1975, Southeastern United States

Travis lived in an old log cabin a few hundred yards from the point where the creek flowed into the big river. His father had bought two acres for next to nothing and built the place one log at a time in the late nineteen-fifties and they had used it as a hunting and fishing getaway. When he was young Travis had always looked forward to coming there with his Dad and older brother Eddie to fish out in the river and in-season would hunt for deer and rabbits.

The cabin was pretty crude from the get-go. His father installed a septic tank and drilled a well, but the water was full of sulphur and other minerals and it smelled and tasted bad. The cabin was a few miles from the small town up the creek, so there was no electricity either until the mid-sixties. As the town slowly expanded in the direction of the big river his father, who happened to be a supervisor at the electric company, managed to get a power line run out to the point. Stay ahead of the growth, he’d said, and one of the bigwigs had agreed and approved it. The cabin still had no heat or air conditioning, but at least it had power for lights, fans, a fridge and a stove.

Eddie was drafted in ‘67 and was soon sent off to Vietnam and Travis followed him fifteen months later. Eddie was killed in combat when Travis was in Boot Camp. Travis went to war too and nine months later was sent home with his left leg full of shrapnel and three of his toes blown off. He would walk with a wobbly limp for the rest of his life. When he got home he found out his girlfriend had moved in with another guy. Then he got sick as a dog and became delirious with high fever. He went to the doctor. The doctor put him in the hospital immediately; he had malaria. Over the following half-year his father died of a heart attack, and then his mother passed away shortly thereafter. She hadn’t been sick; Travis assumed she’d died of a broken heart.

Travis was their sole heir. He hired a lawyer to sort everything out, get rid of all the personal property and sell the house. Then he packed all his stuff into his pickup and hitched the boat and trailer to the rear and drove to the cabin. That was all he wanted. He’d been there ever since.

After the estate sale, selling the house and receiving the life insurance Travis netted a little over $31,000. He insisted on cash; he no longer trusted his government and he wasn’t trusting any banks. The lawyer thought it was a peculiar request but he didn’t pry and had the cash waiting for him when he came to pick it up. Then Travis drove to the small town up the creek where he had a post office box and picked up his monthly disability check. He cashed it at the bank and drove to his cabin. He opened a floor board under the rug in the bedroom and stashed the money in the steel box hidden there.

For many months, all Travis did was go fishing in the mornings and work around the cabin the rest of the day, fixing it up. He and his pickup became a familiar sight in town, the ‘loner from the point’ they called him, coming and going, buying tools and materials, ordering supplies, always paying cash. He painted. He built a front porch the length of the cabin. He rebuilt the bulkhead and dock. He replaced the old shingled roof with metal and installed gutters all around, which flowed into two huge cisterns he installed at the back of the cabin, one for the kitchen and one for the bathroom and indoor and outdoor showers. In a southern, subtropical climate that received fifty-some inches of rainfall per year the tanks stayed well-filled most of the time. The well water was just used for the commode, cleaning fish and washing down the truck and boat.

He built himself a desk. Because at night Travis tried to write. He’d always been a writer, and had sent many short stories out to magazines, and had had two published, earning twenty-five dollars for each. But now he was trying to write something big, something special. About the war and the shit he’d seen and the pain he’d endured and the brother he’d lost and his anger and the hatred he felt for the assholes who had sent him there and how everybody now looked at him like he was some kind of freak ever since he’d come home. But the writing wasn’t happening. He ripped sheet after sheet of paper out of his typewriter and threw them in the trash.

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Travis fished nearly everyday and found that he was not only good at it, but that it could be profitable. He’d stock his fridge and freezer and then sell the rest to the market in town or to a market in the town across the river. Mostly trout and cat. With his monthly check and the money he had coming in from fishing he made more than enough to live on and each month he would stash more cash into his steel box.

One afternoon after a very prodigious day out on the river, Travis was cleaning fish on his dock when he noticed a skiff full of black kids coming his way from town heading toward the river. There was an older, good-looking girl sitting back with her hand on the tiller of an old, small outboard motor that sounded like it was about to kick the bucket at any moment. In front of her were three young children, two boys and a girl.

