Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... parents.

"Well, if there is nothing else, I have an appointment with the mayor at noon, so I need to be on my way. "I'll call you tomorrow morning. Sandra and give you your and Kendra's appointments for Friday night. That means you will be on your own Saturday, lovely lady! Don't forget your sexy wardrobes. You need to get started today to be ready for tomorrow night!

"Good bye now!" and with that the Negro blackmailing loan shark left the restaurant.

Mom, Dad, and daughter sat in silence for another minute, still not wanting to eat, then slowly got up from the booth and left, since Dubois had paid the waitress a $100 bill, to include tip and the meals on his way out.

The ride back home to the Jackson residence was a silent one.

Chapter 3

"Laura?, this is Sandra Jackson! How are y'all doing' darling'"

"Hi, Sandra, we're doing good, how are y'all doing'?

"Oh, we're doin' good" Sandra said, knowing she was telling a lie. They certainly weren't "doin' good" after the experience of last night.

Sandra needed to get to point because she didn't have much time. "Laura, I know you are on the contact committee for our 20th year reunion this year, and I need a favor, if you don't mind?" Sandra asked.

"Why shu'ah darlin' what is it you need?" Laura always spoke in her Georgia peach drawl.

Sandra took a deep breath and asked, "I need a phone number or address for Connie Nix."

After a moment of silence, "Well, what eva' fo'ah?" Laura was always the ...

... nosy one.

Now Sandra had to lie again, but it was using her church as co-conspirator! "I've joined a prayer group down at the church we go to, and Connie's name has just been pressing' on my heart so much lately. I wanted to try to get in contact with her to try and be a blessing' to her. She's got a daughter' now don't she?"

A longer silence followed, and Sandra was afraid she trying to think of a nosier question.

"I'm looking' for her here on our contact list...yeah...here she is. She's living' over in that trailer park on the Forsyth Highway...I don't have her trailer number, but I have a phone number."

Sandra copied the number down...and hoped she could get off the phone with Laura before she would ask more nosy questions.

"Thanks, darlin'. This means a lot to me. Our group meets in 15 minutes so I have to go to be there on time but I needed her contact info...see y'all at the reunion later this year. Bye-bye now!" then Sandra quickly hung up. Sandra hated so much doing that, but she didn't know whom else to turn to.

Kendra sat and on the chair by her mother, watching her with sad eyes. Her dad was in the kitchen on his cell trying to get a contractor to fix the patio door and front door that had been blown and kicked in. It was cold in Atlanta this time of year, and all were wrapped up warm clothing.

Sandra looked the number a moment, looked at Kendra and sighed before she dialed the number.

"Hello," came the answer. Sandra trembled then took a deep ...