ass—how Claudine arched her back and begged for him to climb on top and yank on her long auburn hair. He just couldn’t deal with it. He had to be with her. He took her around, proudly. He liked to show her off. Take her dancing especially. This concerned a lot of the tamer people in town. They cleared the dance floor immediately and went home. They didn’t like the idea of someone cutting the rug with a 1000 pound artillery shell. The dance floor for Joe and Claudine was lonely, but he liked wheeling her around on her cart, spinning her romantically. Sometimes even grabbing a handful as he leaned her low in a dip. Also, Joe liked to take Claudine to the drive-in movie theater to see the black and white pictures underneath the stars. He’d buy them both ice cream cones and corn dogs at the Dairy Queen stand, smear them all over her. They cuddled in the bed of the pickup, making the truck rock—to the dismay of some of the others, who’d generally go and ask the cashbox-girl for their money back. Back at the farm, Joe took great pride in hosing down Claudine. Soaping her up into a fierce lather. Scrubbing her until she gleamed diabolically in the moonlight. They were married that fall. Halloween 1948. Claudine and Joe moved into a house on a plot behind the family farm. Their new privacy opened up much with their lovelife. Joe strutted around town even prouder now. Feeling like a true stud. He had the most beautiful girl. No one could top him. And she was an absolute vixen. Yes, and his touch made the vixen hum. He could hear it, the humming of her metal casing as he rubbed his body against it. What an utterly satisfying thrill. For two years the happy couple tried for a child. It was discouraging, though, because nothing seemed to work. To look at her plump curvy body, one would assume that she was as ready as the Fertile Crescent from which civilization itself had sprung. Joe made grander attempts in his love making. Pulling out all of the stops. All the moves that he knew. Nothing seemed to work. Page | 65
The Weekenders Magazine: Issue 2
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