Chapter 18 of my Newest Book

Well my friends, I wanted to let you know that I am not delivering every chapter to my blog as I did before with my other 2, Dahlia and Al His Life & MSA. This time I will pop in a chapter once in a while to hopefully make you want to read more. This new book is going to be geared more towards that book that women will want to pick up and read once they are in bed and under the covers relaxing for the night.

Here is Chapter 18 of my newest book called, JENNY

 

Chapter 18

The next morning Jenny was walking to town to run an errand for her mother. She passed the little cafe and paused as she saw a bright, red poster in the window, HELP WANTED. Jenny thought about what it would be like to earn her own money. She wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to help her; she could help herself.She walked in the door and took the sign out of the window. She looked around and then saw the manager and walked towards him. “ May I help you Miss”? “ Yes, I saw your sign and I would like to work here. Do you still have an opening”? “ Yes, there is one opening left. It is for a waitress. Have you ever had waitress experience”? “ No, but I am a fast learner”, Jenny said with a big smile.
The manager liked her smile and he thought she was pretty too. She would help draw more customers in. He motioned for her to take a seat at the back of the cafe. She followed him and he came along with an application. “ Please fill this out. When you are done, let me know”.
Jenny went to work filling out each question. She double-checked her work, making sure she had left nothing undone. She looked up and caught his eye and he came back and sat down across from her. “ Now this job doesn’t have a lot of hours to offer. A few nights per week and definitely either Friday or Saturday evenings until 9, and of course you will help with the clean-up detail. The job pays 3.00 per hour and you will be able to keep all of your tips”.
Jenny flashed her smile and it melted his heart. The manager thought of his own granddaughter and how both girls looked so much alike. “ I would like to take you up on your offer, um, Mr. um”. “ Ted, just call me Ted” and looking down at the application, he continued, “ Yes, Jenny, we are on first name basis here, so Ted will do”.
The two stood up and shook hands. “ Be here at 4.00pm tomorrow. One of the other girls will show you the ropes”. Jenny thanked him and turned and walked towards the front door feeling giddy. Her very first job. She couldn’t wait to tell her mother and father, and of course John. They would all be so happy for her. She almost skipped all the way home from excitement.
She gave her mother the bag from the errand she had run for her. She grabbed her and swung her around singing. “ Well what in the world girl? What has you so excited? All you did was run one errand for me”.
“Oh mother, the best news. I accepted a job. I am going to be working at the cafe in town. Not too many hours, just enough to give me some of my own spending money. “ But Jenny, what will John think of this? It is so close to your wedding. You are going to be a married woman and he will certainly not want to have a working wife. He will want you to remain home and raise your family”.
Jenny laughed, “ Oh mother, this job will not be forever. As far as John goes, there is no wedding date set. I am sure he will allow me to work until much closer to the day of the wedding. Really, mother, you are living in the old days”.
Jenny’s mother looked at her. She had never quite heard that sort of talk come from her daughter; but she did have a point. “ I guess you could be right. This job would give you some money that could be partly saved for your wedding and your future”. Jenny hugged her mother for understanding and danced off to her room.
She looked at herself in her mirror thinking; tomorrow, tomorrow evening I will be working. She touched her face and then thoughts of how dull her face would look to the customer darted through her mind. She ran back into the kitchen. Calmly sitting down at the table she hesitated for a moment and then asked, “ Mother, do you think you could spare me some money? I really want to be able to purchase some make-up”.
“I thought you and I were going to go to town this coming Saturday and look at selections”. “ But mother, I begin work tomorrow. I really want to look my best”. Mother stuck her hand into her apron pocket and pulled out some cash. She handed it to Jenny. “ You always make your point understood. Here you are, and be careful, don’t get anything to drastic that may send your old parents into shock”. Jenny hugged her mother and took off out the back door.
She walked in the drug store and straight to the make-up counter. She looked around at it all. There was so much of everything. How would she ever be able to make up her mind on what she needed. It was as if the sales lady read her mind and she walked up to Jenny and asked if she could be of help.
“ I am starting a new job tomorrow and I want to look my best; but I am not sure what I need”. “ Well you have definitely come to the right person. I will be happy to help you”.

 

Jenny

Jenny was 21 years old. She was born in the hills of West Virginia to parents who believed there was only one way of being brought up; their way. She had been taught at home, learning from the books that her mother thought she would benefit from.

Jenny had two older brothers who worked outside the home. She saw them mainly at dinner time or on weekends when they were not out with their friends. Jenny’s parents believed that a good, clean woman was the only way to snag a God-fearing man.

It was on this day that Jenny turned 21. A party consisted of everyone being at the table promptly at 6pm, with dessert consisting of a hand-made birthday cake made of chocolate and a whipped frosting.

There were no candles nor songs to be sung. One by one, each family member presented their gift to Jenny. With no laughter in the air, Jenny would carefully open the gift and say a proper thank-you.

After retiring from dinner, Jenny and her mother would clear the table, scrape the dishes, wash, dry and put away for the next meal. The men of the family went outdoors. It was a good way to escape the twisted thoughts of their mother.

The two sons, Luke and Larry, loved their mother. They felt a sense of pity towards her and tried very hard to bite their tongues with their own thoughts. The story was spoken many years ago when their father had no choice but to sit the young boys down and tell them parts of the truth.

John had met Mary at a local dance one evening. She was so pretty. Her tiny waist and long, slender legs and her hair done up so tidy, every curl in its place. She had no problem filling up her dance card and John wanted to take up one more mark on the list.

One deep dimple on each side of her beautiful smile lured John into believing she was going to be his wife one day. Waiting his turn to stroll her on the dance floor and then watching her walk towards him with her graceful steps, he stood and bowed, took her hand and whisked her to the next sound of music.

The Last Waltz was being played by the group of five men playing their instruments. The lights were turned down low and the sparkle of  her eyes so close to his stood out. He pulled her closer to him, smelling her alluring perfume. A dance  he never wanted to end, finished within a few moments. He thanked her and she smiled into his eyes. He hoped for one more dance with her.

He gave her to the arms of another gentleman and walked over to the refreshment table. Pouring himself a cup of red punch, he sipped it while watching the couple dance with yearning eyes.

The music ended, the band took a break. Mary walked towards the exit doors, needing a breath of fresh air. She wandered out amongst the flowing weeping willow trees. Standing alone looking up at the twinkling stars she made a wish on one of the brightest lights that this night may never end.

She hadn’t noticed the footsteps  nearing her. She didn’t feel the large hand cover her mouth as she was turned towards a tall gentleman she had not been introduced to. He placed one of his arms around her waist and pulled her in the direction he wanted her to go.

Away from the chatter and the glittery lights he forced her to the ground. His hands tore at her buttons while his whiskers left red marks on her neck. With his mouth he forced hers  open and sucked up her innocent juices while his dirty hands found their way up her stockings. His fingers tore at her panties and with a force she had never known before he plucked her innocence.

He stood up not offering to help her and as he zipped his pants he said, ” If you say one word Jenny, I will kill your parents and then kill you.” With the words echoing in her head, he turned abruptly and ran into the darkness.

Mary laid there trying to grasp what had just happened to her. She began to weep as she started  to regain her composure. She shook as she stood up. She pulled at her buttons on her blouse trying to cover up the dirty hands that had been placed there.

She tugged  at her skirt, straightening it up as good as she could. As she started to walk, sharp pains struck her in her most forbidden area. The pain described harshness and force that had been pushed upon her.

She did her best to over look how she felt. She needed to escape. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way. This would be her secret to bare for the rest of her life. She could not say a word for fear of her parents being killed.