WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 6

“Stop right there!” Becinala screamed. “Before you go any further. Do you love me? Will you love me forever?”

Rcrav’s lips twisted into a sexy grin.

“Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife? I gotta know right now, before we go any further, will you love me, will you love me forever?”

Rcrav let his fingers do the singing. He closed his eyes and gently strummed a soft medley. Becinala smirked at his feeble attempt but in the back of her mind she was worried. She knew what his guitar solos could do to women and some men.

With his eyes closed, Rcrav continued his smooth solo. His forehead moved up with the high notes and his brow furrowed seeking the low notes. His fingers ever so slightly caressed the strings. Becinala rubbed the nape of her neck. She was getting warmer as Rcrav eased into his foreplay.

She watched as his right hand picked at the strings. She knew all too well the passion and precision of his fingers exploring the six strings, the same as when they explored her hands, her face, the soft curves of her body. She loosened the top button of her silk blouse from Teens and Queens Dress Shop in Dothan, rubbing her chest where a gentle mist of perspiration had formed. She was warming up to her man and without opening his eyes, he knew.

After a particularly long note, Rcrav began playing harder, awakening a passion deep within and sending it in the direction of his love. Lost in the music, Becinala forgot which song they were supposed to be playing. She moved behind him and leaned her back against his. Running her hand through her hair, she began grinding against her man. She lifted the microphone to her plush lips and almost squealed, “Oooooh, love to love you baby”.

Rcrav felt an urgency in his loins. He opened his eyes and looked down on his guitar, concentrating his sudden rush upon the strings. His fingers moved with furious but concentrated intentions. With each touch he made upon the strings he knew the audience felt his emotions, but he was beyond the stage of The BBQShack Lounge, he was completely in a zone of pleasure, with his woman absorbing the pounding melodies of his love.

Becinala could feel passion swelling upon her body. Her eyes were closed now. She too was no longer at The BBQShack Lounge. His playing had moved past love and sweetness to a lusty passion of intense strumming on her womanhood. He could continue playing forever, but she knew, and hoped, that soon her body itself would succumb to the ribald music that only Rcrav could play to her libido.

And there is was. A pounding riff that he rarely shared in a public forum. She knew the sounds he made, the movements of his body as he stretched himself against the back of the guitar with each long strum of the strings. Strings that when plucked vibrated the body of the guitar, its hollow cavity producing a satisfactory moan, just as was building in her.

She knew the cadence, it rocked her soul. She felt the rhythm and matched it, building and building inside her. Her right hand running through her hair, pulling it. Her left hand caressing her hip, her thigh. She knew the count, her body moved with it, their dance of love, dancing and dancing until she heard and felt his final strum. His left hand was on the neck of the guitar, massaging the final note for as long as he could. Becinala’s knees went weak. She stumbled, trying to catch her breath. Rcrav turned and caught her. He looked deep into her tired eyes and said, “I love you.”

The lounge was silent. After seeing Rcrav and Becinala kiss the place exploded with applause and cheers.

“Oh my. It’s hot in here.” DebbieT said.

“I’m horny. Where’s Dish?” Pink screamed.

WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 5

“That long haired man makes me so angry sometimes.” Becinala said to BBQShackMama at the end of the bar.

“What happened?” BBQ asked.

“We had a fight over musical arrangements. It was nothing really but we were both drunk and angry.”

“You should apologize on stage.”

Becinala smiled and looked away. Then she caught what BBQ was saying. “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights?”

“Exactly.”

***

“Hit me Jackson.” Rcrav said, perturbed at the other end of the bar.

“Beer?” Jackson asked.

“Whiskey, make it a double.”

“Uh-oh, trouble?”

“She drives me crazy sometimes.” Rcrav said. “But I do love her so.”

“Well pick up that guitar and show her Paradise.”

Rcrav smiled at Jackson. “Thanks old friend.” His bartending friend knew that he and Becinala expressed their love onstage. “Gotta go, time for our set.”

“Have a good show. I’ll keep one cold for ya.”

***

Jackson made his way to the other end of the bar. He grabbed BBQShackMama from behind and pulled her close as they leaned against the cooler, facing the stage. He wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin on her shoulder. She leaned her head against his. She pulled their intertwined hands up and kissed his hand. Snuggled up to her man, there was no other place to be.

She was as young and beautiful as the day they first met. He kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I love you”. Her heart was warm from his embrace. The three simple words made her tingle with anticipation for last call and she smiled.

