Chapter 3

Manford Kelly's father was the big wheel in this little Arkansas county. He didn't hold any political offices, but he controlled the men who did. Luke Kelly was a self-made millionaire. Shee-itt! Anyone living in this part of the country was either in politics, was piss-poor like the majority of folks, or was filthy rich like Luke.

Luke Kelly was a giant of a man, about six feet tall, weighing in at two hundred-and-ten pounds, all of it meaty muscle, with black hair, tan skin, and a disposition that ran from razorback meanness to gentle warmth. The man had piercing brown eyes, a long nose, and a thin mouth which never betrayed what he was thinking.

Luke had married a fourteen-year-old blonde-haired girl from his neighborhood when he had been in his early twenties and on his way to making a fortune. The girl had died giving birth to Manford, his son, whom he was bringing up to take over when the time came. During all this time, Luke had fucked just about every luscious piece of ass who had lived in the neighborhood. He had wanted to fuck Susan Kane, but when he'd learned that-her husband sold her body regularly on Wednesday nights to fifty of his cronies, he decided not to touch her. In a way it was lucky for all of them that the men were so hot for Susan's body they didn't go chasing after other cunt. None of them became diseased, and as a result, Susan, after all these years, in spite of having to take a two hour bath in the creek on Thursday mornings, was also disease-free.

Then Luke found out his son was going to school with Susan's oldest daughter, Rachel. Now Rachel wasn't quite the beauty her mother was. She still had a long way to go, but one day she would get there. At first Luke thought Jack Kane might be selling Rachel's body, too, but through the grapevine he soon learned that Rachel, as of now, was still untouched. Her paw hadn't fucked her . . . yet.

Well now, Luke wanted his boy, Manford, to lose his own cherry, and what safer way than with a virgin. So the day following Rachel's witnessing of what her father and his cronies had done to her mother, Luke sent his chauffeur to school and told the man to bring Rachel to him when she was finished with her classes for the day.

Rachel was young enough to be impressed by wealth, and when Luke Kelly said he wanted to see her, Rachel was only too quick to get into the limousine and let the chauffeur drive her to the big house on the hill. It was a huge, one-story house, very long and very wide, with a red-tiled roof and white stucco walls. It was surrounded by a large flower garden. Rachel had never seen so many different kinds of colors of flowers in her entire life. There had to be at least fifty or sixty people working here full time to keep the house and garden in top shape.

She was let out before the front door, and she smoothed her hands over her brown gingham dress as she walked, barefooted, into the great tiled hall. A black butler ushered her to the large sitting room where Luke Kelly had just completed some business and was now relaxing

"Well, girl," he said to her. "I guess your wonderin' why ah sent fer you."

"Yessir!" Rachel nodded, looking at the hefty man in his white, short-sleeved shirt and light-gray slacks.

"S'like this, Rachel," he told her. "Ah like you. You're clean, and what's more, y'don't let the other boys around here put their hands under your dress. So here's my proposition."

Rachel listened, flabbergasted. It never occurred to her that a man as rich as Luke Kelly cared for anything as crass as sex. But as she listened, she began gaining a new insight, not only into Luke, but all men. There wasn't a man in the world who obviously didn't like his nookie. Apparently her own pussy was, for the moment, worth a little more than her mother's, or any other woman's around here, if only because she was old enough to be fucked, and to date, and hadn't been. Luke had confirmed this by speaking with the local doctor, who had examined Rachel only two days earlier when she had complained of post-menstrual cramps. Her period over, the pains should have gone, but apparently they hadn't. The doctor had assured her it sometimes happened. She had nothing to worry about, but he had checked her out anyway, and he had found she was still a virgin.

"So you see," Luke was saying, "I want you to go with my boy, Manford, and afterward, iff n your interested, mebbee you and I can talk about some kind of an arrangement twixt you'n' me."

"My paw might get mad," she told him.

'Hmmm," Luke Kelly nodded. "Knowin' your paw, he'd want to get in his licks, too. Well now, I'll settle with your paw. But are you willin' to let Manford be the first one?"

"Sure," she nodded.

"Just one thing, Manford don't know what to do. Seein' as your a virgin, you don't know too much, either. You go into the next room, look at some of those picture books ah got in there, read some of the words, and then you go upstairs and wait for Manford in his room. You gotta do all the work, honey. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, nervously.

In less than an hour, after having read the various books in Luke Kelly's library, and having looked at the pictures in his books, and remembering what it was the men had done to her mother, Rachel felt she knew just about all there was to know. When Luke walked into the room and askeH her if she was ready, he nodded, telling him, I'll do as you say, Mr. Kelly."

"Good girl," the man nodded. "I'll open a small bank account for you at the local bank. Each time y'do something to make me or the boy happy, Til put a few dollars in there fer you. Okay?"

"Ah'm not one of them there kinda women, Mr. Kelly," she told him. "Ah'll do it 'cause ah like Manford, not 'cause of yer money."

"Well now, thass mighty nice of you, miss," he smiled. "But lemmee give you a word of advice. Money is hard to git, and when you gits a chance to earn some of it, take it. Everyone, man or woman, is that kinda person. They're called whores. Everyone is a whore. It's just a matter of degree. Some men and women offer themselves fer sale at a high price, while others do things cheaply."

"Well iff'n you want to really give me somethin' worthwhile," Rachel told him, "Instead of you puttin' money in a bank account in mah name, you take mah maw and mah two sisters, 'fore paw gets his hands on 'em, and you move 'em all to another county and see to it they got some kinda good job so's they kin earn their own livin' and don't hafta depend on paw no more."

"You're really somethin,' Rachel," Luke told her. "What about you once yer maw is gone."

"Ah'll be all right," Rachel insisted.