“Hi, Mister!” one of the little boys called, as the boat neared his dock. It slowed and eased closer.

“Hi. How’re y’all doing today?” Travis asked.

“Good! Going for a boat ride,” the boy said.

“Where are you all going? This here’s the end of the creek. You better turn around. You don’t want to get out in the river!”

“Why not?”

“Number one that little motor isn’t going to help you much, it’s pretty rough out there, the current’s too strong. Plus, where are your life jackets?”

“We’re not going in the river,” the older girl said. “Just to the mouth, then we was gonna turn back.”

“Good,” Travis said. “Why don’t you tie up, take a break?”

They secured the skiff and climbed up on the dock.

The young girl looked to be about ten, the boys a little older. Travis could see that the older girl was actually a young lady, and an attractive one at that. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty, was thin and barefoot and wore blue jean cutoffs and a white t-shirt. Her breasts were small and bra-less, her nipples slightly aroused inside her damp shirt. Her hair was a wind-blown, kinky black mop but her toned arms and legs were smooth as chocolate milk.

“What ya doin’ Mister?” the boy said.

“Cleaning fish. Catfish. This here’s a big one too, I’d bet thirty pounds or close to it. Y’all like catfish?”

They got talking about catfish. They all loved catfish. Mama fried it up every chance she got, the older girl said.

They talked as Travis cut and cleaned. He learned where they lived. It was on the other side of the creek a couple miles closer to town in the Black section. Their Dad was a truck driver and was away a lot. Their Mom raised chickens and tended garden and cleaned houses in town. He learned their names. The boys were Nathan and Roy, the little girl was Joy. Mom was Jolene, Dad was Robert.

The older girl was Bettina. She was nineteen. She helped Mom with the kids and the chickens and the garden and worked at the drug store to help with the bills. Travis had a hard time looking away from her slim, trim body, her cute butt and her dark satiny skin. But he caught himself, shook it off. This was the south.

“How many of you are there living in your house?” Travis asked.

“Seven,” Bettina said. “Our grandmother lives with us too.”

Travis cut several long, thick pieces, about three pounds, and wrapped them up in parchment paper. He handed it to Bettina.

“There now,” he said. “Take that home with you. Fry it up. That will be a tasty dinner for your family.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Mister Travis.”

“I know that, Bettina. But I want to. Just being a good neighbor, that’s all. And enough of that Mister stuff. Just call me Travis.”

“Okay. Travis. Thank you. And I’m sure my Momma thanks you too,” Bettina said.

“We’re gonna have a good supper tonight!” Nathan said enthusiastically.

Travis finished up his work and squirted off the table and washed the guts and remains into the creek.

“Now you all do me a favor,” Travis said. “Don’t go any closer to that river. It’s dangerous. You turn that boat around and head back home, you hear?”

The kids uttered a chorus of okays and Bettina said they would. She would take care of them.

“Okay good. Now I have to head into town. And I don’t want to hear about a boat sinking in the creek with four young people and three pounds of catfish in it!”

They all laughed and got back into the skiff. They said goodbye and Bettina got the motor started on the third pull. All four were waving back at Travis as they headed off in the direction from which they’d come.

Travis grabbed his cooler and put it in the bed of his truck and drove to town to sell his fish.

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Travis had become a loner, but he wasn’t antisocial. If a situation presented itself he could be friendly and sociable, but he wasn’t naturally outgoing. Not any more. In high school he’d played trumpet in the band and starred on the football and baseball teams, he was tall, handsome and popular and had had a lot of friends. But now he’d lost touch with his old friends and the only times he played trumpet was when sometimes late at night he’d sit on his porch and improvise mellow mournful melodies. And somewhere out on the river was a sax player who’d sometimes answer him back with dirges of his own.

