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Chapter 7) Joddie
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Joddie was Maggie's middle sister.
Her parents were disappointed when she ran off and married Bob Stewart. They were happy the couple came for Sunday dinner once a month and hoped Bob would join the Church, but then shocked to discover Joddie abandoned weekly attendance.
What happened? Joddie excused herself. We move so often with Bob's job, she said.

The conversation should have ended there since the exact nature of Bob's employment was uncertain. He drove a different car each time, and the new in-laws were keen to know more about this slick-hair man who married into their family, quite uninvitedly the more they saw him.
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 front yard, or stealing something.

Bob was a mud water leech for sure, but Joddie stuck with him.

Just two years earlier, she had been an outstanding student in school. The family didn't notice when a switch flipped off after the brother died.
She looked the same. Always first to volunteer, setting up for the choir and delivering baked goods for the church bazaar, but her smile hid a terrible addiction.

She had a prance about her that attracted older men, so it was no coincidence that Reverend Diik found her irresistible.

The man of faith had been probing sexual vibrancy among young people for decades.
It mattered little, male or female alike, he unyieldingly sought their mound until his charge was soothed.

The reverend confessed his lust for sweet Joddie when she was 13. At first she was flattered, but soon discovered his attentions made her feel powerful, unlike any feeling before.
It got bigger and bigger, massive and compelling, overwhelming like the ground was sucking her down in a whirlpool of dirt and only the power of sex and attraction could keep her alive.

The problem started simple and became more 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 lesser man, she chose only those who would never speak a word, and then meeting briefly, very briefly so not to arouse any more of the man than he could muster in a few minutes.

Reverend Diik was a regular.
She would stay longer with him, earnestly seeking his forgiveness and prayer.
They would repeat the prayer over and over with increasing rapidity until his confession was achieved.
Mrs Diik loved that Joddie visited her husband because he was flush with the spirit afterwards.

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 teacher's wife entertained the reading club in the parlor.

Joddie 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 Diik was especially fraught 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. At first it was in a shoe box in her room.
Her parents honored their daughter's privacy and the money wasn't found.
Soon 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 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 such a beautiful body ... golden soft skin with a light coating of silk hair that was perfect to the touch.

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

Bob took the money, buying nice suits to wear and occasionally paying rent while squandering himself to another car to replace the one he lost or wrecked the week before.
It was this wretched life that she begged to escape, and each night she promised herself that tomorrow would be different. It never was.

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