***

PinkCamo strolled into the BBQShack Lounge with DebbieT and GrammyTrucker. Jackson instinctively reached for his sawed off double barrel under the bar. BBQShackMama pulled his hand away from the shotgun. “Maybe she will behave tonight Jackson. Just wait and see, I wonder who the new girl is.”

Pink and DebbieT found a table while Grammy went to the ladies room.

“Wow, your Grammy is quite a driver, but my hair smells like burnt rubber now.” DebbieT said.

“That was a great burnout, huh? She’s bad to the bone. She is our resident NASCAR babe.” Pink replied.

“She was a driver?”

“Naw, she was boning Cale Yarborough back in the day.” Pink said, scanning the bar.

“Who are you looking for?”

“A tall drink I like to call Dishwater. There he is, I would know that mullet anywhere.”

“Who is the girl he is shooting pool with?”

“Deedeejy, that whore! She best watch her back tonight. I’ll whoop her ass.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, that’s just what I do.”

“Oh my.”

GrammyTrucker joined them at the table. “I went to the wrong restroom.” GrammyTrucker said.

“Again?”

“Oh my.”

“Well hell’s bells they look the same from the outside.”

“You got that right, high five, WoooHoooo.”

“I need a drink.” DebbieT said as she signaled the waitress who rolled her eyes before coming over.

“WhistlingDixie, what’s up?” Pink asked.

“Not much bitch. Who’s your friend?” WhistligDixie asked.

“This heres DebbieT, new gal at the trailer park. Hook us up with a round of Panhandle Panics.”

“Okay, be right back.”

“I don’t know what Dish sees in Deedee, she likes men in those new tight faded jeans. I like my man in some acid wash jeans…and cowboy boots. It don’t get much better than that.”

“I heard that girlfriend.” GrammyTrucker said.

“Ooh, looks like Rcrav and Becinala are getting ready to play.” Pink said as WhistlingDixie delivered the drinks. “Bottoms up girls!” They all took a drink.

DebbieT began coughing immediately after her drink. “Oh wow! That burns.”

“That’s the snake venom. Hot damn, here’s to a great night!”

WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 4

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM “Quilla, open up. I need to talk to you.” PinkCamo screamed.

A tiny, old asian woman opened the door.

“Quilla, listen up. I was walking my dogs yesterday afternoon and some new bitch was out walking hers. Annie would have had those dogs for dinner if I hadn’t held her back. You got to tell her to steer clear when I am out walking the girls.” Pink demanded.

Quilla opened the door to allow Pink in.

Pink looked over to see DebbieT sitting on the divan. “What the hell?”

“Oh my god, she’s the one I was telling you about.” DebbieT said.

“What? You were telling on me. What the hell did I do?” Pink asked.

“You were so rude. I had no idea I was not allowed near your dogs. I just moved here.”

PinkCamo squinted her eyes and looked DebbieT up and down. Pink figured she could easily take her in a fight. She didn’t appear to have any prison or Special Forces tattoos. “I’m sorry.” She said. “Annie has eaten a few dogs around here and I have to tell people to keep their mutts away from her.”

“I understand. I should have properly introduced myself. I’m DebbieT.” She said, standing and extending her hand.

Confused by her niceties, Pink wiped her hand on her shirt and shook DebbieT’s. “I’m Pink, PinkCamo.”

“Pleasure to meet you Pink. I hope we can be the best of friends.”

“Sure, I guess, why not.” She turned to the mobile home park manager. “See Quilla, we got it all straightened out.”

Quilla pulled the oak twig from her mouth, ran it through her snuff can then returned it to her mouth and shrugged her shoulders.

“Come on new best friend, let’s go.” PinkCamo almost demanded.

They walked down the street toward their trailers getting to know each other along the way. Suddenly a black 1987 Camaro roared around the corner and slid to a stop next to them.

“What’s up dyke?” The driver asked.

“Hey Dish!”

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?” Dishwater asked.

“This is DebbieT. She just moved in. This is Dishwater.”

“Hello Dishwater.” DebbieT said coyly.

“I’d tap that.”

“You like anything with a pulse.” Pink added.

“I heard that. Are you taking her to The BBQShack Lounge tonight?” Dish asked.

“Hell yeah. You gonna be there?”

“Damn straight. I just saved up enough to get flames painted on the other side of Lucille here. Of course I will be there to show it off.”

“Cool.”

“I heard that.” Dish said while power-braking the Camaro. “Later.” He said as he lifted off the brake and the car sped away.

“He’s fine!” PinkCamo exclaimed.

“I’ve never seen that much hair on a man before, and the denim short pants, oh my.” DebbieT said.

“He’s the reason God made cut off jean shorts. Don’t you want to bury your face in that chest hair while weaving your hands through the back hair? Wooohooo, hot damn!”