The damn war had taken so much from him. In less than a year his personal life had gone from being young and enthusiastic about the future to a hellish nightmare. First his brother went home in a body bag. Then he went over there. As soon as the door of the plane opened after landing in southeast Asia he knew instantly he was in Hell. It was like walking into a blast furnace; he didn’t think anyplace on Earth got that fucking hot. Six days later he saw a soldier killed, the first of many he’d witness over the following months. The gore, the guts, the lacerated limbs. Then a mortar blew off part of his foot and ripped into his leg with sharp, hot metal, like razors. They sent him home a few weeks later to a place he barely recognized, and everything he saw was fogged by what he’d seen, by what had happened to his brother, and to himself, and by his fury and hatred and pain. And he also knew in his heart that the deaths of his parents were not unrelated to the war, either. The war had killed them too, residually.

So Travis was depressed. Angry, pissed, tired, anxious and depressed. That’s where the cabin came in. Get as far away from the nightmare as he could. Fish, hunt, sit on the porch and stare at the water and the shorebirds, play his trumpet.

And write. But the writing hadn’t been going so well. He knew he had a story to tell and knew that writing it would be his catharsis, his therapy. It would be the only way he could heal.

There was another thing that bothered him. It bothered him a lot. And he blamed the war for that too.

Travis was impotent. Never was before, but was now. He couldn’t remember exactly when he’d last had a hard-on, but it was sometime after he saw his first platoonmate perish before his eyes and sometime before he’d almost had his own leg blown off.

He’d tried many times since to get hard and jerk off, but without success. He’d about given up.

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A few days later Travis was sitting on his porch drinking an Orange Crush. It was late afternoon and he was resting. He had just returned from town and was taking a rest before whipping up some supper.

He heard a familiar sound. It was the same putt-putt-putt of the outboard motor he’d heard a few days earlier when he’d had his visitors. As the sound got louder he saw the same skiff come into view. Bettina was alone this time. She aimed the bow at the dock and Travis walked down to greet her.

Travis secured the skiff and then took Bettina’s hand and helped her up onto the dock. It was the first time they’d touched and her hand felt small inside his own. When she stood close beside him after hoisting her up he realized she was taller than he remembered, maybe five-seven or -eight. She looked much more woman than child, he thought.

She had a basket with her. “For you,” she said. “From Momma and the family. As thanks for the great supper we had eating that catfish. We all enjoyed it. It was delicious!”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Travis said. “But this wasn’t necessary.”

“Just bein’ a good neighbor, that’s all. Right?”

“Right.”

He peeled back the towel and there were a crate of a dozen eggs, two huge red ripe tomatoes, a cucumber, a zucchini and a yellow squash.

“Oh, wow! Thank you.”

“All from our own garden and our own chickens!” Bettina said.

“These look great. Now I know what I’m having for supper. You care to join me, Bettina?”

“Oh, I can’t, Travis. I tole Momma I’d be back directly. I gotta watch the kids tonight.”

“Oh okay, uh, maybe some other time.”

“That would be fine,” she said.

They stood there for a moment frozen in silence.

“Let me put these inside and I can give you back this basket.”

“Okay.”

Bettina didn’t mind staying a couple extra minutes. She followed Travis up to the porch. Travis put the eggs and vegetables on the table and handed the basket and towel to her.

“Now you be sure to thank your Mom and Dad for this. I surely appreciate it.”

“I will,” she said, looking around the porch and inside the open door. “You live here by yourself?”

“Yep, just me.”

“Don’t it get lonely?”

“Sometimes, I guess. But I’ve learned to like the solitude. Been thinking about getting a dog, though. Be nice having a dog around. To talk to, take fishing, ride in the truck.”

“We got a dog, a big ole terrier mix. Good dog, but he’s feisty. Gotta keep him away from the chickens.”

There was another silence as they stood looking each other in the eyes, fairly close. Travis felt like she was looking right through him. He wanted to touch her but knew he shouldn’t. Bettina felt the same way.

“Well, I better git going,” she said and turned to walk down to the dock.

Travis followed and helped her down into her skiff. He held her hand again and thought she had a pretty solid grip for a string bean. She started the motor and he tossed her lines into the boat. They waved and he watched her until she disappeared around the bend.

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Bettina knew Travis’s schedule so she stopped by the cabin a number of times. She’d just drop by innocently, usually in the skiff, but a couple times she rode her bicycle all the way from town. They would sit in the rockers on the porch or on the sofa inside with a soft drink and talk. Travis was relieved and surprised by how easy she was to talk to and he enjoyed her visits. It was almost as if she could pull the diffidence out of him and he found himself slowly opening up, like coming out of a shell one hairline crack at a time.

