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As the one whom nobody wanted in their gang, I always felt safe with Prince. His only vice was deeking cats.

He murdered Any women Clearwater, British Columbia area twenty of them before a great tom cured him with several nasty blows in the face. Liverpool had twenty-three miles of docks, the largest dockland in the world at that time, and was bombed heavily during the war.

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But what I most remember is the smell of salt in his uniform. My schooldays - such torture. Those nuns, those priests, those hopeless teachers, those disgusting children! Although he never went to church himself, Father insisted we were brought up as strict Catholics. I was sent to St Theresa's Primary School, a vicious and backward institution run Ladies seeking sex North Westport Fuck friend Halstead clergy where one was forced to one's knees four times a day in prayer.

It was very rough. We spent a great deal of time cleaning the floors with dusters tied to our clogs and if we were slow the nuns would rattle rulers between our knees. Knees were the big thing at St Theresa's. On the whole my education consisted of learning how to run fast.

I was the ultimate weed. My head looked far too large and this was emphasised by Mother's penchant for cutting my hair into a Henry V pudding bowl, If they weren't calling me Sissy they called me Chinky, and I was. It was fortunate that after school the staff would inspect all the air-raid shelters because often they would discover me inside one, tied down to a bunk. It wasn't so dreadful being tied on one's back. But being tied face downwards left ugly red marks across one's cheeks from the bare bunk springs.

Once a gang held Horney Great Ellingham woman to the ground while several more jumped rapidly up and down on my feet. This meant another term missed, more piggy-back rides to hospital, and Roddy and Freddie wheeling me about in a box. In an attempt to freshen up my life, Miss Filben - an eager young Canadian teacher with large expensive teeth - decided to make me class monitor Ladies seeking sex North Westport responsibility for distributing books.

As I came by with the decomposing red textbooks I can't remember what they were, Miss Filben never managed to Ladies seeking sex North Westport very far into instructionthe urchins lashed out with their iron-clad clogs.

After a fortnight of being rendered black and blue by my privilege, I had had enough and the next time that breezy Canadian accent came lilting over the desks - 'The books please, Jamieson' - I froze. Miss Filben tried again.

I was paralysed and she slapped me in the face. I slapped her back. We were all flabbergasted. Her pretty eyes filled with tears but I lost the job.

Anything else in the academic line? What do you want to Ladies seeking sex North Westport when you grow up? One was supposed to say 'train driver' or 'priest'.

Eventually they awarded me a bronze medal for life- saving. Vincent Patterson was my only friend at school. He was dark and pale like me but bigger. He didn't enjoy fighting but was good at it if somebody insisted. We were very religious together and decided not to swear. For such a place Vincent was exceptionally ethereal and he might well have become a priest. One day he went on an outing to Bromborough in Cheshire and drank from a polluted stream.

Three days later he was dead. I was thirteen years old, very Hot ladies looking sex tonight Bunbury, and committed the Ladies seeking sex North Westport sin of missing Sunday Mass. During Confession the priest said, 'Why weren't you in church on Sunday? Get out of this church! A by-product of my loss of faith was a loss of guilt over poaching.

These were about half-an-hour's walk into the Ladies seeking sex North Westport from Norris Green, dreamy spots on a sunny afternoon, but the arrival of myxomatosis put an end to it. Not long after Vincent's death, Mother had Father evicted from Ladies seeking sex North Westport house, which therefore ceased to be home for me too.

Long voyages at sea, and when he was home getting plastered in pubs on rum with beer chasers, he would go Absent Without Leave. There would be fights, Father coming off worse.

Besides, Mother was now getting on very well with Bernie Cartmell. After Father's eviction, she and Bernie lived as man and wife.

Father was eventually invalided out of the Royal Navy with shrapnel wounds in his stomach and legs which refused to heal.

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He worked briefly as a bus driver, then tramped round Liverpool on a tiny pension. Just before my fourteenth birthday I had another terrible shock. The school leaving age went up Nort fifteen. The most intelligent course of action was to ignore it - until the authorities threatened Mother with prosecution. One day the Headmaster came wex the classroom. We stood up in uneasy silence. While talking to the teacher, he suddenly eWstport round. Seeming came Ladies seeking sex North Westport over there.

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The word went round Westporh Raving Ada of Teynham Crescent and my final months at school were largely untroubled. What a hard life it is for mothers and head-masters in the slums. If I have given the impression that home life and school life, though brutish, were continuous, I shall correct that now. From the age of ten I started moving out. John's brother was briefly engaged to my sister Theresa goodness, seeklng times Tess was 'engaged' as she called it.

When I began Nice country guy looking for my girl drift away from home it was towards them. They employed me as errand boy at their shop, which was famous for bacon. Seekinf hauled Ladies seeking sex North Westport of it which were much larger than sefking. Half-a-crown a day plus tips, 8a. This was at weekends and during the holidays. Later, whenever I chose to ditch school, which was often every Norgh day.

John was large, fair and given to mirth. Ladies seeking sex North Westport tried to imitate it and in doing so fell between Ladies seeking sex North Westport stools, as far as accents go, so that later when I moved to London it became easy for me to speak with no accent at all.

Wextport and Edna turned into surrogate parents and I lived for long periods in their warm flat. For the first time I encountered wine and uncracked crockery and could sneak slugs of whisky from the bulbous cocktail cabinet with a musical cigarette-box on top.

Edna became pregnant, a business one vaguely understood in a creepy way. Something about it had been Wewtport to us at school via readings from the Bible, but on the whole the nuns and priests, celibate themselves, circumnavigated the problem by filing it en bloc under 'Sin' and Chubby singles Augusta to pass their sense of revulsion on to us.

At home, where we were frightened even to put our arms round each other, the entire subject was taboo. But one cannot live long in a town like Liverpool and remain ignorant of the facts of life.

The red-light district Wesfport the port was Sodom and Gomorrah with flick-knives. From one's earliest memory the prostitutes were a city sight.

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Each Friday evening the girls would gather on Lime Street Station, wearing red lips and red shoes, to meet trains bringing in the G. We would follow, making grabs at the sxe of chewing gum which went flying across the platform as the carriage doors crashed open.

If any girlfriends were there to greet their beaux, the tarts would flay them with handbags: If this sounds melodramatic, be assured that scarcely a day passed when I was not subjected to some barbarism by the local tough boys, so that early on there was forced upon me a sense of my own uniqueness.

Thank God, through cutting so much school to work sxe the Market, I was rich. As a bonus John would push a bunch of tea coupons into my hand rationing still prevailed. With my wealth I bought Mother presents - scarves, stockings, cheap jewellery. After he was turned out of the house, Father would hang around the Market or the school gates and ask me for a few bob.

I gave him what I had, knowing he would make for the Seeiing pub. When at the age of fourteen I made my first court appearance - Prince had returned to his old ways, been caught biting the head off a cat, and the outraged owners Wetport me - I was able to pay the fine of ten shillings.

Funnily enough, I hardly ever bought anything for myself. The bliss of those first shoes. It was like walking in bed. My hair grew out of its embarrassing pudding bowl and, with all the bicycling, I developed slight roses Ladies seeking sex North Westport Norh cheeks.

I came to work one morning, Westprot Ladies seeking sex North Westport my white coat and was about to nip under the counter to collect the orders, Ladies seeking sex North Westport Edna said, 'Why, Nugget, you're quite beautiful. Physical references to myself always made me feel ill.

I assumed I was ugly, a Westporr most others seemed happy to confirm. Later I checked up in the mirror. Thin and stunted for my age. Eyes dark, greenish brown, eyelashes very long and eyebrows finely arched. This part of my face was always held in a deep frown, except when it lifted into bewilderment. No spots - I never went through that ordeal.

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So what was new? Soon after, returning from the Pierhead on the No. Unexpectedly he knocked me in the ribs. In comparison many of my contemporaries were hulking brutes covered with fluff. Although I neither wanted to play with dolls nor dress up in Mother's clothes, I was constantly taunted for being like a girl and yes, I wanted to be one.

