A commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2025. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
Gettin' Sticky
by Fidget
Chapter 1
"Why don't you watch where you're going!" Katherine snapped, making a point to hold her ground in the middle of the busy sidewalk.
The harried young mother stammered an apology as she tried to wrangle her four small children out of the way. Katherine detected a strong southern twang in her voice, which perfectly matched the woman's unfashionable patchwork clothing and unpolished demeanor.
"Don't you think that was a bit harsh?" her friend Raven asked once they had left the poor woman behind. "It seemed like she was doing all she could!"
Katherine rolled her eyes at her petite, dark-haired companion. The pair of twenty-year-olds had met a few weeks earlier at their university, and Raven had been following her around like a lost puppy ever since. Katherine thought she was nice and all, if a bit meek, but there was no denying that the girl was weird.
"I just can't stand women like that - they think that just because they popped out some crotch goblins they should get to do whatever they please! Well I think that's bullshit! There's nothing special about letting some guy jizz inside you and knock you up. Why doesn't she just keep her legs closed!?"
"Sometimes it's not that easy," Raven responded quietly. She was looking up at Katherine with an odd expression on her face, almost a mixture of pity and eagerness.
All of a sudden Katherine felt an odd premonition that that she should give it a rest for once. Of course, her only possible response to such a feeling was to double down.
"It is that easy - she just has to do it! Hell, look at me!" Katherine said, gesturing proudly down at her full breasts, tight waist, and thick hips. "You think guys don't beg for the chance to get their little dicks wet inside this body? But you don't see me getting myself knocked up like some backwoods slut, now, do you?"
"Not everyone has all of the advantages that you do, Katherine." Now there was a look of warning in Raven's dark eyes. "If you were in her shoes you might act differently."
An almost fey wildness too control of Katherine as she doubled down yet again. "If I were in her shoes I still wouldn't have any trouble showing some restraint, Raven. Quit making excuses for her! Advantages or no advantages, in the end that woman is nothing but a redneck slut, and she deserves everything that comes with it."
Suddenly Katherine noticed that she was oddly cold, and that all of the color seemed to have gone out of the world. "Ok, Katherine," boomed a voice that was somehow Raven's, and yet somehow not. The meekness she associated with her friend's voice was gone completely. "This time you've gone too far. I think it's time to find out exactly what you'd do if you were in her place."
Katherine turned to see that the air had somehow darkened around Raven's pale face, except for her eyes, which now shone with what seemed to be an unnatural red glow. As she looked into the twin pools of scarlet Katherine felt her mind growing dizzy, and the edges of her vision beginning to dim.
"Raven, what's going on?? Who are you? What are you? I thought you were my friend!"
"I am your friend," not-Raven continued in her commanding tone. "I just also happen to be a karma demon, and your holier-than-thou attitude immediately drew me to you when I saw you on campus a few weeks ago. Since then I've tried my best to help you, to convince you to learn a bit of empathy for the people you share this world with, but I'm afraid this was the last straw." A bit of that meekness crept back into her voice, though her eyes stayed stern. "Friend or not, I can't let this one slide - I could really get in trouble, you know!"
Raven's voice sounded like it was coming from further and further away as the fuzziness in Katherine's head grew. "What are you doing to me?" It was like she was staring at Raven from the end of a long, dark tunnel.
"Just giving you the chance to walk a mile in someone else's shoes for once. Don't worry; I think you'll enjoy yourself - for a while at least. So, um, have fun! And remember to keep your legs closed!"
And with that, Katherine fully lost consciousness.
Katy Ann woke up safe in her four-poster bed, like she did every mornin'. She'd had the darndest dream, like she was a whole 'nother person, some high-fallutin' city girl makin' fun o' someone, though she couldn't quite remember what for.
Well, enough of that silliness. Her Pa's breakfast wasn't about to make itself!
She hopped out of bed and pulled off her nightgown, feeling the cool morning air coming in through the open window caressing the ample curves of her naked twenty-year-old body.
She hummed a tune as she skipped over to her chest of drawers, taking out a pair of incredibly short blue jean cutoffs and one of her Pa's old, ripped t-shirts. She slowly pulled the cutoffs up her smooth thighs until they covered her Shame, shifting her weight from leg to leg to get them up and over her wide hips in the process.