She asked him personal questions, questions that used to make him shrivel up and turn away. But with Bettina somehow, he talked.

‘Why you limp?’ she asked, and he told her all about the war, seeing so much bloodshed and being sent home after almost getting his leg blown off.

‘Where’s your family?’ she asked, and he told her about their deaths, and the circumstances.

‘You play trumpet at night, don’t you?’ she asked, after seeing the instrument sitting bell-down on a table in the corner. He nodded and she said, ‘I know, I listen’.

Travis would stop in at the drug store when he was in town selling his fish or running errands. He’d sit on one of the red-cushioned stools at the fountain and get a soda and hope to see Bettina. She was often there and they would chat a little, share a smile or two, maybe even flirt a bit, and the camaraderie did not go unnoticed by shoppers and employees. Travis soon noticed people eyeing him in a new, different way as he made his way around to the market, the hardware store, the post office and the bank. Bettina heard the whispers too.

Bettina’s parents got wind of it, and were none too happy about it. But Bettina didn’t care, she was almost twenty years old and she had found a new friend, and he wasn’t some stuck-up prig from this Podunk southern town, and she liked him, and she didn’t care what color he was or what the neighbors thought.

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Bettina went to the market on a Friday after work. There was a bulletin board in the front of the store where people tacked up posters and notices of all kinds. Bettina saw one that said ‘FREE DOG’. She called the number.

The woman who answered the phone said that they were getting ready to move to the city and they couldn’t take their dog. They hated to give her up but if they couldn’t find it a good home in the next few days, she would have to call the pound.

“What kind of dog is it?” Bettina asked.

“A Beagle-Corgi mix. She’s beautiful! Two years old, about twenty pounds, sweet as she can be and housebroken too.”

“And you’re giving her away?”

“Yes, just so she goes to a good home.”

“Can I see her?” Bettina asked.

“Of course, Dear.”

Bettina went straight over and fell in love immediately. Bella was her name and she was a big mushball, licking and kissing her all over her face and forehead and ears.

“She’s wonderful,” Bettina said. “I’d love to have her. Can I pick her up tomorrow?”

The lady said yes, it felt right, yes she could.

Bettina thanked the woman profusely and promised her Bella was going to have a very happy home.

The next day Bettina had to work in the morning until the afternoon. She got off work and went to the market and bought some dog food. She was hoping the lady would give her Bella’s collar and leash.

The lady was almost in tears as she said goodbye to Bella. Bettina thanked her over and over, and felt sad for her. But she felt good as she walked home with Bella on the leash, heeling on her left.

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Late afternoon, Bettina and Bella were in the skiff together, puttering down the creek toward Travis’s cabin. Both were wearing life jackets (she knew Travis would get a kick out of that), and their cargo included a sack of dog chow and a metal bucket filled with toys, accessories and Bella’s tennis ball.

Travis was outside chopping wood when he heard the familiar outboard approaching. He put down his axe and hobbled toward his dock. His face broke into a wide grin when he saw Bettina and the dog approach, both with orange life vests around their necks.

“Brought you your new roommate,” Bettina said, as the boat slipped up against the dock. “Her name’s Bella. She’s a sweetie.” She tossed a line to Travis.

“Really?” he said, as he secured the boat. “For me?”

She handed the bucket and dog chow up to Travis. Bella jumped up onto the dock and immediately into Travis’s arms. He took the life jacket off.

“Yep, for you,” Bettina said. “You need somebody to take care of you.”

“You’re a great dog, aren’t you, Bella?” Travis said as he hugged her. “Friendly and pretty too, aren’t you?”

Travis picked up the tennis ball and threw it toward the house. Bella took off after it and immediately returned and dropped it at his feet. He threw it again, same result.

“A family was moving away and couldn’t take her,” Bettina said. “She was free to a good home. I told the lady I knew the best home for her.”

“You sure did, thank you. She’s beautiful. Thank you so much!”

