Chapter 3

The community had been without a minister for over three years, so a new preacher was the hit of the hill country before he hung himself. Heck, fire, no man had ever stepped behind the pulpit and done an altar call such as Preacher Martin. There were more confessions coming from the members of the church when “Preacher Jeb” would raise his hand and shout, “Who wants to testify ... come on, people ... give down your testimony and share it with the rest of us.”

Over the next years, more girls were delivering red-headed babies than one could believe. Up until Preacher Martin arrived, there hadn’t been a single red-headed child in the hills surrounding Corbin. The women and young girls all spoke of how it was a good sign and showed the higher powers of religion didn’t rest on earth, and they were pleased with the preacher and the man above showing approval by the girls and women having red-haired children.

Another thing that happened after Jeb Martin arrived in the community was how so many boys suddenly found it easy to poke one of the girls they’d previously been rebuffed in their attempt to even kiss the girl’s sweet lips. After that, it wasn’t unusual for a girl to offer two offers in one day to walk somewhere private with a boy. The young girls learned quickly how a simple smile, a wink or two of her sexy eyes, and lushness to her voice got her a quick mount in the woods, or behind someone’s big old barn. In fact, lots of girls got pregnant for the “second time” in a haymow.

Sexual activity was being offered by the girls without the boys needing to ask. Many a boy was joking about maybe going somewhere private like to be alone, when the girl sealed the boy’s fate to become a daddy and husband by grabbing his already swollen boner. Some guys found love when hearing a sweet little voice asking, “Would you like to jab me with that big thing of yours I just found hiding down there?” and within five minutes, most of the girls were on their back and their legs in the air.

The boys loved listening to the girls, such as Tina Mays squealed out, “Darn it, Duddy, that big fat thing is killing my tiny little twat.” The boys found that a girl would come close to uttering cunt, pussy, slit, or slot, but they all must have been taught to call their little hole hidden between their legs a twat.