerys seemed to be
attempting to stick closer behind him than usual. Tonya
choked back a tear and called out, "hello Tom, you look
real nice today in your suit...and I'm really awfully ashamed
and truly sorry about last Sunday." Tom stopped dead
still in the road for a moment as if he was about to turn
around and head back home. He glanced at his parents
and then fixed his gaze on Tonya. The he went running
right up to the porch where he took the beautiful girl into
his arms and commenced to kissing her with a passion
that only youth can provide. He smothered her lips, face,
and neck with hot kisses before reaching inside her
blouse to squeeze one of her heaving breasts. Her nipples
were erect and he leaned down to kiss them too. Just
then the elder Proxmerys raced onto the porch.
"I thought I done told you to stay away from my boy you
little whore!" Mr Proxmery was shouting with all his might
as his wife stood right behind, frantically flapping her arms
about with her face flushed blood red with outrage. She
wasted little time before berating Tonya most severely,
"You nasty slut, git your filthy hands off our boy! Trash
like you sitting out here every Sunday poking your tits
out at him the way you do...I'll give you a good whuppin'
you nasty red haired tramp!"
The oddest expression came over Tom's face. He put
his hand in his coat pocket and pulled out a little pistol.
"What in hell are you doing with my gun boy?" Mr Proxmery
demanded. "I'm fixin' to get rid of a lot of hard luck I
reckon," Tom replied. Then he raised the little pistol and
shot his Pa right in the face. His Ma screamed like a
banshee and turned to run but Tom shot her right in the
back. She staggered a few steps, her arms fluttering like
a chicken with no head. Then she dropped dead right in
the middle of a big mud hole, and ruined her new chruch
going dress that she'd only bought two days before. What
a shame Tonya thought, it would have been perfect for her
burial. "Oh Tom, you killed them for me," she said, fairly
breathless from all the excitement.
The boy retained that same odd expression, "mostly I
killed them for myself. They weren't my real parents no
how. My real mom had me in a whorehouse. When I was
seven the Proxmerys basically bought me so they could
have the luxury of a cheap farm hand. They worked the
holy shit out of me ever since. I've been planning on
running away for a long time. The only thing that stopped
me was seeing you every Sunday. So I reckon just going
ahead and killing them made the most sense. I owed it
to them after all the times they damned near beat me to
death for no good reason."
Tonya fetched Pa's wheelbarrow and the couple dragged the
bodies a ways off before rolling them down a ravine and
into a thick briar thicket. "They'll keep just fine down
there," Tom said. "I reckon its to hot and they ain't hardly
worth the trouble of digging two graves. Besides, I got
more important things on my mind right now."
Then the young couple walked back to the house hand in
hand. They spent all day and night doing what young
couples do when they're in heat real bad. The next day
was passed doing more of the same. A few sips from Pa's
'shine didn't much hurt the mood either. Unfortunately
a semi retarded fellow named Wilbur was out picking black
berries and found the dead Proxmerys. He told the law
and they came and took Tom away.
Tom admitted to the killings and got himself hung a few
weeks later on the fourth of July. The county thought it
was a good idea to hang him at that time because they
had a big fish fry planned for later in the afternoon and a
fireworks display was scheduled that night. It just made
sense to hold as many big events as possible on such a
special day. Tonya stayed home and cried her eyes out.
However, pretty much everyone else had a fine time.
Pa did his best to comfort his daughter. He bought her
the first store bought dress she'd ever had and even got
her the first new pair of shoes she'd had since turning
thirteen. Pa also thought it might help the girl's dark mood
if he presented her with her first very own bottle of 'shine.
Of course he made her promise to share a swig or two
with him. Tonya finally calmed down a little bit and Pa
left her with these words of wisdom, "always remember
darling; liquor, lovin', and guns don't never mix paticularly
right...especially in these parts on a Sunday."
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