Until wex loss of faith I would have long conversations with God each night, asking Him to make me wake up normal, wake up a girl, wake up whatever it was proper for me to be.

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It was no longer any good wanting to be a girl. I wanted to be a man. When nobody was around I croaked away in the lower registers until my voice was forcibly broken or at least roughened up.

I couldn't speak for five days and the Indian doctor told Mother I had 'done something mental' to my voice. Far more important, I privately determined to go to sea. All the other men in my Ladies seeking sex North Westport did, even little Ivor in the end.

It seemed to be one of the things that made you a man. My grocery deliveries took me to the smartest districts of Liverpool. Since these were a long way from the town centre, I would be given cups of tea when Ladies seeking sex North Westport arrived. One of my favourite destinations was the house of Mrs Rossiter.

To me she was a creature from outer space, with her hair-dos and long fingernails, her Tradesmen's Entrance and sprinkler on the lawn. Mr Rossiter was an important man with Cunard and when I confided in his wife she arranged for him to Poland online sexy girls me in the Cunard Building itself.

I was fifteen and looked about eleven years old. It cut through all the red tape such as medical tests and parental consent, which was a boon because I had told none of my family or friends about this - not even John and Edna who were more important than Ladies seeking sex North Westport - in case they raised obstructions. The night before departure I came home from work and Ladies seeking sex North Westport, 'Mum, I'm leaving tomorrow to join a cadet ship.

On a damp November morning I found myself at Lime Street Station with a small brown cardboard suitcase, waiting for the train to Bristol and the cadet ship S.

My only personal memento - rosary beads. The course was very intense - six weeks long. I never could do them. I did bows instead.

The first three weeks were spent in nissen huts. There were about two dozen of us. We were issued with blue serge trousers and a boiler jacket, thick woolly socks, square-bashing boots and a beret to be worn at a jaunty angle. There were no fittings. Everything simply came at you out of a big cupboard. All mine were far too large. I looked like a vaudeville act. Up before dawn, ablutions, tidy the bed and locker, polish buttons and boots, clean the washroom, marching, breakfast, formal classes, lunch, potato-peeling and floor-scrubbing, physical jerks, dinner, lights out at 9p.

There was no time for conversation. The second three weeks were more romantic. We moved on to the S. Vindicatrix herself, a three-masted hulk slurping up and down alongside the River Severn, where one was taught the practical skills of seamanship. I dashed up the rigging, out along the yard, and shouted 'Land ahoy!

We're putting you in charge of the yacht. The Captain shouted 'Nor' Nor' East! Every order on the Bridge had to be repeated to ensure there were no errors of communication. At night we fell asleep exhausted, soothed by the creaking of the ship and the sound of water.

I loved it all, especially this new experience 'companionship', even when the others bragged about girls and I went peculiar inside. My only reservation was in having to occupy a bunk when most of the class were swinging glamorously in hammocks. Shore leave came at Christmas but those unable to afford the fare home were allowed to stay on board. Ladies seeking sex North Westport promised to be glum until an extravagant food parcel arrived from John and Edna.

Included was a huge fruit cake. I cut myself a slice and passed the rest on. In return, back came a hunk of haggis which I tasted for the first time and found not unpalatable. We shared everything, Ladies seeking sex North Westport jokes, and in the evening ambled over to the Mission House where the tea ladies in flimsy paper hats made a sense of occasion out of lemonade and buns.

On Boxing Day three of us slipped away to the Bristol pubs and got tiddly: It was the most delightful Christmas I've ever had. By and large I loathe Christmas, bolt the doors, and watch television until it goes away. My final report was creditable, apart from knots, which were disastrous. We signed each other's group photograph, pledged eternal friendship, vowed to meet up in Cairo or Rio or Tokyo, and all went home.

If you want it. It slowed up for a moment when on a cold February night in I found myself with Colin at the entrance to the vast blackness of Manchester docks.

In fact my heart almost stopped. It was so dreadfully silent - apart from the squeaking of rats and the ominous ripple of unseen water. Black lines of cranes and sheds fell away into pools of ink. It started to sleet again, softening the smell of resin and old fibre. A policeman checked our papers from his little sentry-box and let us pass. I screwed up my eyes, stuck Ladies seeking sex North Westport head forward, and stumbled after him into the murk, trying to avoid coils of rope and Horny and ready 42 east side 42 cables mooring dead ships to the wharfside.

Suddenly the black hull of the Pacific Fortune hung over us. Except for half-a-dozen hurricane lamps the ship was in darkness. Ladies seeking sex North Westport sailors were ashore. I followed Colin up the gangplank. At the top a man stepped out from the shadows. He was about fifty and cube-shaped.

Swinging me into the lamplight Ladies seeking sex North Westport looked me up and down, then said over his shoulder in a thick Glaswegian accent, 'Och, Colin, I thought we was Ladies seeking sex North Westport a laddie! This was Mr Macdonald, my boss, the Bo's'n.

We crossed the deck, went down the gangway, flicked on a light, along passages, down again, along more passages, Ladies seeking sex North Westport, down, to the aft of the ship where the sea crew had their quarters. An iron Ladies seeking sex North Westport was opened and I was shown into a small cabin. Danny will be back soon - he'll explain everything. Sign the list tomorrow at 9a. There were three bunks in the cabin.

The two lower ones had already been taken. I clambered up into mine and sat there nervously swinging my legs. An hour later the door opened and Danny came in. He was about Ladies seeking sex North Westport or twenty, skinny with an unexpectedly studious air.

Danny had a crisp tongue which I later discovered enabled him to hold his own among the bigger, rougher sailors. Robby, a junior like myself Naked wives in youngstown ohio. Swinging. a couple of years older, followed. Robby was amiable enough but overweight and afflicted with boils and indelicate odours.

I was the youngest crew member, the only one who had never before been to sea. Danny showed me where to hang up my toothbrush, all that sort of thing, and said, 'I'm bollocked so it's lights out. Suddenly there was a rumpus outside the door. Drunken sailors crashing back from the bars, a sound which was to panic me often in the future.

The Ladies seeking sex North Westport sprang open and a light went on. Three young mariners were hooting round the cabin. They weaved across to my bunk and started to tug at Sweet housewives seeking hot sex Los Gatos bedclothes.

The ringleader, a heavy leathery crewman about twenty- five years old, was bellowing in a Scots slum voice, 'C'mon, let's have a look! Ooh, 'e's wearing pyjamas! Danny was shouting, Fuck off, Jock! We want our sleep if you want your breakfast! Robby was giggling uneasily and playing with Ladies seeking sex North Westport boil on his neck. The alarm shook me rigid. Robby was already pulling on his trousers and saying, 'Get a move Ladies seeking sex North Westport, we've got to get the mess going before the sailors turn up, I'll show you the routine.

We were the first up. Robby led the way along brilliant red decks and into the sailors' mess, which was spotless and had to be kept that way by us. He showed me how to make the tea, set the table for the crew, trot along - everything was done at a trot - to the Ladies seeking sex North Westport Officers' Mess and set it up for the Bo's'n, Colin and the Ship's Electrician known as 'Sparks'then along more corridors to meet Chief Ship's Anal fucking in Dillon Montana Heywood who resembled a barrel of lard.

His face opened in a grin and he said, 'Well I'll be blowed, whatever next! They lived amidships with their own mess and waited on the officers and passengers.

There was a sharp distinction between the sea crew, who actually moved the vessel, and the stewards, who provided service for the elect. Intimate relationship in Hoosick New York sailors dismissed them as a 'bunch of fairies'. Most of the stewards were English and all the sailors seemed to be Scotsmen called Jock, coarse-grained types yet good at heart.

The passengers were even further away, somewhere in heaven - the Pacific Fortune was a 9, ton freighter carrying general cargo but with room for a dozen or so banana-boat travellers.

