Southside Chronicles Part I

This will be a series that I’ll attempt to post each week. Thanks in advance for stopping by and reading the series.

He would’ve never gotten away with it today. Nope. Not in this era.

But in the 60’s & 70’s things were rampant.

It was 1969 and he had just been promoted to Assistant Store Manager at a large grocery chain. With his black horn rimmed glasses, full lips, fair milky white complexion and the clean cut side swiped slicked blonde hair wearing his button up sweater he was quite dreamy. His walk went from casual white guy to a George Jefferson type of glide.

He had been courting a beautifully gentle, pure virgin for six months. Every time they went to the drive-in he pushed the boundaries to see how far he could go. She expressed she was saving herself for marriage more than once. But, he had her right where he wanted her.

She felt caged and trapped in her parents home. Her parents were stern and cult-ish. So much so, that she would cry on his shoulder and explain in tears that she felt she would never escape their grip.

He was going to buy that engagement ring and propose as soon as he got that first paycheck since his promotion.

Ahem, Um NO. If you’re thinking “Awe…..he’s her hero” it’s not that kind of story at all.

As he was looking at the engagement rings on display in the Service Merchandise store. The tall sexy well endowed redhead asked if she could make a suggestion.

“No, just show me the cheapest one you got. She’ll be lucky to get one from me. But, I tell ya what, if you want to earn the sell, we can walk out to my car and you can work for it.”

He purchased the tiniest and cheapest diamond engagement ring they had in stock. In her short pale pink dress with white cuffs and a huge white collar she looked so innocent and demure. He proposed on one knee at the Lock & Dam that Saturday afternoon as she sat on the hood of his white convertible MGB.

Lock & Dam – Augusta, Ga. (Photo Cred: Pinterest)

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” As tears slid down her cheeks he knew he had her wrapped around his finger. Now he could relax and “take” her along with having someone to cook, iron, suck his cock, have babies and take care of him the rest of his life.

As he drove her home that night she couldn’t help but smile as she adjusted the large white bow in her hair and applied powder to her soaked cheeks. He could provide her a different life. A much happier life. He was so handsome, charming, considerate and a complete southern gentleman. He was her savior. In her eyes.

To be continued……

Published by lennonliberated

The "About" me section is the first thing I look for when a blog catches my eye when scrolling through the discovery section of WP. Yet, it scares the living fuck out of me to have to sum up in detail this section of my very own blog. Why? Because whatever I write, you might be hooked or bored to tears. Actually, you're probably already bored to tears by now. So let me get to it then..... By the way, I used to have a blog called Fabulous With Glitches so some of this might sound familiar. Friends might describe me as the life of the party yet secretive. I tend to keep things inside that trouble me. I've been self-reliant all of my life and I don't like to show weakness or that something worries me. Holding back has led me to seek refuge here. I can write out my thoughts and feelings so that it frees up my mind. It seems like my mind is open 24/7 like a gas station and just never turns off the open sign. I grew up in the south and come from the typical opinionated southern christian parents. Well, they're very involved now in church. Growing up, my parents weren't necessarily "present" in my life. They were around and did the best they could I suppose. I'm grateful for everything they have contributed in my life. I know that it could've been much worse. As they say, I wouldn't be who I am if I didn't grow up the way that I did. Gritty is a good word to describe me as well. I've had to speak up and defend myself throughout my life. I'm confident and a bit headstrong. I have two cats and I adore them needless to say. Their names are Franklin and Farrah. Yes, I consider myself a crazy cat lady, what's it to ya? You will see pictures of them throughout my blog I'm sure :) Welcome and thank you so much for stopping by and peaking into my safe place full of random thoughts. XO

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