He hugged Bettina and held her in his arms for a moment and felt the warmth of her body against his. He kissed her on her temple. He felt her arms around him, briefly. It was the first time. It felt overdue, and it felt good.

They walked up to the cabin. Travis filled a big bowl with fresh water and another bowl with chow and put them on the kitchen floor. Bella dove right in to both.

“The lady said Bella’s all house-trained, too.”

“Good,” said Travis. “That makes two of us.”

They sat on the rockers and talked about Bella as the dog chased the tennis ball across the yard every time Travis would throw it.

“I better be going,” Bettina finally said. “I want to get that boat back before dark.”

At the dock Travis faced her and said, “Thank you, Bettina. This is the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me. And I love her name. Bella. Bettina and Bella. The two B’s: for the two women in my life.”

They stood in silence for a moment. Bettina looked up into his eyes and squinted into the lowered sun.

“I like that,” she said, and rose on her toes and kissed Travis on the corner of his mouth.

Travis then took her into his arms and put his lips directly on hers and kissed her, and she kissed him. Her mouth opened for him and his tongue did not waste the opportunity. He felt the softness of her lips and tasted her for the very first time and her sinewy tongue danced with his. The kiss lingered, neither in a hurry to end it.

“That was nice,” Bettina said. “I better go.”

Travis held her hand as she got into the skiff. He had a tear sliding down his cheek as she started the motor and headed off.

Bettina felt an elated relief as she motored home. Travis thought, maybe hoped, he wasn’t sure, he’d felt a heated tingle in his loins.

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A couple days later Travis was in town and stopped at the pharmacy. He didn’t see Bettina right away, but he was anxious to talk to her. It was after lunchtime but there were three other people eating at the counter.

“She’s not here,” said the snotty white woman behind the counter.

“Oh,” said Travis, taken by surprise. “Will she be back?”

“Should be before long. She went to see the doctor with her Mom. What’ll you have?”

Travis ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a Coke. He hadn’t eaten since early morning so he decided to hang out a little while and hopefully Bettina would show up. He was just about finished eating when she returned.

Bettina came in through the back, put her uniform on and entered the store. She saw him immediately and approached him with a grin on her face.

“Hi Travis!” she said enthusiastically. “How are you?”

“I’m good, came in for some lunch. How about you? Everything okay at the doctor’s?”

“I’m fine, but I took my Momma in for some tests. She been feeling funny lately, short of breath. Hopefully she’s fine. Should know in a few days. How’s Bella?”

“She’s really doing well, what a great dog. And she seems to love it there. She chases rabbits and squirrels and I bet I’ve thrown that tennis ball a thousand times. Thanks again for her, that was so thoughtful. She makes me happy. She even sleeps with me.”

“Lucky dog,” Bettina said.

There was a silence between them, neither spoke for a few seconds.

“I want to kiss you,” Travis said softly, “But I know I can’t.”

“Right. Not in the store,” she said. “Let’s kiss goodbye out by your truck. Give everybody something to talk about.” She winked at him. He laughed nervously when he realized she wasn’t kidding.

Travis left to go gas up his truck. He drove back to the drug store and parked in front. He got out of the truck, closed the driver door and leaned against it. A minute later Bettina came out of the store and walked over to him. She walked directly into his arms and kissed his lips, gave him tongue, and held it for a couple seconds so everybody on the street could get a good look.

“There, that should do the trick,” she said, knowing the town gossip mill would start turning in no time and she’d be hearing about it from her Momma.

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The writing at night had taken a turn for the better. Travis would sit at his desk and the words were now pouring out of him. The tone had lightened. Large sections were dumped. What had begun as his catharsis--a pissed-off rant about the government and the war, his memoir of terror--had morphed into a horror story about redemption, rebirth and forgiveness.

That night after kissing Bettina goodbye on Main Street in town, Travis had a dream. He was standing on his dock and Bettina was standing in her skiff and he was telling her not to go. She had to go, she said, but would be back. He was kissing her goodbye when the skiff started drifting away from the dock in the current headed toward the river. No!, he called, Don’t! He jumped into the creek and started swimming toward her when a half dozen Water Moccasins appeared in front of him, their necks erect and elevated above the water, rendering him helpless as Bettina was carried away toward the river and its strong currents.