After buttoning them up Katy Ann ran her hands over her firm, bubbly butt, feeling a noticeable portion of her asscheeks sticking out beneath the frayed hem of the short cutoffs. She smiled to herself. She wore these shorts as often as she could, mostly because the boys sure seemed to like them, and if there was one thing Katy Ann liked, it was gettin' attention from the boys.
Nowadays they seemed to like her an awful lot no matter what she wore though, ever since her hips had gotten all wide and her big, soft bobbies had come in. When they did, all the boys she'd grown up playing with had started actin' all awkward around her, staring at her body with their eyes either buggin' out or all glazed over like. Katy Ann hadn't been immune to whatever it was affectin' the boys neither, and found herself searchin' out outfits that could draw as much of their attention to her body as possible.
Folk at church always said she favored her young mother, God rest her soul, who had apparently been quite the looker as well. Katy Ann smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she pulled the t-shirt tight around her big, jiggly bobbies and tied it in the middle - with her plump cheeks, dimples, and a light dusting of freckles under her naturally wavy, sandy blonde hair it was no wonder that all of the boys were crushin' on her. Which was fine with Katy Ann, of course, because she was crushin' on them too. She was all twidderpated, to quote one of her favorite movies, but she welcomed it, because tv and the movies had told her that was the way things were supposed to be between boys and girls, and it sure felt awful good.
Her Pa didn't see things the same way, for some reason, though he'd never say why. He'd just say "No boys!" in that gruff, no-nonsense way of his over his sausage and grits in the mornings, and then he'd leave for work, and that was that.
That wasn't enough for Katy Ann though. She liked the boys, liked them an awful lot, and they sure liked her too. Especially when she wore her short cutoffs and tied up her big bobbies in a thin t-shirt like this.
No matter what her Pa said, she just couldn't see the harm.
That was why she'd finally agreed to let Jud come over that afternoon while her Pa was workin' late. Her twenty year-old friend had looked so cute when he'd asked her, with his lanky arms that had recently filled out with muscle crossed over his chest nervously. She couldn't put her finger on why, but there was somethin' awful excitin' about the thought of being alone in the house with Jud, and it set her soft chest and smooth tummy aflutterin'. She was twidderpated, sure enough, and she couldn't wait.
Jud arrived about a half hour after her Pa had headed back to work after lunch, coming through the back door by way of the cornfield behind the house. Part of the reason for this discretion was the fact that Katy Ann's Pa had forbid her from entertainin' boys, but the other part was a deep, visceral awareness on the part of both conspirators that their desire to see each other was somehow taboo, something to be kept secret, though they didn't really know why.
They stood staring at each other for a second in the doorway, both feeling that odd excitement at this clandestine meeting growing stronger now that they were face-to-face across the threshold of the empty house.
Jud's eyes focused first on the thick, creamy thighs sprouting from Katy Ann's short cut-offs, and then moved up to her wide, healthy hips and the bare skin of her petite midriff below her tied-off t-shirt. Finally his eyes reached the twin bulges of her plump, firm bobbies, and something about the way they swelled and jiggled pulled at his attention. He could see stiff bumps in the middle of her bra-less mounds through the thin fabric of her white t-shirt, surrounded by intriguingly large, pink circles that he couldn't quite make out. The overall impression of her curvy, hourglass-shaped body was one of grown-up, mature femininity, and he was findin' himself powerfully drawn to it.
The young man didn't know why Katy Ann's body had started makin' him feel all funny this way, after they'd spent so many years growin' up together - all he knew was that he liked bein' here with Katy Ann now an awful lot for some reason, and lookin' at her body like this was makin' him want to get even closer. Katy Ann looked right, somehow, all young and ripe and ready, though he had no idea what she could be ready for.
Katy Ann was currently feeling the same way, though her gaze was on Jud's broad chest and powerful arms. She wanted him to grab her with those arms and pull her close and... well, she wasn't sure quite sure exactly what she wanted him to do. He just looked so strong and so manly and so deserving, though of course she too had no idea what that meant either. But whatever it was, at that moment Katy Ann couldn't be more certain that Jud was the right one to give it to her.
She finally invited him in, and she watched his strong arms flexing where they emerged from his rolled-up cuffs as he walked past her and sat down in a chair in the den. She went to get him a glass of lemonade before joining him and sitting in the chair diagonally across from his, her legs together and cocked demurely to the side as she'd been taught.
