Miraculous Big

I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen?

Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a crossroads. We lived on a farm, and southern Louisiana humidity made it a suffocating place. Crops didn't grow, only weeds did. And

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