Mine (Editing)

Chapter 1: Let's Talk About Sex

I was so excited about finally leaving my humble abode that the four walls in my room were finally closing in on me. I finally was tunneling out of my world of thick literature books and numbers. I could put my people skills to test, and Sunday morning at church did not count. I remembered envying the other girls in their nice blouses and slick skirts, while I still wore ruffled dress and socks with bows. Ugh. I could still remember my mother's horror as she took me to buy my first bra at the age of nine.

Pa had been working out in the ranch with the other farmhands. It was breeding season for the bulls, one of the females was swollen with babe, and she was expecting to birth any day now. To say he was busy was an understatement. Mother had plucked a chicken, and she planned on frying it. I was still a child, not quite at my pre-teen stage, but developed far along enough in the chest area to need a bra. Mother left a note for father got in the truck, and off we went to town.

I climbed into the gargantuan blue beast with silver handles and what not. I remembered being impressed by the function of the radio. It wasn't as if I heard music much. The station was always on the news. Bleh. How I ached to hear the latest trends and music. Still, I managed to contain my excitement as we entered the small boutique. The sales lady hair was pulled back into a bun. She had warm blue eyes and dark chestnut hair that had slightly faded with time. She wore plain black pump on her feet, slacks and a long sleeve collar shirt. I wouldn't know what it was like to wear pants. My parents insisted I always wear dresses or skirts. I rolled my eyes at their backwards thinking.

The woman smiled at me before the whispering between her and my mother began, immediately bored, I began to walk the store. I came upon panties that were lacey and bright in color. It looked really pretty and girlie before I could voice a question, my mother's stern face met mine. She seemed oddly flustered and flush. I didn't understand why she would look so odd until my teen years.

I sat in my room impatient as ever. There wasn't much to do. I had my suitcase packed, my journal that uncle Ray brought me years ago, sat buried at the bottom of the suitcase. There was nothing to do but wait for my uncle to arrive. Pa wanted me to spend the days leading up to the beginning of the internship on the farm, but uncle Ray insisted that I go down to the city a little early to learn my surroundings. He reminded pa once again, that in a few months I would be adult and able to make my own decisions. I could only look on as pa got red in face, before giving Mother a look and walking away. I was glad that I had an uncle like Ray to fight for me. I certainly wouldn't be reading literature if it weren't for him.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear my door opened. It wasn't until my bed dipped down that I noticed ma sat next to me.

"Ma is everything okay?" I asked, concerned. She looked shifty-eyed and she wouldn't look me in the eye. I hoped this wasn't anything serious. She tensed, and I dragged my hands through my long pale blonde hair. Why couldn't I have natural highlights from the sun? I was starting to think I was some form of an albino.

"Everything is fine sweetie."

"You sure ma? You seem jittery. Is this about me leaving for the summer? It's just a couple of weeks."

"I know dear. I just don't want you to get into trouble."

"Ma, what are ya talking about? I won't get into trouble. I have a good head on my shoulders. You and pa raised me. Remember?"

"Oh darling, I'm starting to think we did a very poor job."

I frowned at her. She didn't sound like herself.

"Never mind that," she said, noticing my furrowed brows. "I want to talk about sex."

My eyes traveled over my mother's face. She had a look of surprise and consternation. I had no idea how she managed such a look, but I wanted to know why her voice squeaked at the end. What part of the male or female anatomy did she want to discuss?