They tried to make small talk, but it quickly became clear that they had nothing whatsoever in common, and they both knew that wasn't the reason Jud was here anyway. Neither of them knew exactly why he was here, but whatever the reason was, they both knew intuitively that it didn't involve talking.
Even so, just being this close to him with nobody else in the house was filling Katy Ann with a giddy excitement, along with another feeling she couldn't quite identify - it was like her insides were being turned to the apple mush that Farmer Avery made his famous cider from, but in a warm, excitin' way.
Sitting in chairs like this suddenly wasn't enough for her - Katy Ann felt a pressing, urgent need for more privacy, a place where they could be truly alone together.
"Hey, Jud, you wanna see my room?" the bubbly twenty-year-old gushed, her round bobbies bouncin' a bit at the insistency of the question.
"I reckon I do."
Katy Ann grabbed his hand as she stood up, and they both gasped at the tingle that passed between them at the touch. Her hand was so soft and delicate, and his was rough and strong and masculine from working in the fields.
She blushed deeply as she looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, and then she turned and led him up the stairs to her room.
Jud followed, hungrily watching the feminine sway of her hips and the curve of her perky buttcheeks as they stuck out the bottom of her shorts. He had no idea why, but the sight of all those bulging globes of pale flesh triggered something in his twenty-year-old male mind, and he felt himself gettin' a bit rough and wild in spite of himself. It was kinda like the way he got nowadays when he was with the fellas and a cute girl walked by - he just felt a powerful drive to do... something, anything that could get her attention. It was how Jud had ended up with black eye the month before, but the cute girl giggling at him afterward had somehow made it all worth it.
Katy Ann opened the door at the end of the hall and led her strapping, testosterone-addled young man into her pink sanctuary. Cartoon princesses decorated the walls.
They sat down awkwardly together on the bed, not really sure how they were supposed to proceed, or even what they were supposed to be doing. They just knew that they couldn't stop there - something still needed to happen. Katy Ann was suddenly very aware of the closeness of Jud's body.
Finally he broke the silence. "Katy Ann, I'm feelin' an awful hankerin' to touch you right now. You reckon I can?"
For some reason that she couldn't understand, that excited Katy Ann even further. She realized that she did want Jud to touch her, and even though she knew somehow that it would be crossing some sort of unspoken line, she couldn't think of a good reason not to let him, and it was definitely what her body was tellin' her to do.
She gave in to a sudden urge to smirk and bat her eyes coquettishly as she softly responded, "Yes, but only if you're gonna be a gentleman!"
Awkwardly Jud proceeded to put his hand around her waist, tightly squeezing his strong fingers into her hip and thigh and pulling her against him. She tingled at the contact, leaned her head over onto his shoulder, and sighed. This all felt right somehow - a loud voice deep inside was telling her that this was exactly what they were supposed to be doing.
Even so, for some reason an image of her Pa flashed through her head just then, lookin' at her in his usual intense way and sayin' "No boys!" Even as the guilt of disobeyin' her Pa began to make Katy Ann wonder whether this was in fact the right thing to do, at that very moment Jud slowly slid his hand up her tapered hip and started rubbin' the bare skin of her petite waist, and in her growing excitement Katy Ann forgot about her Pa completely. She couldn't get enough of that direct skin-to-skin contact so close to the core of her body for some reason - it made her squirm, and before she knew it her Shame was startin' to feel all weird and tingly.
All of a sudden Katy Ann experienced another one of those impulsive urges to egg Jud on, to tease him with her body even though she knew intuitively that he was doin' just fine on his own. She was just so impatient though, and wanted things to get movin' along like she knew they were supposed to.
She looked up at him with her bright blue eyes, freckles, and dimples, and slowly untied her shirt while he watched. She wasn't sure why, but it just felt like the right thing to do, and sure enough, as soon as the halves of her Pa's ripped t-shirt fell away onto her chest - still covering most of her bobbies, though now with soft bulges of creamy skin clearly visible around the strips of light cotton - Jud's eyes hardened and his hand slid higher, brushing against the large, strangely appealing mounds that had grown from his childhood friend's chest.
Now that contact had been made, a minute later both of Jud's hands were busy under the fabric of her top, squeezin' and gropin' like his life depended on it, and neither of the young'uns seemed to be able to get enough of the sensation.
