Jim Bob

Carolyn was watching some kind of wedding dress show one night last week and they had a woman and a man who were going to renew their wedding vows. The couple looked to be in their 40's, and I didn't think much of it until the play-by-play announcer said they had 18 kids, and sure enough, all 18 were at the dress shop with their parents for filming of the episode. To each his own, I thought. Then they told the happy couple's names, and the blushing bride's moniker was Michelle. The grinning groom was named Jim Bob Duggar and that dofus looking fellow did nothing but grin from the time he was first seen until the show was over. I mentioned to Carolyn that I hoped the man was from Tennessee, because I could think of no other place that would turn out a perpetually grinning Jim Bob with 18 kids and whom was about to remarry the same woman he had been wed to for a long, long time. Now I understand they even have their own tv show called 18 Kids and Counting, and all the kid's names begin with the letter "J". They are not from Tennessee, but from next door in Arkansas which is another well known hillbilly state and that makes me wonder if Jim Bob and Michelle are first cousins? The best part is that they are extremely religious; it all fits so well. I love reality shows!

Update!!! They now have 19 kids! Attaboy, Jim Bob!!! The tv show is called 19 Kids and Counting and Jim Bob and Michelle are being paid to screw! Prostitution by any other name smells the same.

Hell yes I'm jealous!
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Here is the first rough draft of a scene which may or may not be used as a "reason" or motive for murder in my short story that is yet to be titled. It will be somewhat expanded or maybe even eliminated completely as I am not used to making love or commiting murder.

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Louis eased the door open just enough to peer inside. What he saw was his well lighted bedroom with his beautiful wife laying naked on the bed linen and a man just as naked was on his knees between her legs. Louis didn't recognize him, but the man and Leesa both had their eyes closed as they took care of each others wants. Tiny beads of body sweat shimmered in the light from the open-curtained window and Louis could see the man's erect penis poised to penetrate his wife. The stranger had his hands cupped under her breasts and seemed to be playing Leesa's nipples as if he were a concert pianist; softly and precisely. Her fingers grasped the mattress edges as a knee slowly ground into her pelvis; Leesa's back was arching with each move of his thigh and her white teeth were glistening between luscious red lips. For a moment she reached and stroked the head of his swollen member before returning to clutching the bed.

Louis quietly closed the door and shakily exited the apartment, leaving his still wet umbrella on the stand beside the entry.

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Either this or a similar scene of infidelity will be used and I have another one written which is not as explicit but I like this one best.

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Have a great Thursday, you'uns!