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Cute
Ass and All
by Jay D. Mancini
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I had
never gone out with a real
country
girl before. Her hair
was
long and brown, the way
I
liked it back then. Her hips
were
womanly. She drove
a
pickup truck, of course,
and
lived in the woods in
a
Lincoln-like cabin with no
running
water. What a hoot
for
a city kid, though the novelty
of
getting water from a well wore
thin
as winter came and I became lazy.
When
I asked her why she went out
with
me she laughed and said
you
got a cute ass and all.
Most
the time though, I rarely
understood
her twang and she
never
forgave my New Yawk accent.
Still
we managed to have fun.
I
learned how to make biscuits
from
scratch and how to pick
berries
that were safe to eat. I'm
not
sure I taught her much though.
One
time I cooked a big Italian
meal
for her. After looking under
the
lids of each of the pots she
yelled
everythangs red!!
Most
the time, we drank a lot
of
beer in long-necked bottles
and
hung out in honkey tonks
listening
to bluegrass music. She
always
warned me to keep my
mouth
shut because some of the local
boys
would kick my butt if they heard
me
talk. That made me feel real good.
We
made it through two winters
before
I tired of making the long
trip
down deserted dirt roads.
Deliverence
was fresh in
my
mind and I had no desire to
"squeal
like a pig". We stayed
in
touch for a few years before
I
moved to Utah and set out to learn
about
the ways of the mountain west.
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