The note was written in a scrawl
Joddie is Maggie's younger sister.

Chapter 6) Joddie
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Joddie was Maggie's middle sister.
Her parents were disappointed when she ran away and married Bob but happy the couple came for Sunday dinner once a month, hoping Bob would join the Church, only too shocked to discover Joddie had abandoned weekly attendance.
Joddie said, we move so often with Bob's job. The exact nature of his employment uncertain but he drove a different car each time.
Joel asked, oh are you in the car business? A prosperous choice of profession.
Joddie jumped in and said, Bob's a parts salesman. Which was sort of true when he wasn't dodging a gambling debt, laying flat-faced drunk in the yard, or stealing something.

Jodi was an excellent student in school but changed after her brother's death.
She was first at school to volunteer for community service, and still delivered baked goods for the church bazaar, but a smile was pasted on her face to hide a terrible addiction.

It was unavoidable circumstance that put her together with Reverend Dick, since he was probing the ranks of young people for sexual vibrancy.
He confessed lust for her, and she was flattered at 13. It didn't take long to discover that his attentions made her feel powerful and strong.

The problem started simple and became complex. By the time she was 15 it was typical for Joddie to engage with at least five married men in town each week.
Gaining their trust in exchange for discretion, and a slight payment.
Never with a younger man or a lesser man, she chose only those who would not speak a word, meeting briefly, very briefly so not to arouse any more of the man than he could muster in a few minutes.

Reverend Dick was a regular.
She would stay longer with him than the others.
Earnestly seeking his forgiveness and prayer.
They would repeat the prayer together with increasing rapidity until his confession was achieved.
Mrs Dick loved that Joddie visited her husband because he was flush with the spirit after she left.

And the music teacher.
Straightforward they met at his house sometimes twice a week. Him straddling the bench while she ascended and descended the scale from behind.
They practiced in one room while the music teacher's wife entertained a sewing circle in the parlor.

Jolie was quite the parlor lady herself.
Dressed in modest white, noticeable and rarely outspoken, people said she would look beautiful atop a wedding cake. That's why it was such a disappointment when she ran away with Bob.

The odd thing afterwards, why were so many men inquiring to her whereabouts?
Reverend Dick was especially worried that she was missing prayers.
Joel Winston became suspicious, but couldn't get an answer why these men were asking about his daughter.
Otherwise there wasn't a clue what Joddie had been doing to maintain her athletic vigor.
It must've been the bake sales.
Because yes… yes she received a small payment for each short visit with a man.
They would beg for a minute more and the price would go up.

She saved the money. It was put in a box in her room.
Her parents honored their daughter's privacy and the money wasn't discovered.
The box was overflowing with cash until there was another box and then another and another ... until the burden reached a point of frenzy …
she gave all her money to Bob.
Because Bob, poor helpless drunken con man Bob, was able to wash Joddie's soul of guilt and for those few moments of forgiveness she felt peace.

It didn't take long for Bob to get caught short on his gambling debt to Boy Johnson.
His only commodity was Joddie, and the price had to be met.
She was willing as to what he wanted, it was her escape.
God it's what she needed.
The lurid splash and pounding by a man.
Oh and she had a beautiful body, with golden soft skin, perfect to the touch.

Boy Johnson claimed Joddie, and put her to work at the high-end, sharing her goddess wet with the richest men in the state.
Then she would go home to Bob who calmed her with consolation while she begged to be innocent and free from this curse. Until next time the phone rang and arrangements were made.

Bob took the money, occasionally paying rent and buying another car to replace the one he lost or wrecked the week before.
It was this wretched life she wanted to escape.

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