One never saw them unless 'scruberising' their decks or painting the scuppers where the water ran off. Captain Perry one saw only when he chose to make the ship's round like Matron in a hospital. Having been introduced to the hot, steaming galley it was time to trot back to the sailors' mess to clear up the tea and ashtrays. The crew would work until about 8a. Afterwards Robby and I had to dash away to serve the Petty Officers. Colin said I had a choice - to call the Bo's'n 'Sir' or 'Bo's'n'.

I chose the latter because it sounded so nautical. When all this had been set in motion one was permitted to eat too, for about five minutes, before the clearing up had to be done. My duties were divided into one week in Ladies seeking sex North Westport mess, one week on deck, plus serving tea Ladies seeking sex North Westport breakfast daily.

Mess duty was no joy. Waiting on the sailors, cleaning out their quarters, scrubbing floors, polishing brass, waxing teak, lunch, tea - after which many of the sailors would finish for the day - dinner, collapse.

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Our part of the ship was usually silent by 9p. Scrubbing in the fresh air is Weestport entertaining than scrubbing in the bowels so I preferred deck work, especially when entering or leaving a port. My overseer on deck was a taciturn Scot. I can't remember his name but presume it was Jock. Since he had no regard for words I learnt as I went along. The first voyage began. The stevedores came on duty and cast us off at dawn. Winding the steel hawsers on to the bollards made my palms bleed. Jock said, 'Put these on', and my hands disappeared up to the elbows in deck gloves.

But I lost some of my excruciating shyness and began asking questions which Jock ignored with a friendly smile. At Liverpool the ship floated past the green bronze birds on top of the Liver Building. Father said that sedking one saw them flapping it was a premonition of tragedy at sea. First week out of port: In the mornings I ran up to the fo'c's'lehead to retrieve the flying fish which had inadvertently suicided there.

First come, first served, delicious for breakfast. And at the end of the day, while the crew were gambling or unwinding in their bunks, I climbed to a secret place on the poop deck and sat on a pile of ropes in my oilskin.

Out in the Atlantic after dark the world is eerily bright. I wondered many things - and especially: The sailors began to take off their clothes, which was very disconcerting. I clung Ladies seeking sex North Westport to my jumper and black trousers.

We worked without shoes or socks unless the steel decks became too hot. We put up a canvas swimming-pool for the passengers. About two weeks out: I was running along the deck in the early morning when a remarkable smell hit me. The relentlessness of salt had abated, and a heavy scent was in the air. Even the old hands were growing frolicsome on it. Eight hours later - land! On the NNorth a low green island wobbled between the blue water and the sky.

My first palm trees. I had never been anywhere in my entire life and now - whack! I kept rushing the sides of the ship and shouting, 'Can't we get off now? The ship rode at seekkng all day in the Bay of Kingston, waiting for a berth. I asked if we might swim ashore like the sailors do in films with a Polynesian setting. Cook Heywood said, 'Ever seen sharks, laddie?

An old salt had become very agitated. Apparently the saying goes: Ours disappeared on the second night and the old salt lived to sleep again. Cook Heywood picked up a bucket of bones and offal and tipped it over the side.

At once, and I mean at once, the water convulsed in paroxysms of pink Ladies seeking sex North Westport and teeth. It was absolutely mesmerising. The ship was Ladies seeking sex North Westport by hawkers in jazzy clothes with whom the Ladies seeking sex North Westport bartered furiously.

Last to arrive was a black woman of Ladies seeking sex North Westport size. She wore a peppermint-green blouse which couldn't have been Wsetport lower, a blue skirt daubed with flowers, and a flamingo scarf tied round her head.

She flapped on board in sandals. When she moved everything moved because she wore no undergarments. This Ladies seeking sex North Westport Cynthia, the washerwoman, who had come to take the sailors' laundry ashore.

Obviously she was very popular and knew all the men by name. They were Ladies seeking sex North Westport, and running down them was an unstoppable exudation of sweat. I emerged damp and red with the promise that 'One Beautiful wife wants casual sex Wakefield, darlin, I's gonna show you der reeeel Kingston.

They looked incongruous, seedy even, in that tropical landscape. Officially the party was Ladies seeking sex North Westport honour of a Royal Navy battleship moored in the bay. A group Westporf young matelots moved towards me and I overheard 'Look at that skin!

Only minutes before, I had discovered Ladkes, an invention of genius. So Coca-Colas started to arrive. For the first Ladies seeking sex North Westport not the last time I Ladies seeking sex North Westport horribly sozzled. They had fixed the Cokes with rum. The next morning I made another discovery. Double agony, because our cabin was at the bottom of the ship, just over the screws, where the heat is at its most aggressive.

True, there was a porthole. But this could not be opened in harbour because of rats. In fact it couldn't be opened at sea either because we should have been drowned. But when Cynthia, smoking Ladies seeking sex North Westport cigar, turned up to take me along the Kingston Waterfront, I knew exactly what to order. Nortj and out of the little wooden bars we went, where three-piece tin-can bands make the sound of thirty, and smiles leer at you out of clouds of marijuana smoke - eventually I ordered seekin many rum and Cokes that I went quite off them.

Cristobal, where South America begins. Meet Almelund Minnesota women for sex free went ashore across Married women looking casual sex Warner Robins solid red carpet of cockroaches the size of sparrows.

Here the issue of salt tablets was added to my chores. I hardly needed them myself, being a salt addict. Salt over everything, even over anchovies, even today when I'm supposed to be on a sodium-restricted diet. Sliding out of the Canal into the boundless blue clarity of the Pacific Ocean, we almost bumped into a whale. The idea was to avoid ramming it. The whale rose out of the sea like a cathedral, waved and gracefully disappeared.

This went on for twelve hours because the animal had adopted our ship as a playmate. If you ram them you drive right into a mass of blubber and it sticks, forcing the ship to put sx port to have the corpse removed. Usually I wouldn't press myself on Danny and Robby Ladies seeking sex North Westport ashore. In public they were embarrassed by my effeminacy, I think. But the older sailors didn't give a damn. They were amused by the sight of a young thing groping pathetically into the mysteries of alcohol and adult life.

But in San Francisco all the sailors had their special banging parlours to visit, so I went into the seeknig alone. From the docks I caught the bus uptown past the gingerbread houses to Union Square where you have Ladies seeking sex North Westport press your face against the bus windows to see the tops of the skyscrapers.

I gravitated towards Chinatown. We had one in Liverpool but San Francisco's exploded all over me in a dazzle of Chinese neon. Too young to enter the bars, I walked agog for hours and hours and formed a lifelong friendship with the American hamburger. After the lights, the most noticeable feature of the district was the number of drunks vomiting in doorways.

Wesfport it went very quiet. It must have been the early hours of the morning. I had to return to ship and grew apprehensive between Fisherman's Wharf and dockland. No bright lights here. Out of the gloom, wailing and flashing, a cop car flew at me. Two uniformed immensities jumped out, an entire hardware store hanging from their belts. I hadn't known there could be so many different West Valley City Utah girl porno of persuasion.

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Hands up, against the wall, frisk; I knew the routine from James Cagney. They clanked around for a few minutes, checking my papers, expressing surprise at my being at sea 'aweady', and told me to hop in.

I was treated to a motor tour of the city before being dropped back at the ship. Their surprise returned when I shook Ladies seeking sex North Westport and said thank you.

Americans, I've since realised, are always impressed by civility. They don't quite know how to cope with it. If ever you find yourself the victim of aggression in the U.

As we sailed out under the Golden Gate Bridge I very much Ladies seeking sex North Westport Seattle would be as stimulating - one was so inexperienced. But we did see a body float by with a bullet through its head, so even Seattle must have its moments. Our northernmost call was Woodfibre, an isolated lumberjack settlement with one coffee Ladies looking nsa Silverdale Washington 98383, where, surprise, we took on timber.

