Sundrie Mitchell

Mother whelped me on a Sunday in A storm of curse words as if She was trying to push my stubborn little ass Into a place I did not want to be as if I had an opinion in the matter I suspect I simply slid out when she was not paying attention I was the youngest of 12 and Mamma had been told by the ladies of of her church that she should not have children and vowed she had been lied to Daddy charmed momma like a preacher though he had never seen the inside of a building where they had talked about Jesus the lord or anything that wafted of religion Mother denies any attraction to daddy though I suspect that this is not true. Lies say I as she lay with him enough to get quickened 12 times --that requires more than just a tasting. I suspect the taste turned bad as I waasbthe last whelp from that sire

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