Once he started touchin' on her bobbies like that, Katy Ann felt her nipples gettin' all tight and pointy, like they did on cold winter mornings. This time, though, there was an ache to the stiffness that was almost painful, though it came with a tingly pleasure spreading outward and down from her naked chest that made her want him to keep going.
She felt her breath gettin' all heavy, and she wasn't sure why, since she wasn't runnin' nowhere. She was uncomfortable too, but it was a pleasant kinda uncomfortable, and somethin' deep inside her wanted him to keep touchin' her like this, to make her so uncomfortable that she'd be forced to do somethin' about it, though she couldn't imagine what that would be.
Jud's breathin' was gettin' awful heavy too. "You're feelin' real good, Katy Ann, real good. I didn't know girls felt all... good like this. I dunno if'n I should be sayin' this, but, um, it's kinda makin' my thang all hard. I know momma always tells me I'm not supposed to talk about my thang around girls, but touchin' on you like this is really makin' my thang feel good. Katy Ann, I don't suppose you'd be amenable to me gettin' out my thang for just a minute?"
Katy Ann knew that it wasn't proper to look at a boy's thang, but once again no one had ever told her why, and a surprisingly strong, primal curiosity made her whisper once again, "yes". There was somethin' forbidden and excitin' about seein' Jud's thang, and for some reason her own crotch was startin' to feel kinda squirmy at the prospect.
Jud began fiddlin' with his britches as he sat there beside her, and before she knew it, his thang was out in the open air of her bedroom, all six inches of it, all hard and standing up straight away from his crotch like that leanin' tower of pizza she'd seen in a pitcher book once.
Katy Ann gasped, and her hands flew to cover her open mouth in shock. It was just so big.
Jud couldn't keep his hands off her for long though, to Katy Ann's great pleasure, and so they soon went back to touchin', slowly scootin' ever closer to one another as Jud played with her sensitive bobbies and Katy Ann grew increasingly tingly and desperate.
And all the while Katy Ann was secretly watchin' Jud's thang out the corner of her eye. It was just sittin' there, all big and hard and conspicuous. It gave a twitch every few seconds that made her jump. She was tempted to try and touch it, but wasn't sure how Jud would react. Either way, she knew that Jud's thang was gonna play a central role in whatever was comin'.
After a few more seconds of explorin' the soft curves of the girl's twenty-year-old body, however, Jud was ready to make the decision for her.
"Katy Ann, I kinda wanna touch you with my thang."
The urge in Jud's thang was too strong to wait for Katy Ann to answer, so he adjusted his position so that he could slide his thang against her leg as he continued to rub her big, soft bobbies as he sat next to her on the bed. It was a bit of an awkward angle, but he couldn't seem to help it. His eyes grew a bit unfocused as he did so, and Katy Ann heard him lettin' out little grunts under his breath with each thrust. It was weird, but it looked like he was enjoyin' himself, and somethin' about it was makin' the uncomfortable feeling between Katy Ann's own legs get more intense with each thrust of the young man's hard meat stick against the soft skin of her leg.
"This feels awful good, Katy Ann," Jud growled. He didn't know why it felt so good, but it made him want to keep doing it, and for her part, Katy Ann had a powerful urge to let him. It was like she wasn't able to move all of a sudden, frozen in place by the powerful growl in his voice so that her man could keep doing what she knew he needed to.
After a minute or so of slidin' his thang against her thigh, Jud found himself slidin' up her torso a bit, and soon the big, swollen end of his thang bumped against the denim of the shorty shorts wrapped around Katy Ann's hips and coverin' her crotch. He felt like he wanted to keep bumpin' his thang into her torso like that for some reason, but the fabric was irritating the touchy skin on the end of it.
He realized that what he really wanted was to feel even more of Katy Ann's soft skin against his thang, and so her shorty shorts had to go. As bad as he wanted her to take 'em off though, straight askin' her to do it felt disrespectful somehow, and so he came up with what he thought was an awful clever question to ask instead.
"Katy Ann, Momma always said girls don't have a thang. Can I see if that's really true?"
Katy Ann felt a new rush of excitement tinged with nervousness surge through her tingly body at this question. She knew she wasn't supposed to take off her shorts and reveal her Shame around other folk, but, once again, no one had ever told her why, and Jud already had his thang out, after all, so it was only fair. Plus, for some reason the idea of her Shame being nekkid around Jud's big, hard thang was awful appealin' all of a sudden.