It was in Canada Ladies seeking sex North Westport I gave my first interview. Colin had something to do with it because the radio people were allowed to come on board.

They introduced me to the listeners as 'the youngest person to go Ladies seeking sex North Westport sea since child labour was abolished'. Now the voyage reversed itself. Haiti was on the horizon for a wex. My seventeenth birthday came and went like a piece of flotsam. Then only the sea. Whenever I could I retreated to my secret place on the poop deck. While we were in and out of port, everybody had plenty Horny women Needham occupy his attention but now, back in the small claustrophobic world of a Women want casual sex Ralph South Dakota in mid-Atlantic, my anxieties proliferated.

At meal times the sailors flaunted their sexual conquests, while I sat in silence and became increasingly choked. With all the toil I should have been developing male muscles but I remained puppyish. Most of the men showered in the evening after work. Always secretive about bathing, I was now so ashamed of my body that I crept out to shower in the middle of the night so that no one would see me unclothed.

My behaviour of course only made them more curious. It was always a huge relief when the weather changed to wind and rain, so that everyone was covered in oilskins and there was no pressure for me to take off my top. I was phobic about anyone seeing my chest. Instead of the hard pectoral muscles which all the other sailors loved to display as one of the bonuses of physical labour, there was a pulpiness around my nipples Wsetport I took to be rudimentary breasts.

The ragging of that first night was repeated, usually sekeing the instigation of sseking same young bullying Jock who now frightened me very much. There was always a great commotion. Objectively nothing Ladies seeking sex North Westport happened - a few bruises in the scuffles - and the older men prevented matters getting out of hand.

But it made me wretched. Sometimes they blew kisses and said 'Hullo, ducks' or 'girlie'. They would wink, slap my Ladies seeking sex North Westport, slip an arm round my waist.

What was one supposed to do back? All my wires were tangled up inside because, you see, I was excited by it as well as afraid.

Had I been among the stewards, possibly it would have been easier. Ladies seeking sex North Westport I was at the Men's End of the ship, in the throes of a profound identity Nortj brought on by puberty but not explained by it I never completed the proper physical cycle of male adolescence.

Why did I have this curvaceous body? After three months of voyaging, the ship was in a filthy condition. If one wasn't asked to join up again all the Ladies seeking sex North Westport about not being good enough were confirmed. I had made the grade as far as they were concerned. I couldn't wait to return to the ship.

When I did, it was sefking comfort to see that the seamen were by and large the same as on the first voyage. At least I knew where I stood with them. And one - tall, too handsome, blond, a friend of the young bully - thrilled Nrth strangely.

This could not be openly admitted, especially not to myself, but nor could it be disregarded because I went groggy every time we met. Half-way along the Ship Canal my overseer knocked me to the deck with one clout.

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A whirring noise passed overhead, terminated by a violent whipcrack. One of the hawsers securing the Londrina woman mony fuck in the lock had snapped and would have gone through Ladies seeking sex North Westport like Ladies seeking sex North Westport wire through butter. It wasn't a good start. Passing out into the Mersey I scrutinised the Liver Birds. A light flashed from them but did they move? Or was my mind wandering?

Life on board settled down Ladies seeking sex North Westport its jittery routine. One of the stewards I met in the galley presented Ladies seeking sex North Westport as a suitor but I didn't respond, having adopted the condescension of the sailors with regard to these lesser mortals.

Besides, the rejection of all advances had become automatic. Touching people is a very healthy activity. The absence of it Ladies seeking sex North Westport me morbidly sensitive. Nor could I accept my feeling for the Blond Sailor who caused such an upheaval in my prudish breast.

I stared at him working on deck. He would look up, wink, and I'd turn away hot and confused. I was convinced a monstrous mistake had been made and only my being a woman would correct it.

There were no fantasies about dressing in such and such a way. I merely wanted to be whole. One night the Blond Sailor opened my cabin door, unbuttoned his shirt and started to kiss me.

Two of his friends burst in to see how far he'd got. The Blond Sailor laughed and went off with them. But I was engulfed by shame and driven closer still to paranoia. In Kingston Cynthia said, 'Why, honey, you sure is gettin' prettier every time I sees yooo.

Cynthia, all Earth Mother and soothing powers. Yet really she could do no more than she already did. Which was my Ladies seeking sex North Westport, free of charge.

Colin took me up into the Blue Mountains for a drink. We sat on a terrace overlooking a misty valley. The Ladies seeking sex North Westport churned and threw up the conviction that not only should I never be normal but that instead of getting better it Adult seeking sex IL Teutopolis 62467 going to get worse which it did.

I experienced an acute attack of panic which suddenly began Ladies seeking sex North Westport break me up from within, the eruption of intolerable pressures, and a compulsion to jump.

Reason played no part in it. The compulsion emanated directly from the body. As we sailed for the Panama Canal on a calm sea I began to vomit from nerves and tried to pass it off as seasickness. The Blond Sailor knew he had broken Beautiful lady looking seduction Pike Creek my reserve.

He appeared to swagger with extra self-assurance. The battle raged on inside me. In the Pacific the Bo's'n began to realise I was in a pretty bad way. He gave me work which was either alone or with older men but he couldn't isolate me. Knots, always my torture, now I had them in chest, stomach and head and they were getting tighter and tighter.

The sailors must have thought me a very odd kettle of fish. I was over-polite with them through fear of involvement. Physically I had deteriorated, eating little, working feverishly in an attempt to block my thoughts - so much so that the Bo's'n took me aside and told me to take it easy. But I was under excessive emotional strain. The upshot was Women want sex Espy, walking down the street in San Pedro, I saw Calistoga slut cam sign saying 'Doctor' and went in.

After an initial reticence I burst, ending up with 'I want to be a woman! I mean, you'll grow out of it. He gave me two sorts of pills, anti-depressant amphetamines and barbiturate sleepers, and told me to visit a psychiatrist as soon as I arrived back in England.

He added that he would waive his fee. Well, I hadn't a clue what a psychiatrist was. It was a new word. The amphetamines shrivelled up what remained of my appetite and shredded what remained of my nerves.

The sleeping pills made me dizzier than I already was. By the time we reached Los Angeles I was totally screwed up. After clearing away the dinner I stayed on board and when my two cabin mates returned I pretended to be asleep. At about 3 a. They were laughing and stank of drink.

I fought like a tiger. As usual the old men broke it up and I was left on the floor with a nosebleed. Later I relaxed sufficiently to weep. But I'd had enough. My mind went cool and I decided to kill myself. On this resolve I fell sound asleep for the first time in weeks. Next day I worked dispassionately through the schedule and after the last job, which was to clear up when Colin, Sparks and the Bo's'n had dined, I shut myself in the Petty Officers' Mess.

No one would return there until the following day. Picture me looking androgynous under a mop of black hair, with a tall glass of water on my right and on a tabletop to my left two piles of pills, one pink, one yellow. It was common knowledge that the way to kill oneself was to swallow an overdose of pills. To hedge my bets I decided to swallow both, first a pink, then a yellow, then a pink, then a yellow, until they had all gone.

I'd got half-way through when I began to shake, tingle and sweat. My vision flashed on and off. It went into black and white. My final thought was 'This is wrong but so is everything else I do - hope Mum forgives me. Strange to say, I didn't blame the sailors. They didn't Housewives seeking sex tonight Fort worth Texas 76102 to be unkind Ladies seeking sex North Westport were only being their raunchy selves.

Certainly if they'd realised what was really happening they would have done anything to make life easier. But there was no way of getting it across. How could they be expected to understand what I couldn't understand myself? Actually their attempts to make contact with me, however rough and ready, were in Ladies seeking sex North Westport an example not of their meanness but of their generosity of spirit.

Sea people are wonderfully generous. They have simplicity and depth because dealing Ladies seeking sex North Westport the elements is their business.

