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Chap-1 Momma excerpts They got to the house just before dark. After putting the basket of corn in the corner they took two ears and shelled them for popping right then. Momma started a fire on the flat top pot bellied wood stove. The girls mouths were watering, they loved their popcorn treat. Momma was moving the wood around in the stove getting it to burn hotter with a steel poker and Tracy started barking like crazy in that old hoarse sounding bark of hers when someone was around. Helen went to the window and looked out and said, “Here comes Mooch, Alice and he looks drunk.” Momma left the steel poker in the fire, running to the door to make sure it was bolted. Just as she slid the blot shut, Mooch stepped up on the porch. As he got to the door Tracy got close to him growling and barking, the dog could sense he was there for no good. He yelled, “Shut the hell up and get outa here you old mangy flea bag” and kicked Tracy across the porch causing her to yelp in pain. He had finished destroying her old hips that old age had been working on all those years. When she landed she still tried to walk, but couldn’t get her rear legs to move. That kick had broken her hip joint. Tracy was mad and scared for the girls and got up on her front legs and started dragging her two useless legs behind her trying to get back at Mooch. She knew instantly that he was there to hurt them. Mooch tried the door latch, but the door wouldn’t open, it was locked. He banged on it saying, “Hey Alice, Helen its old Moochy.  You got company, let me in. I got something for ya’ll”. He grabbed his crotch as he said this and snickered that insane laugh of his. Momma said “Mooch you get outa here, my Daddy and J.W. will kill you if they catch you here”. Mooch laughed again saying “ J.W. and you Daddy are over in Shoals getten drunk and I won’t tell them if you won’t, now open the door, I want some sugar”. As he laughed again saliva dripped from his mouth onto his bib overalls on his chest. Momma and Helen both yelled “Mooch you get outa here”. Giggling Mooch said again “open the damned door or I’ll break it in, I want some pun-tang and I want it now”. Neither girl knew what pun-tang or sugar meant, but his voice and actions let them know it wasn’t nice or good. Just then Mooch slammed his shoulder into the door, splintering the door frame. Both girls got up against the door to hold it shut, but Mooch was a man and pushed it open enough to get his head in. He started laughing that crazy laugh again and rolling his tongue out of his mouth and around his lips saying “pun-tang, pun-tang, pun- tang ole Mooch wants a taste of pun- tang”. Lust had consumed him and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He’ d been watching the two young virgins for over a year and had all intentions of deflowering them both. Both girls were nearly scared out of their heads. Then Momma’s temper kicked into high gear and she got madder than hell. With a great effort they shoved the door closed for a second and Momma looked around for a weapon to protect them with. The only way Mooch was going to have his way with them was over her dead body. She then saw the steel poker she had left in the fire. She ran to it and grabbed it, at the same time Mooch shoved the door completely open knocking Helen to the floor. The girls had changed into old flower bags that they used as night gowns to sleep in. Helen was laying there her legs splayed open. Mooch entered the cabin, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her creamy white thighs as she lay on the floor, he approached her  unbuttoning his overhauls and was pulling out his privates saying “I got something for you honey”. He took two steps towards Helen’s prone body. Momma went at him with that steel poker whose end was bright red from setting in the fire for so long and she said “I got something for you too, you little sawed off no good son of a bitch” and hit Mooch across the forehead above the right eye tearing off a chunk of hide and burning him at the same time. The blow knocked him silly. Mooch grabbed his head staggering backwards, screaming “You kilt me, you kilt me you dirty little slut”. By now Tracy had dragged herself to the rear of Mooch’ s left leg and sank the last five or six teeth she still had left into it, holding on for dear life. Mooch screamed again turning around to see what had him. He then stomped poor Tracy who gave out a loud yelp. He had crushed her old brittle rib cage. She rolled away mortally injured. Momma then drew back and hit Mooch again with the poker in the back of the head behind the right ear, tearing it off and knocking him to his knees. His hair was burning in the injured spot and blood was pouring onto the floor landing next to where his ear was laying. He was bleeding from his forehead, the back of his head, the spot where his ear used to be and from his leg. He picked up his ear showing it to Momma and said “Look what you done to me girl” and started crawling towards the door.  He wanted to get as far as he could from that hellion Alice Marie. He was mumbling out loud to himself, “You’ve kilt me and you done gone and ruint my looks, I don’t know how I’m a gonna get that ear back on.” He wasn’t moving fast enough for Momma, she ran up behind him and jammed that red hot poker into the crack of his ass, yelling “Get the hell outa here you sorry piece of shit and if you ever come back I’ll kill you for sure”. With that hot poker stuck in his ass Mooch hit his feet and went out the door like he was shot out of a cannon, screaming and yelling to the high heavens. He disappeared into the woods. They heard him yelling for some time and finally his yells grew fainter as he distanced himself from the cabin.