“But the gold chains?”

“Yep, he would have to take some of those off. I will pick you up about 8. I gotta go start drinkin.”

WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 3

PinkCamo woke the next morning with her normal hangover. She made her way to the bathroom to pee standing up, a trick she learned in the Marines. Afterwards she promptly threw up, wiped her mouth on her arm and dropped to the floor for fifty push-ups.

That image of the bitch with the dogs popped in her head as she heaved herself up and down. “Crazy cracker” she thought as she continued the pushups. “Quilla” she thought. “I’ll tell Quilla to keep her away from me.”

After her pushups Pink jiggled several beer cans on the coffee table until she found one not completely empty. She threw back the can and gargled its contents, picking the soggy cigarette butt from her teeth and flicking in the general direction of the trashcan. Pink slid into her shiniest spandex pants and walked her way towards the manager’s office.

Suddenly SteveC popped out from an azalea bush. “PinkCamo, can I talk to you about our Lord?”

Pink stopped and looked around nervously. She knew SteveC’s wife, Goober, would be close. “You stay away from me.”

“Have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your savior?”

“You want a fight, you got it. Come on boy, let’s do this!” Pink screamed, putting her fists up.

Pink felt a thump on the back of her head, she fell to her knees, then darkness.

“Good one Goober.” SteveC said.

Goober proudly held up the large bible, stating, “King James Version.”

“Let’s get her inside.”

Pink awoke to find herself tied to a chair and a gag in her mouth. She was positioned in front of a television. Pat Robertson was speaking of worldly affairs on The 700 Club. SteveC sat in a chair in front of her. Goober was on the sofa singing hymns.

“This is my story, this is my song.”

“Pink, I want you to confess your sins to me.”

“Praising my savior, all the day long.”

“Jesus is here for you Pink.”

“Mmmm. Mmmm.”

“What was that?” Steve said as he released the gag.

“You son of a mmmmm. M mmmm mmmm mmm.”

“Then sings my soooooul, my savior God, to thee.”

“Pink, if you promise to be calm, I will release the gag. Can you promise?”

“How great thou art. How great thou art.”

PinkCamo’s blood was boiling. Her arms were tied too tightly; she had to get him closer, the amateur left her legs untied, big mistake. She nodded her head.

“This little light of mine, ooooh, I’m gonna let it shine.”

“There, there now Pink. We are here for you.”

“I…I…” Pink whispered.

SteveC leaned in closer to hear her confession. Pink’s lips cracked in an evil grin. She headbutted him, smashing his nose. He leaned back in agony. She kicked him in the groin. He fell on her, his weight sending them both to the floor, the chair broke and she wrestled her arms free.

Goober made a move to help her husband. Pink wiggled her unkempt toes in Goober’s face. Goober recoiled in horror and tripped over the occasional table in an attempt to flee. Pink grabbed Goober’s leg and applied the figure four leglock. Goober screamed in agony, tapping the floor, alas this was no submission hold. Pink squeezed harder. Soon, the pain was more that Goober could bear and she lost consciousness.

Pink rolled to her feet, ready to attack. SteveC was moaning on the floor. Pink went to the kitchenette area and turned the gas stove on high. She walked by SteveC, kicking him in the groin once more. Pink peeked outside to make sure no one was watching. She walked out on the porch and lit a cigarette. She noticed her hand was steady. She took two drags, placed the burning cigarette gently in the slightly cracked door and continued her walk to Quilla’s.

WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 2

DebbieT woke the next morning, her head pounding from the two wine coolers and crying herself to sleep. Rising from the bed made her head hurt even more. She lay back down. “How did I get here?” she asked herself.

Call her parents neglectful, but no one simply took the time to tell DebbieT that she would never amount to anything. She was always a quiet dreamer who never understood how or why wonderful things never happened to her. As a small child she considered herself a princess. Her father would look down at the snaggletooth, frizzy hair girl with grocery store feet wearing one of his wife beater t-shirts.

“Alright then Princess, wave your magic wand and go get daddy a beer”, he said.

She replied, “ Daddy, I is a princess, I don’t have a magic wand.”

“Well, I is thirsty and I don’t have a beer.”

Daddy didn’t understand a princess’s world and mommy didn’t care. Mommy had a severe case of cauliflower ear on the left side due to excessive telephone use. DebbieT heard her mother say, “Hold on just a sec, that’s nice honey, go show daddy” more than “I love you” during her lifetime

She thought back to the time on the farm in Suffolk Virginia. She was not really happy there, but at least she was not alone. Her husband CC Dollar was there for a while.