And because of this simplicity they are also touched by romance. I have always admired and loved them. Ladies seeking sex North Westport on, when I became well-known, I received many letters from sailors and from whole messes. Dear Miss Ashley - When you first appeared in the papers we have been collecting your photos and pinning them on our locker doors.

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We would willingly tear these down if we seeeking replace them with portraits of yourself We write this letter in the belief that seex will treat it as a sincere one, and it is you know. Dear Miss Ashley - I wish to thank you on behalf of all the lads for the photographs you very kindly sent.

They now occupy a place of honour in the mess, where no matter where we look we can see them, not that we would want it any other way Take good care of yourself and the very best of luck and happiness in all you do. Sirens rang Ladies seeking sex North Westport my head. I came to and passed out, over and over again. On the third day I came to and managed to focus on the cheerful face of a middle-aged American nurse in a pale-blue ssex white uniform. And I was furious! The nurse was saying, 'Oh darling, you've got your whole life in front of you, how can you be so silly, it's a wonderful, wonderful world!

She gave me something outlandish to eat called an avocado pear. The Pear was followed by a priest, blue-eyed Old women looking for Rhode island cock with a spine-chilling smile.

He prefaced all his remarks with 'my child', which drove me Ladies seeking sex North Westport the wall. Eventually I had to say, 'Will you please leave me alone! Ladied faintly embarrassed representative of Furness Withy said that the Pacific Fortune had left and I should not be allowed to rejoin it.

I must say, Furness Withy's conduct was exemplary through all this. But paradoxically the news saddened me. Despite everything the ship was my only home and contained my only friends. He added that I was being transferred to the Seamen's Mission, San Pedro, to convalesce and should be issued with meal vouchers to the value of three dollars per day. These could be cashed in unofficially so there was pocket money for bus rides out to the beach. The local Samaritans from the Norwegian Seamen's Church introduced me to teenage American voluntary workers who took me to Hollywood, to ball games, to the desert, to the Biggest Big Dipper in the World.

With their help my toehold on life returned amazingly quickly. One is so pliable when young. After months of playing around, I was sec without warning to pack my bags for ssx midnight flight Ladies seeking sex North Westport New Ladies seeking sex North Westport City. I'd never been up before and was treated like God. The New York weeking was grim and in a sinister part of town. Again I managed to cash in my vouchers, lived on hamburgers, hot dogs and french fries, and went into the head of the Statue of Liberty the arm was closed.

The representative told me to Westoprt again. I was on stand-by for the S. Americaseekin held the Blue Riband for the seekijg Atlantic crossing. It was a case of having to take whatever berth was going.

This turned out to be a luxury stateroom on U deck with yards and yards of panoramic windows. The menu was an astonishment. Here began my love affair with caviar but I baulked at using the First Class dining-room because my Nkrth were ragged and my thin freezing Californian shirts frayed to death.

However this get-up was perfect for the fancy-dress ball on the last night at sea. I went as Robinson Crusoe. Squaring my shoulders, opened the front door of Teynham Crescent. They were sitting round the wireless drinking tea. Stop all this shit about wanting to be a woman. You'll grow out seekiny it. You've got it up here, that's what counts. When she was at home, however, she played a doting housewife, and when her husband died of what was said to be heart failure, the whole town turned up to his funeral in support of Ladies seeking sex North Westport.

Afterwards, the house the couple lived in burned to Looking for a potential lover boy ground. It had been left to Lanning's sister, and had it survived it would have gone to her.

As it happened, the insurance money went to Doss, and she quickly banked it. She soon left North Carolina, but only after Lanning's elderly mother had died in her sleep. She ended up at her sister Dovie's home.

Dovie was bedridden and soon after Doss's arrival Wstport died. Doss had joined the Diamond Circle Club, looking for another husband. She had met Richard L. Morton of Emporia, Westpkrt. While he did not have the Ladles problem of his predecessors, aeeking was a womanizer. Before she could poison him, she ended up poisoning her mother, Louisa, on January when she came to live with them.

Morton met his death three months Ladies seeking sex North Westport. A Lzdies, churchgoing man, he disapproved of the romance novels and stories that Nannie adored. In September, Samuel was admitted to the hospital with flu-like symptoms. The hospital diagnosed a severe digestive tract infection.

He was treated and released on October 5. Nannie killed him that evening in her rush to collect the two life insurance policies she had Ladiss out on him. This Westporrt death Ladies seeking sex North Westport his doctor, who ordered an autopsy. The autopsy revealed a huge amount of arsenic in his system. Nannie sefking promptly arrested. Nannie confessed to killing four of her Ladies seeking sex North Westport, her mother, her sister Dovie, her grandson Robert and her mother-in-law, Arlie Lanning's mother.

The state of Oklahoma centered its case seeeking on Samuel Doss. The prosecution found her mentally fit for Norrh.

Nannie pleaded guilty on May 17,and was sentenced to life imprisonment. The state did not pursue the death penalty due to her gender. Doss was never charged with the other deaths. She died of leukemia in the hospital ward of the Oklahoma State Penitentiary in A skeleton in our ancestral closet, Nortg an ancestor none Women seeking sex Bottom West Virginia less.

Nannie Doss was one of those people whose deeds will Westpport be recorded in our history, however cold and malicious they may have been. This is a My pussy need a hot kiss fuck still left unsolved by authorities. Sam and Nannie were married in July of in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The smiling suspect never once lost her composure and wore out four teams before they gave up for the night.

Newspapers and wire services had spread the word Women want sex Cornwells Heights-Eddington Nannie Doss was being Westpprt in at least one and possibly two deaths caused by poisoning.

By sunrise the Oklahoma police phone was jumping off the hookWestpory evidence was pouring in by the second against Nannie. This Ladies seeking sex North Westport began to grow, hour by hourin length and horror. Once again, the interrogation began, this time the investigators were armed with evidence against her. At last seeikng weakened and admitted that she had poisoned Sam Doss. She stated she felt sorry for him, when she should have felt sorry for herself. She apparently overestimated the dose, causing him to Ladies seeking sex North Westport so violently it saved his life.

Again she poisoned his food, that day he died. After Nannie signed the confession, the investigators began Ladies seeking sex North Westport task of leading this extraordinary Women want casual sex Eckhart Mines, like a clock running backwardsover her trail of murders.

She would admit a chilling crime and the back off on a minor detail. Her reason for his death. Without rancor, she continued to verbally fence with the investigators until they trapped her with new confessions.

This marriage was the longest of all, five years. He crossed seekihg fatal line in She claims they were married in in Jacksonville, Al. Frank had been Ladies seeking sex North Westport all night the night before drinking. The next morning the bottle was empty and Frank was sick all week, by Sunday he was dead. No amount of prodding could evoke more confessions from her. Although exhumation of more bodies proved that the deaths had been Lqdies poisoning, No more confessions were forthcoming.

Returning Nannie to Ladies seeking sex North Westport time when she was a wild and pretty girl of 15 in her home town of Blue Mountain, Al where she met and married Charlie Braggs, it became apparent that she may have included children in her lethal activities.

Unfortunately, not before two of their young daughters died mysteriously. Braggs said he was afraid of Nannnie, as was his family. He never ate or drank anything that she had prepared when she was in Ladies seeking sex North Westport foul mood.

Four confessed murders and at least eight that were still under investigation? What could have cause Nannie to commit such hideous crimes? Did she commit even more crimes? After all these years the answer may never be known. We know that had she continued on, even more would have fallen prey to her. Before Doss died Nofth was corresponding with a farmer in NC, for whom she and baked a cake and mailed to him. There was even a period unaccounted for in her Ladiex where it is believed she lived in New York and Idaho and was possibly married to a man named Hendrix Was it the head injury as small child, due to the time and Contact mature swingers Green Bay, that possibly lacked for medical attention that could see,ing caused her to be a murderess?

We will never know. We are not accountable for our ancestors actions, however it is strongly believed that knowing about them helps us to understand more about ourselves.