Jud slid himself back down her body a bit so she could undo her shorts, making sure to keep his thang in contact with the soft skin of her thighs as he did so. She just felt so good.
Katy Ann face burned with unidentifiable emotions as she slowly slid her jean shorts down hips that had widened as she grew into a twenty-year-old woman, her torso practically squirming with anticipation as she finally revealed her furry Shame to a man for the first time.
"Huh," Jud said as he stared at the oddly intriguing emptiness between the young blonde's plump, creamy thighs. "I s'pose Momma was right."
His goal achieved, he immediately got back to business, slidin' his thang against the outside of Katy Ann's thigh as he continued to grope her jiggly bobbies, enjoying the new sensations coming from the big, swollen tip of his thang as it bumped against the soft skin of his playmate's waist.
Katy Ann's puffy nipples were achingly stiff by this point, and she became aware of an oddly slick, almost wet sensation coming from her tingly Shame. Unconsciously, a mewling sigh slipped from her lips and she opened her thighs a bit, trying to relieve the growing pressure between them. She had a sudden, strong impression that she was finally ready, like it was time for whatever it was to happen, but she was at a loss for what to do about it.
Luckily, Jud's body seemed to know exactly what to do. Without really knowing why, he suddenly found himself laying Katy Ann down on the bed so that he could climb on top of her and start rubbin' his increasingly insistent thang between her thick thighs. He had no idea what he was trying to accomplish with this, what his ultimate goal with Katy Ann's soft, inviting body was, but somehow he knew that he was getting close, and that he had to keep going.
Meanwhile, after her inadvertent moan Katy Ann had watched as Jud's eyes slowly narrowed as he began to stare at her Shame and his hand drifted down toward his thang, and then before she knew it he was on top of her, pressing her down on the bed, gentle but firm and unrelenting nonetheless, squeezin' her bobbies and rubbin' his thang directly against the fur-covered mound of soft, sensitive skin at the intersection of her spread legs.
She instinctively knew that her Pa wouldn't approve of what they were doing, but she still didn't know why, and there was somethin' viscerally appealing and satisfying about feelin' Jud's weight on top of her, holdin' her down with his powerful arms and and his thang all slidin' rhythmically against her Shame like this that made her not want to stop. It felt, well, maybe not "right" exactly, but urgent and necessary and inevitable.
And all the while that unfamiliar tingly wet sensation between Katy Ann's legs kept growin', until finally she felt herself leaking out of her Shame, enough to coat the sensitive underside of Jud's thang with her slickness as he single-mindedly rubbed himself against her.
"What the heck Katy Ann? Why's everything feelin' so wet down there all of a sudden?" Jud asked, but then he instinctively took another long, lubricated stroke against the young woman's slick, viscerally appealing mound. "It, unh, it feels awful good, though, like when I use Momma's fancy shampoo to, unh rub my thang in the bath."
Katy Ann didn't answer, but instead obeyed a sudden, unexpected urge to open her legs a little wider. It had become clear that Jud's thang and her Shame couldn't seem to get enough of each other for some reason, and Jud was clearly eager to get their twidderpated parts even better acquainted.
That was fine with Katy Ann - her parts were feelin' awful twidderpated too, of course, with that weird, warm, wonderful slickness continuing to grow inside her Shame with each stroke of Jud's thang against it, and so as far as she was concerned they could do this 'til the cows came home.
Just then, however, Jud pressed his thang against Katy Ann's crotch even harder, needing more of that satisfying, slick friction now that her thighs were spread further apart, but somehow the angle was wrong, and he ended up accidentally plunging himself deep into the nubile young woman's Shame instead.
Suddenly finding itself squeezed in such a tight, slick, pulsing embrace, Jud's thang lit up with irresistible sensation, and Katy Ann's inexperienced and overstimulated young lover immediately lost control and began filling her body with his sperm.
Katy Ann experienced Jud's orgasm as a tight, almost pained expression on her partner's face shortly after his thang had slipped inside her Shame, combined with an oddly satisfying pulsing deep inside and a delightful warmth spreading through her trim young tummy.
"Jud, honey, what's wrong?"
