No, no problem.No, no problem. The same still applies. And if you come right down to it, we probably ain't even married in the eyes of the law. Some itinerant preacher performed the ceremony for us and said we wuz married. I don't even know if he had a license to do that; nothing was ever filed, legally, that I know about. We been livin' like this, married that is, now for nearly 9 years and we ain't been able to produce a baby yet. The clinic doctor says I'm able, but my husband ain't. Now you know why he really could care less about the whole thing. Aw, he likes to get his nuts off when he comes down from the mine, but if I get my jollies some other way it doesn't bother him at all. Since we moved here it has happened only once. A deer hunter got lost and spent the night here. We screwed a couple of times during the night and my husband didn't even bother to wake up. Slept through the whole thing. You're the first one to come along since that time and that was over two years ago. As I said, I get lonely up here all by myself and a healthy girl like me needs somebody around to make over, to love and to get some love in return. Jeez, I'd even settle for a kiss or a pat on the butt, but so far I ain't gettin' any of them things and now you tell me no, you don't want me to wash yore back. Makes me wanta cry, almost. As a matter of fact, I was hopin' you'd help me make a baby. That's why I was studyin' you so hard when you first came to the house. I wanted to sort of picture what kinda baby you could make. Good one and cute, I'll bet, 'cause yore cute." Jesus, I didn't know how to respond to all of this, but by the time she finished this speech I had a lump in my throat about the size of a cantaloupe and felt so sorry for her I didn't know what to say. Here I am, a grown man, traveling on my own, no ties to anyone anywhere, standing naked in the farmyard of a mountain cabin, listening to a sad tale told by a cute young chick about 10 years younger than I am and not knowing whether to believe it or not. |