Once Upon A Misty Bluegrass Hill

De: Rebecca Bernadette Mance

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Jolene was only a little girl when she lost her loving and happy family and their horse farm to a tornado. The only thing left was her dogs and a colt named Storm. Jolene and her puppies were forced to live in poverty with her crack-head aunt and her aunt's pervert boyfriend. Jolene vowed that someday she would get her farm back and ride Storm in the Kentucky Derby. The only thing that stood in her way was the fancy and hated Irish named Patrick that bought the farm and Storm. Her aunt forced her to dress up and go flirt with some men who wanted more than to flirt. Patrick is one of those men, and Jolene's world is about to change. Excerpt: Paula glared warning into the bathroom mirror. "Well then you need to stop your bitching and let me finish your hair. My friend Danny says that if you will agree to go they will pay us a tidy sum. Though why they didn't ask me to go is insult'in. You ain't nothing but a skinny kid, but he says they like skinny kids." Jolene was immediately suspicious. "Like them for what? And Mamma would not like that word 'bitch' so you should not say it Aunt Paula…you might go to hell for saying those kinds of words." "Shut up about your mamma....always thought she was a goodie-goodie with that religious stuff. "Don't talk that way about mamma." Paula blew a suffering sigh and continued on her mission. "All you gotta do is just some sweet talking. Those rich guys'll just be giving you a few kisses and maybe just feeling you a little." Jolene's heart accelerated. Would they smell as horrible as Travis? "Aunt Paula, please don't make me do this. I don't want to be kissing no men…and having them feeling ... My what?…What do you mean?" Jolene's voice dropped to a whisper, "You mean the nasty-girl way? Now wait a minute Aunt Paula." Aunt Paula smiled wide and batted her mascara coated eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Don't be silly Jolene, nothing nasty, just maybe a rub on your arm or back or something." Aunt Paula unrolled the curling iron tilting her head and letting a spiral copper curl drop to Jolene's head with a satisfied grin. "You mighty pretty so I think I am going to tell Danny they gotta pay you an extra price. Besides, I had to buy you that new dress and red pumps at Wal-mart. You should appreciate all that I do and return in kind." Jolene's chest tightened in shame. Her mamma and daddy would never accept charity from anybody. The tears of frustration and worry stung behind her eyes. But she could not cry. If that sticky mascara ran Aunt Paula would be super-mad. "I do appreciate it, but it is just that I am scared. I don't know what to do with a bunch of old men wanting to kiss me like they do in the movies." Travis cackled. Aunt Paula sent him an angry glare. "They are not old! Travis is filling your head with stupid ideas. Lots of them are young and handsome. Besides, we need you to go. Maybe if you would work for a change rather than studying all the time, we might could afford a new big screen TV from the Wal-mart Store. If you ever watched TV. you might learn something. You could see that the young girls are kissing and loving on men all the time." "Are the men clean?" It was Aunt Paula's turn to cackle. "A lot cleaner than Travis!" "Hey, what is that about?" Travis yelled punching the door jam. "Shit. What do you want from a man who works all the time?" He turned and stomped back into the living room where the television was blaring. Jolene heard a beer can pop a second later. Opening a beer made him sweat. He considered that hard work?