MY BUDDY
My 13th year was not going well for me. My hormones were raging, my little breasts were budding, and I had a bad attitude. My parents decided it would be good for all of us to have a time out, and arranged for me to stay with my dad’s brother, Jerry, and his wife Kay, for a while during summer vacation. Jerry and Kay were younger than my parents, married only about two years, just starting a family, and trying to make a go of it farming. Kay was a typical country girl, always a quick smile, reddish hair and freckles, big breasts, and wanting to be a mom more than anything. I learned quickly that when she took her temperature then called Jerry in from the field, that I should go for a walk …