Travis awoke in his bed, disoriented for a minute, then relieved. Bella was snoring beside him. His throat was arid and there was a thin coat of sweat on his brow. He turned to the nightstand and reached for the cup of water. He felt something big and heavy between his crotch and the bed sheet.

It was his cock. Long, hard and hot.

He lay back and felt it, traced it with his fingers from his balls to its tip resting atop his navel, gently, like greeting an old friend. He took its girth into his hand and stroked it. It stayed hard, maybe even became harder. He stroked it faster, but not too fast, he didn’t want to break anything. Little by little, faster and faster.

He masturbated for the first time in years. It felt good too, and when he reached his climax his dick exploded with cum. It jettisoned out of him, all over his stomach and chest, even a string dangled on his chin.

He didn’t even clean it up. Travis was spent, his legs like jelly, and he cried himself to sleep.

In the morning he woke up with another hard-on, just like the good old days. He put it to good use and giggled after he caught five or six shots of semen with his hand.

He got up and put Bella out and then made coffee. He was singing to himself, and thinking. He was thinking about how he had been dreading telling Bettina about his problem. And hoping that now maybe he wouldn’t have to.

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Travis was leaving the market after selling his catch when he was approached by a large black woman.

“You Mister Travis?” she said.

“Yes, my name is Travis.”

“Well lookee here. I’m Jolene, Bettina’s momma. And me and my husband have heard all the gossip and scuttlebutt about you two, and we’d like you to stay away from our daughter. Bettina should be out findin’ a nice black boy her own age and you should go find a white woman your own age.”

Travis looked around at the people nearby, black and white, who were overhearing their chat.

“There’s only a few years between us. And we’re friends. Close friends.”

“Friends is fine, but she’s spending way too much time out at your place, and you all makin’ a spectacle of yourselves kissin’ on the Main Street. It’s best if you both moved on. She doesn’t need to be wastin’ her youth with a half-crippled white man.”

There was low, collective gasp among the folks in the gallery. Travis bit his lip.

“I’m sorry to hear you say such a mean, hateful thing. And I’m not a cripple, Mrs. Jolene. I was wounded in Vietnam fighting for my…our…country. No disrespect, but the only way I am going to stop seeing Bettina is if it’s her own decision, not yours. I happen to care for her. And I would hope that maybe you would care a little more about your daughter’s wishes and happiness, and less about your own racist agenda.”

Travis spun on his heels before the situation got any worse. He walked to his truck, got in and fired up the engine. He petted Bella on her head and tickled her ears. He drove out of town and headed to the cabin. He had planned on dropping into the drug store for a soda but decided against it.

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Bettina hadn’t witnessed the altercation between Travis and her mother, of course, but she heard all about it. The rumors and whispers were flying through the air of the town like migrating geese. She was proud when she learned that Travis had stood his ground and by what he’d said.

She didn’t see Travis in town for a few days after that. At first she thought he was just staying away while things cooled off a little but then she became concerned that maybe something was wrong. After work she headed out to the cabin to check on him. The miles seemed long as she rode her bike westward into the evening sun.

When she reached the cabin all was still. The pickup was parked in its usual spot and the boat was docked. She approached the cabin and called out for Travis. Immediately she heard Bella barking from inside. She climbed the steps to the porch and entered.

Bella greeted her with two swift barks and a french kiss, then led her through the dim room to the bedroom. Travis was lying on his back in his bed. She walked to the bed. He looked like he’d just woke up.

“Travis, you okay?” she said with alarm.

“Not really,” he rasped.

“What’s the matter?” She touched his hand, cold with sweat. His forehead was hot to the touch.

“Malaria,” he croaked. “I caught it overseas. I relapse sometimes. Had a couple pills left, I took them.”

Bettina picked up the pill bottle on the night stand; it was empty. The label said to take them for fourteen days.

“I need to get you more pills,” she said.

“Could you? That’s an old prescription.”

“Can I borrow your truck?” Travis didn’t have a phone.

He nodded and feebly reached for the cup of water on the table. Bettina handed it to him and he sipped.

