Hi:
When I was growing up in a rural farming community,some of my playmates were GIRLS! One of these Girls was "Belle"who was blond, blue eyes,and two years older. We first met when I was three years old and I loved her from that time on. Being a "Brat" I picked on her daily and Belle and I fought at least once a day and I always lost the battle. Every Kid in the community rode the same school bus to a 1-12 school. One afternoon when we got off the school bus another battle between Belle and me began.
Once again I was the "Loser" but this time I had a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothes. When I got home a spanking awaited me from my Mother for fighting "Poor Defenseless Belle". My "Defeat" was the "Talk Of The Area"
for a long, long time. Belle and I continued to fight until I reached seventeen and entered Military Service. While I was away Belle married a college man.
Thirty some years later I started as a Patrol Deputy for that County Sheriffs Department. One quiet day shift I was covering two zones, one of which was My old neighborhood. I stopped by the old General Store and introduced myself to the old same couple that had ran the Store forever.
As soon as They heard My name, They said,"Jimmy ------? Aren't you the Jimmy that Belle ------- beat up at the Bus Stop years ago?
Getting whipped by a GIRL is a reputation that stays with you forever!
P.S. I still am in contact with Belle and my feeling for Her has never changed.
Jimmy
When I was growing up in a rural farming community,some of my playmates were GIRLS! One of these Girls was "Belle"who was blond, blue eyes,and two years older. We first met when I was three years old and I loved her from that time on. Being a "Brat" I picked on her daily and Belle and I fought at least once a day and I always lost the battle. Every Kid in the community rode the same school bus to a 1-12 school. One afternoon when we got off the school bus another battle between Belle and me began.
Once again I was the "Loser" but this time I had a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothes. When I got home a spanking awaited me from my Mother for fighting "Poor Defenseless Belle". My "Defeat" was the "Talk Of The Area"
for a long, long time. Belle and I continued to fight until I reached seventeen and entered Military Service. While I was away Belle married a college man.
Thirty some years later I started as a Patrol Deputy for that County Sheriffs Department. One quiet day shift I was covering two zones, one of which was My old neighborhood. I stopped by the old General Store and introduced myself to the old same couple that had ran the Store forever.
As soon as They heard My name, They said,"Jimmy ------? Aren't you the Jimmy that Belle ------- beat up at the Bus Stop years ago?
Getting whipped by a GIRL is a reputation that stays with you forever!
P.S. I still am in contact with Belle and my feeling for Her has never changed.
Jimmy
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So, How is Belle?