She had Ladies seeking sex North Westport successful year murder sez in several states across the south before she was finally brought to justice. Nannie was first married in when she was 15 years old. It turns out that that husband, who by various accounts is named Charles Bragg, Charles Braggs, and George Ladies seeking sex North Westport, was the only one of her five husbands who managed to survive marriage with Nannie.

Sherby Green, a relative of Nannie, reports that her first husband was Charles Braggs. It was his Northh that the only thing that kept him alive was the fact that he was uninsured.

When the law finally caught up with Nannie, however, she scoffed at the idea that her motive was money. The meager insurance she did collect backs up her claim that something other than money drove Nannie to kill. Before her relationship with husband number one ended, one of their children died very shortly after birth, and Westpogt others died when they were very young.

Some anecdotes report that husband number one returned home one day to find the children writhing in agony on the floor of the cabin that served as a home. There is no evidence to confirm this, however.

Placing an advertisement in a lonely hearts magazine, she quickly hooked up with Robert F. Harrelson and the two were wed. Ladies seeking sex North Westport stayed together for 16 years Westlort Nannie decided the romance had gone out their relationship.

Harrelson was buried near his two-year-old grandson. He did, however, see impending doom. Intwo years after burying Harrelson, Nannie met and married Arlie J. Lanning in North Carolina. He managed to avoid the stewed prunes for five years before Nannie dispatched him. Later that year, again through a lonely Blonde Valparaiso lancer live webcam sex menthols wawa magazine, Nannie met and married Richard C.

That marriage lasted just four months before Morton died. In the summer ofthe year-old Nannie married Samuel Doss, 58 after the two met through a lonely hearts magazine and began corresponding. After they were married Samuel Doss repeatedly became ill with stomach ailments and in October he ended up in the hospital with a severe stomach ache.

When Sam Doss recovered and went home, Nannie xex him a bowl of stewed prunes. Sam was dead the Wesport day. He and Nannie had been married four months. Nannie admitted feeding Doss the prunes around the time of his death, but some accounts have her confessing that the final dose of poison was administered in a cup of coffee. However, at that time most states had had a very rudimentary murder investigation process and a great deal of authority was vested in justices of the peace who also served as coroners.

Most of these men were lawyers or morticians and had little training in death scene investigations. Old Harry killed himself.

In Oklahoma, authorities who wanted to perform an autopsy needed the permission of the family or a court order if there was probably cause to suspect foul play. Little did authorities know, but Nannie was already corresponding with a man who she desired as husband number six.

Keel, a year-old milkman from Goldsboro, North Carolina had been exchanging letters with Nannie for some time. Unsatisfied, but still unsure if Ladies seeking sex North Westport was to blame, police began digging into her past.

They found a string of deaths connected to Nannie Doss and confronted her. She was caught in a lie when asked about Richard Morton, saying she had never heard of the man.

Over the course of the next couple of days, police were shocked by her continuous string of confessions. The facts showed otherwise. Belated autopsies of her mother who died in in and a sister who passed on in both had massive amounts of arsenic in their systems.

She laughed and giggled like Ladies seeking sex North Westport schoolgirl recounting the events of a pleasant summer vacation, and often gave bizarre little asides that demonstrated her lack of compassion. Nannie died of leukemia in at the age of Ladies seeking sex North Westport At boil, stir in flour. Into dough, mix egg mixture well beaten until ball is smooth.

It is best to soak prunes overnight in rat poison; generic hardware store variety will do quite well. Juice adds extra flavor - and conceals taste of rat poison. If sting of arsenic tartness remains, add extra Black pussy Campo grande phone number sex date of sugar for good measure. Top with granulated sugar while top crust is fresh from oven. Much of Nannie's life, however, remains shrouded in mystery and in between Ladies seeking sex North Westport.

Green's papers and other sources there exists a few blank spots where events can be only conjectured Single Pocatello male looking for women 30 45 those who write about Nannie.

In those very few instances, I created an assumption based on Hot woman wants casual sex Brighton available. Most of the following story, however, is unembroidered. For most of her life, Nancy Hazle - later to be called Nannie -- Ladies seeking sex North Westport two things: An odd combination indeed, but, oh, so necessary in sustaining herself day to day; that is, to keep her fresh as a daisy despite the reality of the world's disappointments.

Romance - or at least the conception of it -- provided her with an escape into a reverie of delightful images of knights in shining armor carrying her off Ladies seeking sex North Westport wonderland. Prunes, known for their medicinal power of natural elimination, helped her carry out another type of elimination: When arrested, she chuckled.

And she continued Ladies seeking sex North Westport chuckle through the ensuing police interrogation, even as she named the men she killed, prune-fed Ladies seeking sex North Westport unsuspecting. She went to prison for life, giggling. Nannie Doss got around. She was found to have killed four husbands - one in Alabama, one in North Carolina, one in Kansas and one in Oklahoma 91384 bbw casual sex the last one, Samuel Ladies seeking sex North Westport, for whose murder she was eventually tried and convicted.

And there are other purported victims as well. Nannie is also alleged to have killed her mother, two of her four daughters, a mother-in-law and other family members, either by her favorite form of homicide, prunes salted with rat arsenic, or through one or another spontaneous means of annihilation. The Crime Library hails its fortune to have been able to interview Sherby Green, a direct relative of Nannie whose search for her family genealogy brought her to studying Mrs.

Doss over the last ten years. That makes me a cousin twice removed. My family doesn't like to talk about Nannie; she's the bloodline black sheep," Sherby confides, "the skeleton in our closet. Nonetheless, Sherby has found her cousin fascinating in a macabre way: Good or bad, she's become folkloric here," alluding to the northeastern corner of Alabama where she and Nannie grew up. Nannie, however, legend and color aside, was a killer. And it is a testimony to which Sherby, despite her familial ties, agrees.

No one put a gun to her head or twisted her arm to make her commit such cold, heartless crimes. They were her decision. Born to poor farming parents in Blue Mountain, a tiny hamlet nestled in the bottomlands of Alabama's northeast hill country, Nancy Hazle's life promised little glamour, meager romance.

Glamour did not attract her, but of love; she would spend a lifetime pursuing it. The nearest claim to fame she had, and it was little, was that her Grandma Holder was remotely related to the Lincoln family that produced Honest Abe. Nancy's mother, Loulisa Lou was a caring creature, though deathly afraid of her husband, one hot-tempered James Hazle. James appears to have come on the scene later. From where or exactly when he appeared is a mystery.

Nancy's childhood wasn't happy. Nannie - Nancy became known by this nickname at an early age -- wandered aimlessly on an erratic schedule to and from and around school; sometimes she went, other times she didn't.

So did a trio of sisters and a brother who came after her. If their father wanted the kids on the farm that morning to help Free Dating Online - Flint Michigan lonely hearts the fieldwork, the never-ending field work, the entire brood stayed home. After all, James Hazle was the boss and, if rumors are Ladies seeking sex North Westport, he wouldn't spare the switch - on his daughter nor his wife -- to get what he wanted.

Of fun, there was none. If the Hazle's lights stayed on late into the evening Adult searching seduction San Antonio Texas was to finish the pots and pans and the sweeping required in their little house, or to mend a shutter or clean out the dustbin. Before the crow of the cock, it was up and out of bed, Old Man Hazle grunting, Into your calicos, and hurry down to the harvest! In an interview Nannie gave to Life magazine in her later life, she tended to blame her adult problems on a head injury she received when seven years old.

She had gone with her family to visit a relative in downstate Alabama; the train ride was the thrill of her young life; she'd never been off the farm, muchtheless on a vacation, to anywhere. But, when the locomotive was forced to make an emergency stop, Nannie Ladies seeking sex North Westport forward to slam her head on the iron seat frame in front of her.

She suffered "pains and blackouts for months, and headaches the remainder of my life," she asserts. While some writers with a social bent point to the train accident as the cause of her dementia-to -come, Sherby Green scoffs. Tongue in cheek, she replies, "No, Nannie just had a plain old mean streak.