The bed sheets were soaked from his sweat.

“I’m going to change these linens and then get to town before the drug store closes,” she said. “Can you get up?”

Clad only in his underpants, he got up with her help and sat on a chair she’d dragged next to the bed. He watched as Bettina changed his sheets. He got back in the bed and continued to watch her. She put some ice in a wet towel and placed it on his forehead, let Bella out for a pee and filled her bowls with food and fresh water, and brought more cool water for Travis.

“Sleep if you can, and drink. I’m going to town and will be back soon. And just so you know, I heard about you and my Momma going at it, and thank you for what you said.”

She kissed his lips, grabbed the pill bottle and the truck keys and bounded out the door.

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Bettina sped into town and fortunately her boss, the pharmacist, had not left yet. He listened as she excitedly explained the situation. He started filling the prescription as he called the doctor on the phone. Then Bettina purchased a few toiletries and called home to say she might not be home for a few days.

Doc Jones, whose office was in his home two blocks away, followed Bettina out to the cabin. It was getting dark when the car and truck barreled into the drive and Bella barked her welcome.

Travis had chills and the sheet over him was already damp from sweat. Doc immediately fed him a couple pills with water and took all of his vital signs. His temperature was very high.

“We need to get you to the hospital,” Doc said.

“No hospitals,” Travis croaked.

“But son, this is serious. Your situation needs to be monitored, you…”

“I’ve been through it before Doc, I know the drill. Stay cool, drink fluids, rest, take my medicine. Hurry up and get better.”

“I don’t know…”

“I’m not going to the hospital. They’ll kill me in there. It will be easier to get better here.”

“I’ll stay with him,” Bettina said. “I’ll take care of him.”

Doc looked at Travis, then at Bettina, then back at Travis.

“I feel better already,” Travis rasped with a tired smile.

Doc sagged slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and started packing up his black bag. He knew he would be wasting his breath so he didn’t push the point. At least he’s not delirious, he thought. He gave instructions to Bettina and told her to call him if they needed anything. She didn’t tell him they had no phone.

“Thanks Doc,” Travis said as Doc was leaving the room.

Bettina walked Doc to the door. She told him she’d stop by his office to pick up the bill the next time she was back in town.

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Bettina fetched Travis a dry sheet and freshened the towel on his forehead. She daubed his face and neck with a cold, wet cloth. She heated some soup for dinner and spoon-fed him some broth.

As he slept she busied herself around the cabin. She swept the wood floors of the cabin and mudroom and scrubbed the kitchen clean, washed the dishes. She did some laundry and hung it out to dry.

It was getting late and Bettina was tired. Travis stirred briefly so she gave him another of his pills. She went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth as she sat on the toilet taking a pee. She grabbed a blanket from a closet and went to sleep on the couch.

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Sometime in the night Bettina was awakened by Travis talking in his sleep. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, it was all slurred, but he was having some sort of dream. She walked over and sat down beside him. There was just enough radiant light from the stars outside to see that Travis had shaken free from the sheet on top of him, and he was naked except for his boxer shorts. She felt his forehead; his fever had abated some. She felt his neck, clammy, and traced her long fingers over his chest.

“Hi,” Travis said softly in a scratchy voice.

“Hello,” Bettina said. “You were talking in your sleep. Were you having a bad dream?”

“No. It was a good dream. You were in it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Travis said.

He took Bettina’s hand and moved it to his groin and placed it on his cock. It was hard. She could feel its stiff heat through the dampness of his cotton shorts.

“See?”

“I see,” she said.

Bettina opened the slit on the front of his shorts and snaked his cock through the opening. She stroked it gently and Travis sighed with pleasure. It was the first time in years he’d felt such a touch.

Without another word Bettina shifted her body and bent over and took his cock into her mouth. Travis moaned as she sucked him and flicked her tongue around the tip. He sunk his fingers into her kinky hair.