He tried to focus his fuzzy eyes down on Katy Ann's soft, feminine features as his body continued to surge with involuntary pleasure inside her. "Ng... nothin' Katy Ann ...ngh. It just... nngh, feels real... nnnngh good." His thang had somehow forced itself as deep inside Katy Ann's slick Shame as it could, and he knew that it was spurtin' just like it always did when he stroked it too much. Once it started he could never seem to stop it, whatever it was, and it always got everything all messy, but this time it was spurtin' deep inside Katy Ann's powerfully attractive female body, and somethin' about that just felt right. Instead of feeling embarrassed like he usually did, he felt proud. He felt like a man.
Katy Ann noticed that the wetness in her Shame had gotten even more wetter after Jud's face bunched all up like that, and the friction of his thang against her insides had taken on a slicker, almost slimy feeling. It was weird and unpleasant and deeply satisfying.
Finally, Jud's movements slowed and eventually stopped. Katy Ann kinda wanted him to keep going for some reason - she somehow knew that somethin' important and necessary had happened, but found that she still wasn't quite satisfied. Either way, Jud slid his thang out of her anyway, and once again Katy Ann put her hands over her mouth as soon as it came into view, but this time it was to hold in a giggle. Jud's thang was so small and droopy now! And it was all shiny with wetness, and the tip was dripping thick, cloudy goo!
"Wow, Katy Ann, that felt, uh, awful good. I reckon I should say thanks." He started pullin' his britches back on.
Meanwhile Katy Ann lay there luxuriously naked on the soft bed, silently beckoning him back, but her body that had been so desirable to him just a few seconds ago had somehow lost its appeal. She couldn't understand it. "Jud, honey, you ain't leavin' already, are ya? Don't you wanna touch me no more?"
Jud, however, was suddenly wondering why he'd had such a hankerin' to touch Katy Ann so bad in the first place. She was still a mighty good lookin' girl, of course, but it was as though something vital had left him when he spurted inside her, and now he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. "Gee, Katy Ann, I oughta get home. I sure don't wanna be here when your pa gets back."
And with that, he buckled his britches, walked out her bedroom door, and was gone.
"He didn't even kiss me goodbye like the boys do in the movies!" Katy Ann thought indignantly to herself. She realized she was still lyin' nekkid on the bed, and became more confused than ever about what was happening to her. Why had Jud wanted to leave all of a sudden? Had she done somethin' wrong? What had they just done, and why had they both wanted to do it so awful bad?
Katy Ann still felt that urge to feel Jud close to her, slidin' his hard thang against her and gropin' her body like he had, especially after what they done, but she also somehow knew that the important part was over, that her desirable feminine body had done exactly what it was supposed to, even if she had no idea what it all meant.
Her Shame was still tinglin' awful bad, though, so Katy Ann reached her hand down between her legs to try to massage away the discomfort, but pulled back in surprise when she discovered that it too was leaking a thick, slimy white goo! It looked an awful lot like the weird stuff that was drippin' from Jud's thang before he put his britches back on.
Either way, it was clear that Katy Ann's fun was over for the afternoon, so she cleaned herself up like she did during her Unclean Time as best she could and pulled her shorts back up, but no matter what she did the goo leaking from her Shame kept her all sticky and uncomfortable for the rest of the evening.
A few hours later her Pa got home and they sat down to the dinner that Katy Ann had hastily thrown together once Jud had left. Chicken 'n dumplins, her Pa's favorite. Katy Ann didn't know why, but for some reason she felt the need to make up for what she done behind his back that afternoon, to make it right so that that nothin' bad ever came of it.
Her Pa sat there in stony silence as he ate, as was his way. Katy Ann sat across from him, still all sticky and tingly from what she done with Jud and his mysterious thang that afternoon.
"Hey Pa?"
"Mmm?" He muttered neutrally.
"I was wonderin' would it be ok to see some boys sometime..."
"No boys!" he muttered gruffly, and returned to his meal.
"But why, Pa? What's so bad about boys?"
"No boys!" he reiterated, and would say no more.
Katy Ann slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning in her four-poster. She was trapped in a dream where she was that same stuck-up Yankee city girl again, cryin' somethin' about pregnancy and "using protection". She knew that her Pa would protect her just fine from anything dangerous, but that just made the prissy city girl part of herself angrier 'n angrier. It had her in such a tizzy that Katy Ann almost woke up, but then her mind filled with a strange, calming red light. Her worked-up alter-ego fought against the light's soporific effects for a minute, but ultimately gave in, calmed down, and disappeared, leaving Katy Ann to sink into a deep, all-enveloping blackness tinged with scarlet.
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