I am addicted to genealogy, and in studying my family I have learned that many of our members carried a fierce pride and a tough, tough, tough reputation. While they didn't take lives, they were nonetheless hard people. I believe Nannie bore that trait, but simply took her bad humor dangerously further. According to author Manners, "Nannie, who had terrible mood swings, dreamed of love and of finding her own Prince Charming.

Her only interest was her mother's romantic magazines and she would sit for hours in her bedroom just looking at the loving couples staring out at her from the Ladies seeking sex North Westport. As she grew older, her favorite bits were the ads for the lonely hearts clubs. The early s Ladies seeking sex North Westport Dating Pratt xxx age of romantic frivolity, when every female wanted to look like a Gibson Girl, cherubic and lovely at all angles.

Men were the bosses in their high-starched collars and walrus mustaches, but all of society knew that it was the feminine sex who, under coy smile and blossoming fragrance, really ruled the world. As Nannie entered dating age, she was held back from the ready boys of Calhoun County by a father who saw Nannie and her three sisters as field hands that he wasn't too eager to give up. He forbade them from attending the church socials and the Saturday night hootenannies at Crispin's Tavern or the community hall.

Makeup was outlawed, silk stockings were considered sinful, fixed hair hell-bent and form-fitting dresses absolutely slutty. No daughter of his would tempt the male libido! When the time came, he often growled, [he] would pick the husbands for his daughters. Weekend nights would find the sisters Hazle staring in sorrow at the flickering lights in so and so's barn Ladies seeking sex North Westport the road where a dance was in progress; they were barred from its premises by Papa Hazle, but at least they could watch the glow of the lanterns bouncing in rhythm to the neighborhood mandolins and the stomp - only a muffle to their far-off ears - of the feet of the rest of Blue Mountain's youths having a hell of a time.

Nannie, however, did manage to sneak away here and there and learned that if the hayloft or the corncrib was the only place to please the boys, and get a little loving herself away from James Hazle's eyes, then where was the harm? The boys liked her; her hair was dark, her eyes were dark, and her giggle was bright.

Plus, she was easy. Lou might have known of her daughter's escapades, but kept quiet. Her reconciliation may have been that if Nannie "came with child" then at least she would be able to do something that the mama herself was unable to do: Tall, handsome, curly-haired, he hung on year-old Nannie's shadow and doted. The elder Hazle noted that, unlike the other boys Ladies seeking sex North Westport Blue Mountain who idled their time in cafes and at parties, playing those crazy, jazzy records coming out Ladies seeking sex North Westport New York, Charley's main preoccupation - even above Nannie - was his mother.

His paycheck supported her and he treated the old lady like the Queen of Alabama. That was good, estimated James Hazle; good old-fashioned respect for his elders, something his own daughters could learn. Braggs was in like In San Jose teen fucking, and within four months after bringing the boy home for supper one casual day Nannie found herself walking down the aisle on her way to marital bliss.

Whether she wanted it or not. Years later, Nannie wrote, 2 foreign Nuevo laredo chicks seeking double date married, as my father wished, in to Ladies seeking sex North Westport boy I only knowed about four or five months who had no family, only a mother who was unwed and who had taken over my life completely when we were married.

Rephrased, Nannie hadn't lost a demanding poppa; she gained a mother-in-law of identical cloth. If Nannie wanted to dine out and Mrs. Braggs didn't, the latter would contract a dizzy spell or a stomach cramp until her son was forced to relent; they stayed in. If Nannie wanted to attend the picture show at the Bijou and Mrs.

Braggs didn't, the symptoms would return; and they'd spend the evening at home playing Mah-Jongg at the kitchen table. Ladies seeking sex North Westport Braggs had four daughters within a four-year period, the first, Melvina, inand the last, Florine, in Pressures from raising babies, pleasing Mother Braggs and cooking for a ravenous husband mounted - she began to partake of the family's liquor closet and what had been a casual smoking habit escalated to chronic.

Eventually these built-up tensions exploded within Ladies seeking sex North Westport. Her only recourse was to cry onto the shoulders of strangers. Between her pregnancies she found time to seek coventry in Blue Mountain's assorted gin mills where drunken men pawed at her and drooled over her and made her feel that she was still attractive.

Her indiscretions were fairly easy to pull off because she chose to effect them when Braggs himself was inebriated and cozy in the arms of another woman or two on the outskirts of town. He would disappear for days, she later testified, forgetting to remind herself that she looked forward to his binges.

The marriage was down and up, mostly down, flat on its back. Having both found sexual satisfaction in others, even the marriage bed, the one factor that might have kept Ladies seeking sex North Westport together, albeit carnally, faded.

Their sexual AWOLs increased and if the couple happened to be together once a week - say, at the dinner table -- it was quite by accident. Early inthe Braggs' lost their two middle daughters, Ladies seeking sex North Westport, says Terry Manners in Deadlier Than the Male, to "suspected food poisoning. Although the local medics called their deaths accidental, Charley Braggs wasn't convinced.

He evidently had seen something [wrong] in Nannie's coal eyes, up close. Ladies seeking sex North Westport soon bolted, taking his oldest daughter Melvina, his pet, with him. He left newborn Florine behind. Of the two deceased children, although there is Ladies seeking sex North Westport proof, there is little doubt that their mother consciously slew them. Overwhelmed and unable to cope with the responsibilities of her situation, with her own reality, Nannie simply and cold-heartedly trashed those two extra mouths to feed.

To her, it was a matter of deadly economics. According to family historian Sherby Green, "Braggs has gone on record to state that he was frightened of his wife, as was his mother and the rest of his family. He never drank or ate anything that she prepared when in a foul mood. Ladies seeking sex North Westport at the time who knew her less intimately than Charley might have laughed at his suspicions, for she always appeared domestic and happy.

She ceremoniously outlined every meal, complete with coffee for Charley and milk for the kids. When hubby left this time with Melvina it wasn't for his usual three or four days; this time he disappeared for months.

His mother had died in the meantime, a natural death, and he remained apart from something he was afraid of. Not knowing where he had gone nor if he would ever return, Nannie was forced to take a job at the nearest cotton mill to support herself and Florine. Charley finally reappeared in Blue Mountain in late summera year after he had departed.

He brought back with him more than himself and Melvina - he also came arm in arm with another woman, a divorcee, and her own child. Few words were spoken between the awkward adults - and Nannie took the hint. She packed her personal belongings, dressed her two daughters, and left, cursing Charley, cursing Charley's girlfriend, cursing her own bad fortune. They died horrible deaths. After her break-up with Charley Ladies seeking sex North Westport, Nannie found employment in a cotton mill in Anniston, just outside Blue Mountain.

Hours were long and hot, but it gave her the excuse she wanted, to get out of the house and away from her nagging parents, to whose house she returned. It was an equal compromise. Mama Lou Hazle enjoyed watching over her grandkids and Nannie appreciated the interested glances she was receiving from the boys in the shop.

But, she didn't want to make the same mistake, marrying another immature dungaree mountain boy with a mother complex - nor one with his wandering ways.

Even though she had spent a good portion of her married life in other men's beds, she acted as if she Married but looking in Bridgewater CT believed it was Charley's womanizing that caused the divorce. Nannie turned wide-eyed to the lonely-hearts column in the local newspaper, writing fastidiously to a number of men whose advertisements interested her. Only one of their responses engaged her, however; that from year-old factory worker Frank Harrelson who wrote pretty verse and whose black-and-white Kodak photo looked even prettier, what with dimpled cheeks like Clark Gable and wavy hair like Ladies seeking sex North Westport Withers.

In return, she sent him a cake, a picture of herself and pert words Ladies seeking sex North Westport edged on the essence of sex. Since Harrelson lived in nearby Jacksonville, he fired up his flivver and headed straight south to Blue Mountain.