CC Dollar started life as an abandoned baby at Norfolk General Hospital. As a small child he was raised by the group Misguided Orphans Lovingly Educated by Seal Teams. Even after the stern leadership of the Seals CC Dollar was confused young man. His teen years were spent at the Portsmouth Educational Naval Institute and School where he was a below average student, but did learn about raising sheep. Lacking intelligence, but large in size, he earned a football scholarship to Auburn. During his first practice he tore his anterior cruciate ligament. His leg never healed properly and CC Dollar left the team and Auburn, returning home to Virginia. Soon after he borrowed a meager sum from the Suffolk Farm and Credit and Savings and Loan and Bank to pursue a life as a sheep farmer. It was at the bank he met a teller named DebbieT.

DebbieT only asked him to open a checking account, but he took it as flirting. Every time he went to the bank he waited until her window was available. He was too awkward to ask her for a date so she took a chance. After a few dates both of them knew they could not find anyone better so they tied the knot.

Both of them were too shy and stupid to know anything about their own sexuality. CC Dollar felt a tingling in his loins when he saw her wearing a Kiss The Cook apron once, but he figured it was indigestion.

DebbieT knew there had to be passion between a man and woman for their marriage to survive. One night she gave up waiting. While he slept, she packed a small suitcase crept out the door and left him, taking the dogs with her. She wound up renting a modest trailer at WiregrassLive Mobile Estates.

WiregrassLive Mobile Estates...Chapter 1

PinkCamo, a longtime resident of the WiregrassLive Mobile Estates, could usually walk her dogs without concern for other residents or pets. Annie, the blind poodle, required a leash due to her demeanor around other animals. Eve, the Bloodhound, inspired more trust. Most residents of WiregrassLive Mobile Estates gave Pink a wide berth. Aggression was commonplace when she was walking the dogs; the poodle was known to attack too.

It started as a normal walk, but as she rounded the corner she halted as a DebbieT, the newest resident to WiregrassLive Mobile Estates, approached with two Great Danes, Michael and Lucifer. All four dogs immediately started barking. Both women were trying to restrain the dogs while screaming at each other.

Pink was first, “Got Dammit, I told you not to come near me with a dog!” her Kool cigarette wiggling between her lips.

“You didn’t tell me sheeet, beetch!” DebbieT spat in retort.

“Every-Got-Dam-body knows not to come near my dog!” PinkCamo exclaimed.

“Well Hells Bells, now I know!” DebbieT shouted as she was pulling her dogs away, adding, “Bitch” in a lower tone as she rounded the corner.

PinkCamo switched her can of cold Miller Lite to her leash hand as she proceeded to slap Annie’s head until she stopped barking. “Shut-Up! I almost spilled my beer because of you!” She drug Annie back to her trailer, Eve happily following behind. She threw the door open, escorted the dogs in and slammed it shut. Exhausted, she sat on her dog hair covered sofa, took a long drink, then an even longer drag on the Kool cigarette, sexily blew the smoke from her flaring nostrils and asked no one in particular “Who the hell was that?”

At approximately the same time DebbieT reached the remedial comfort of her new home. She popped open a Seagram’s wine cooler and lit a Kool cigarette herself. Overwhelmed, by everything happening in her life, the tears came. She sobbed out loud “Who in the hell was that?”

Want some Southern Hospitatilty, visit The BBQ Shack

This morning I checked my Google Analytics account. In the past week I have had visitors from 12 different countries. They are: USA, Canada, United Kingdom, Pakistan, Italy, Slovenia, Australia, Singapore, Turkey, Japan, South Africa and Russia. I want to thank you all for visiting and I hope you enjoy the site.

I want to tell all of you to come to the Dothan Alabama area to visit the BBQ Shack at the corner of Fortner and Brannon Stand Roads. I have been amazed by the generosity from the sweet owners Jackson and Rhonda, who have provided us with plenty of food during my mother in law's death.

We are members of a local community website called WiregrassLive.com. We barely know each other away from the site. I have only seen them a handful of times. But if you are from anywhere in the world and want to know what southern hospitality is all about, visit them. I am sure Rhonda and Jackson would take the time to get to know you and feed you.

I have to stop for a second. We never really asked for anything, they just kept bringing food and hugs. It means so much with a death in the family.

Okay, I am back now. Get choked up still. I lied, we did ask for something. Another banana pudding. But they would not allow us to pay for it.

The banana pudding is excellent and I also got to try the strawberry shortcake for the first time, also very very good.

I need to wrap this up, too many things to do. If you want some good Bar-B-Que and southern hospitality, visit the BBQ Shack.