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Subject: {ASSM} The Summer of 41 {Simple Man}
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The Summer of 41 By Simple Man

   Brice Thickman was getting on in years and the thing still most
forefront on his mind was finding a wife.  Brice was totally blind and had
been almost since birth as the result of meningitis as a baby.  With no
more than a cursory education he never found a job he could do in a society
that shunned the blind, so on his own he began learning woodworking and
built sound and reasonable furniture for the locals in the town where he
lived.  Lived and worked, an old barn on abandon farmland.  Men from the
church would often bring him wood from which he would build, but carving
was his hobby and although sightless, he fashioned some of the most
beautiful statues of the church in existence today.

   Marcie Flanagan had just turned eight and all she had to show for it
were the tears she shed for being a plain girl with no future like the
pretty girls had.  Even her daddy didn't hug her or hold her on his lap,
her mother was plain and she was plain only worse, she had buck teeth that
made her look like a chipmunk.  There was, however, nothing wrong with her
body and she was developing nicely although nobody ever gave her a second
look.  One other attribute she possessed was a sweet feminine voice.

   Unknown to each other they were about to meet and nothing would be the
same again for either of them.

   Marcie's father did not mean to be unpleasant toward his daughter, but
in fact she was useless unlike a boy might have been on his farm and in his
limited mind he blamed his wife for this shortcoming and the rundown nature
of the farm he could no longer keep up alone.  The sight of his daughter
was not welcome either as she was not even a beauty he could one day marry
off.  Then as seemingly the last straw, his horse stumbled and he was
thrown down the ravine resulting four broken ribs and both arms broken. 
Late that night Brice had found him groaning in the dark and followed the
sound.  Hoisted up as gently as was possible he carried Jeb Flanagan and
followed his nose to the smell of cooking food.  Across hill and dale he
carried the man with little extra effort until they arrived whereupon
Marcie rushed to her father and guided them into the house and into the
bedroom.

   Brice vanished into the night as the women took to care for the injured
man, the scent of him remaining on Marcie's mind, filling her loins with
desire she didn't understand.  The night continued on until daybreak and
when Marcie arose from her bed, through the window she saw Brice plowing
the fields gently coaxing the plowteam onward.  His silver hair shining in
the morning sunlight.  A swell rose up in her throat and while the
remainder of the house was still asleep she slipped out the door still in
her nighty to cross the field where Brice was, she still had not thanked
him for helping her daddy.  Her footfalls on the plowed earth were easily
noticed by Brice and he halted the team and wiped his sweat from his brow.

   Marcie's angelic voice was like music to his ears and he knelt down and
removed his hat.  Within seconds she was standing within his space, her
little girl scent wafting into the old man's nose.  It was only then that
she saw that he was blind and her hopes soared.  She moved forward and into
his strong arms and for the first time Brice held a woman or what he
thought was a woman.  Marcie clung to his massive chest, her arms wrapped
around him tightly, he sighed heavily.  It was so natural, him feeling her
bottom and cooing up at him.  She had enough to make someone blind think
she was a woman and she was certainly never going to tell him otherwise. 
Then the rooster crowed and things went wild as she scrambled for the house
to get properly dressed.  Brice chuckled to himself reseated his hat and
urged the team onward.

   Marcie helped her mother with the breakfast dishes and the chores in
silence.  On her mind was the fact that he was blind and would never know
that she was plain and not attractive.  He was older though but that didn't
matter, he was blind and that was what mattered most and the fact that she
needed love for who she was and not what she looked like.  There was no
love lost with her father, she cared not if he lived or died and unlike her
mother who seldom left his side, Marcie literally forgot about him.

   As the sun rose in the sky the day became warmer and Marcie took water
out to Brice as he worked the fields.  Brice was large and muscular, well
built for a man and strong as an Ox in his older age, she knew he would
live a long time still and she would be his woman.  He took the water from
her and attempted to give her his thanks with a kiss but Marcie scurried
away teasing him he thought.  Back in the barn, Marcie placed a pitch fork
handle to her buck teeth and ran full bore into the barn wall effectively
knocking them out as she spit out blood for nearly five minutes. 
Preferring to be toothless than buck toothed when he kissed her she had
made up her mind and acted upon her decision.

   Dinner time came and Brice was clearly tired, but 2 acres had been
plowed and was ready for planting.  His large body covered in sweat and
Marcie right there with a warm towel to dry him off.  As she dried his face
he whispered "I like a small woman." into her ear.  She looked up into his
blind eyes that looked nowhere and let her lips touch his as light as a Bee
lands on a flower petal.  He gave out with a gasp and maintained his
manners as he sat down to eat, Marcie filling his plate several times.

   After dinner Marcie placed a large kettle of water on the stove to boil
while she cleaned up the dinner dishes and put things away.  Brice could
hear the water heating, the tiny bubbles at first and then the turbulence
as the water came to a full boil.  It was like listening to the sound of a
sunrise if there could be a sound.  Marcie led him out to the bath shed and
returned for the boiling water.  Brice undressed and carefully folded his
clothing.  Even at his age he felt strong and well fed as he placed his
fingers into the cold bath water.  Marcie returned and gasped which brought
a smile to Brice standing there naked.  She advanced after a moment to pour
the boiling water into the bath and then testing the temperature, it was
just right.

   Helping him over and into the tub he sat down and his muscles relaxed in
the steamy water.  Marcie then proceeded to wash him, head to toe.  Brice
reached up and felt her developing breast as she leaned over him only to
receive a faint moan for his effort.  The courting had begun.  Squeezing
her left breast and then the right produced wetness in her panties and she
spent considerable time on his manhood to ensure its cleanliness.  Pulling
her downward to him, Brice kissed her and confirmed his opinion, Marcie was
but a child yet, not a woman, and still he said nothing as his manhood
became rigid for her.  She knew her role; she knew how to treat her man and
she did not seem to mind that he was blind.  Child or not, he was falling
in love with her.

   The bath ended in a most erotic way with him standing before her and her
toweling him dry.  When she had finished he pulled her to him and kissed
her passionately, and then lifting her up into his arms with ease, he
carried her to the barn and to a bed of straw.  Marcie wrapped her arms
around his strong neck for the ride, pretty sure what was going to happen.
His kiss was special without the buck teeth and she knew there was nothing
wrong with her body save for the fact that she was still hairless, but
somehow that just did not seem to matter much.  It was dark, pitch black in
the barn and they were on equal footing now.  She wanted this as he laid
her down, his fresh Ivory soap smell combined with his manly scent sent
shivers down her spine and the wetness increased between her supple legs as
she came to rest in the straw.

   "My child, I have waited a lifetime for you in the darkness and now I
have found you.  Still a bit young yet, but all woman.  Still I shall not
take you without your consent."

   "Oh Brice, you know?"

   "Yes child I have always known, but with a kiss I knew for sure, and I
was flattered."

   "You don't mind then?"

   "Child, does it look like I mind?"

   Her cries in the night fell on no ears nor did the throws of pleasure
being taken in the aftermath.  In the darkness they were equal and it
sealed a bond between them in the act performed, one negro child and one
white man.  Out of the straw she stood, blood and semen running down her
chocolate thighs, water from the horse trough washing away the her
innocence in the arms of the man she loved.
   The End

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