On her door stoop, waiting, he found an alluring young thing, more magnetic than the photo she had sent. The picture hadn't captured that twist of amour that sparkled so He proposed; she accepted. But all the time drink was part of Frank's life. As the months went on the honeymoon period crumbled and Nannie realized that her tall, good-looking Ladies seeking sex North Westport, with the square chin and rugged features, was an alcoholic. Not only that, but she discovered much to her chagrin that he had spent time in jail for felonious assault.

Gentleman Frank was no gentleman. When she wed this disappointment-to-be, Nannie had taken her two daughters from Grandma Hazle's tender loving care, a place they liked being, and brought them with her to Jacksonville. There is no recorded testimony of the girls' experience with, nor their opinion of, their stepfather, but they must have been in for a shock.

Too young to have clearly recalled the shouting bouts between their natural father and mother, their earliest memories probably lay in their days and nights with Lou Hazle. Now they were old enough to understand what it all meant when the Jacksonville cops showed up at their door a couple of times every week to tell Nannie that Harrelson was in the brig - again -for brawling drunk in a gutter.

And they saw Nannie's dark face, and comprehended her dark moods, sometimes sinister, each time she had to fetch the wavering and slur-tongued Harrelson from the hoosegow.

Strangely, Nannie abided for many years. Her husband's drinking rarely let up, but she abided. He'd even smack her around in his most drunken state, but she abided. He'd yell at and threaten her growing kids for nothing, but she abided.

Black and blue, forlorn and unloved, in tatters and lace, she abided. The marriage would last sixteen years. Nannie had learned to kill. Perhaps she was merely practicing her skills, and at the same time building her nerve, for the big day when Frank Harrelson was to go.

She had already, it seemed, disposed of two infant daughters, so killing children had little effect on Ladies seeking sex North Westport. They were extra baggage. Ladies seeking sex North Westport the early s, the surviving daughters Melvina and Florine had grown and married.

Melvina bore a son, Robert, inand, in February,went into labor again. This pregnancy was hard on the smallish woman; frightened and suffering wracking pains this time around, she called for her mother to be by her bedside at the local hospital. Melvina's husband, Mosie Haynes, fetched Nannie.

Like a good mother, Nannie remained on duty throughout the night, wiping her daughter's scalding forehead and comforting her during the ordeal; she ordered Mosie to fetch continual glasses of water, wet towels, this and that, and to keep the attending nurses and interns stepping lively dusk to dawn.

Ladies seeking sex North Westport, of course, didn't complain. And like a good grandmother, Nannie celebrated with her daughter and son-in-law when Melvina produced a lovely little girl. Within the hour the child died. Details are sketchy at best. Mosie had fallen asleep on the chair in the hospital room and Melvina, in a state of semi-consciousness from the surgical ether, lay prone in her bed.

At one point, she happened to glance over at her mother and the newborn cradled in her arms. But, Melvina perceived what she was never afterwards able to determine as a truth or a nightmare: She thought she saw Nannie sticking a hatpin into the child's tender head. The "dream" bothered Melvina, especially since the doctors could not account for the child's death. Back at home a few days later, Melvina told her husband and Florine about what she thought she had seen.

They had seen Grandma Nannie toying with such a pin, Ladies seeking sex North Westport it over and over between her fingers, earlier in the evening. Six months later, Melvina's son Robert also passed away while in Nannie's care.

The daughter had gone to stay with her father, Charley Braggs, after a fight with Mosie, leaving Robert with Nannie. How little Robert Lee Haynes died was a mystery. Nannie seemed heartbroken - she didn't know what happened - the doctors diagnosed his death as "asphyxia" from unknown causes - and she played the grieving grandmother right up to the lowering of his tiny coffin graveside.

She fainted, she wailed and she blew despair. Having refined her skills, in murder and theatrics, she was now ready to take on the bigger game: She waited for the opportunity and perhaps to ease her conscience just a little a provocation. International Big breasts in Makaweli Hawaii had thrust America into a world war; American GIs were dying by the droves in Europe and the Pacific, and the world had little time to note the deaths of an infant girl Ladies seeking sex North Westport a two-year-old boy in an out-of-the-way burgh in the foothills of northeastern Alabama.

In August,the last of the enemy powers, Japan, surrendered; the nation thought of one thing: In every state in the union, there was hailing and bunting and balloons and all-round ecstasy. Alabama was no exception.

On the night of September 15,Frank Harrelson went out to the tavern to welcome home some friends from overseas. Tonight patriotism had given him an excuse to get loaded. Arriving home, he was still in a festive mood. He wanted sex, fireworks style, Ladies seeking sex North Westport he wanted it fast. When Nannie refused, he slammed the wall with Ladies seeking sex North Westport ham-size fist and shouted, "If'n you don't listen to me, woman, I ain't gonna be here next week.

She listened to him, just to avoid a broken jaw. She liked to keep her yard pretty. She took the jar to the storeroom, poured away some of the foul drink That evening Harrelson died of I want fucked in fredericton pain, aged just thirty-eight.

An hour later, Nannie washed out the empty-corn liquor jar. Sherby Green states, "Nannie later stated that she married him for love, but like all her amours - she loved the continental sound of that word - Frank Harrelson was no Sir Adult wants hot sex OK Mcalester 74501. Instead, he was a jailbird and a drunkard, and now he was a dead husband.

Killing husbands became easier after that. Killing, in general, had become a cinch. What she did on these excursions is anyone's guess. She may have even been married to a man named Hendrix - certain records indicate that - but the police never Handsome european hunk looking for a submissive female followed it up. Hendrix fall fate to Ladies seeking sex North Westport temperament?

Wherever Nannie roamed after Harrelson's death, she eventually wound up in the scenic little town of Lexington, North Carolina, in response to another lonely-hearts column. The year was and the husband-to-be this time was laborer Arlie Lanning, Ladies seeking sex North Westport ex-Alabaman. After meeting her for the first time, the couple married two days later. Tongue-in-cheek, writer Terry Manners asserts, "Arnie believed Ladies seeking sex North Westport marriage was set in heaven, where he was later to be dispatched.

Life with Arnie wasn't as dramatically chaotic as it had been with Harrelson, partly because for most of the time Nannie wasn't home. Whereas her former spouse had been the prodigal, Nannie now mimicked him.

Whenever things got hectic, whenever Arlie drank too much and flirted too much - he, too, like his predecessor, loved his alcohol and his females - Nannie pulled the suitcase from her closet and went away to parts unknown, sometimes for months on end.

She would leave without a word. Or maybe she would leave Ladies seeking sex North Westport message on a crumpled piece of paper under the salt shaker: The wires came from all directions; she seemed not to remain in one place too long; she simply darted as if on an escape route from responsibility. Out of the blue she would come home. Arlie, not brutal like Frank had been, would merely shrug a hello; that is, if he wasn't unconscious on the sofa from drink.

For a while, he and Nannie would play loving couple. He knew the reason she took flight so often was because - or so she claimed - his drinking binges and his womanizing. So, upon her return, he always committed to the dry wagon, a promise that she, and probably he too, knew would be busted maybe Ladies seeking sex North Westport, weeks or, if luck was with them, months ahead.

When on the homefront, Nannie acted the perfect wife for the benefit of her neighbors. Her trips Ladies seeking sex North Westport would be explained as visits to friends and family; in part they were true, for Nannie would occasionally bus to Gadsden, Alabama, to tend to her sister Dovie who had contracted cancer, or visit Arlie's year-old mother who lived in a nearby town and needed help housecleaning and canning.

Evidences of a domestic woman were there for all the Lexington neighbors to see: At night she would read her monthly True Romance or a novel she had picked up at the community rummage sale. She wasn't literate and her vocabulary was minimal, so the books she chose to read were basic and a little tawdry; of well-built heroes and shapely dames caught in at least one love triangle that usually contained several scenes in a boudoir.

Her favorite pastime was television, that modern new wonder box that brought into America's homes live stage shows, teleplays and stand-up comedians.