It felt long and hot in her mouth, like a baked potato that hadn’t cooled off. It was good-sized too, she thought, which would be good for when he put it inside her, which she hoped would be soon. She’d had a couple larger, black cocks before, but this one was feeling just right. She held his hip and cupped his balls and sucked him with a passion, with a powered force aimed at sucking the disease, the infection, the poison, whatever it was, right out of him. She wanted to please him, make him feel good, and forget his illness for a few minutes. She wanted to taste him, to fill her mouth and her stomach with his sperm, wanted him to mark his spot inside her.

Travis’s fingers were enmeshed in Bettina’s kinky locks. He watched the silhouette of her afro’d head bob up and down in the dusky light, and he gently swung his crotch in time with her movements. Her mouth was large, and most of his cock slid easily in and out. He treasured their synced unity and slowly felt his cum rise and build toward ejaculation.

When he came his torso jerked like a donkey kick. His semen shot into Bettina’s mouth and onto her face. Five separate spurts, if she counted right, the first one mighty, the ones after less and less. She licked his dick clean and teased his pee-hole with her tongue. She rose up and dislodged Travis’s fingers from her hair. She held his hand as she gently kissed his lips. Bella was snoring and missed the whole thing.

“There,” she said. “Maybe that will help to suck the sickness out of you. Now you get some more sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

She started to get up but Travis held onto her hand. He wouldn’t let go until they’d kissed again.

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Bettina rose early and took a shower, then put water on the stove for tea. Travis was due for another pill but he was sleeping peacefully so she decided to wait until he woke up to give it to him. She was sitting on a chair watching him when he stirred.

“Good morning,” she said, and rose from her chair. Bella woke up too so she put her out.

“How are you feeling?” she said, as she sat beside him on the bed and squeezed his hand. He swallowed his pill.

“I feel better,” he said softly. “Thanks to you. What you did…last night. That was…really good.”

“Glad you liked it. Need to suck that sickness out of you. I’ll do it again too when yo’ ready.”

Bettina pulled back the sheet. It was slightly damp, but not as bad as before. She put her hand on the front of his boxers. He was hard again, a morning boner, just like the good old days.

“Damn, you’re ready already, aren’t you,” she said, and without hesitation pulled his shorts down onto his thighs. She hefted his heated meat in her hand. “Nice cock,” she added, and went down on him.

It was warm in her mouth, not as hot as the night before, a good sign she thought. She sucked it for a minute, then kissed the tip, then licked it from the bottom up, and massaged his tender nuts in her mouth. She again felt Travis’s fingers on her scalp and took his member back into her mouth, kneaded his balls and sucked with a fiery fervor.

Travis guided her head with his hand in her hair and in the morning light he watched her, and marveled as his thankfully-hard white cock cruised in and out of her black head. It was sexy as hell, he thought.

He swayed his groin, gently fucking her beautiful mouth. He groaned with glee when she sucked him harder and fingered his tightening balls. Ugh…ugh…ugh…he grunted with each poke of her head, urging his cum to pay them another visit. It wouldn’t take long. He raised his groin over and over and deeper, pushing his cock into her mouth, reaching for her throat, and soon he felt his kettle boil and another spout from his years of frustration poured out.

Bettina groaned when Travis’s body buckled and she felt his first hot blast explode into the back of her throat. She started to gag but held on. She kept her mouth clamped to his testy cock as his cum surged into her mouth and his body oscillated beneath her. She wanted all of it; she knew she was sucking that damn malaria right out of him.

When he had no more to give Bettina removed the dick from her mouth and licked the tip. Travis pulled her head up to his and he kissed her, and rammed his tongue into her jizzum-coated mouth. He hugged her tight, and she hugged him, and she was soon lying beside him with Travis’s hands roving over her back and her ass.

“That was so good,” he said. “You are so sexy.”

“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered.

“You do, Bettina. You do.”

“Good. Now you gotta get better so you can fuck me,” she said, matter-of-factly.

She kissed him again and pushed herself out of the bed.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast,” she said. “If you feel good enough for blowjobs, you should feel good enough to eat.”

“You look good enough to eat,” Travis said.

“That too,” she said. “When we fuck. You want my pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah. I want all of you.”

“Good. Now the sooner you get better, the sooner we can get to fuckin’. We’re way overdue. The whole town thinks we’ve been doin’ it anyhow, so we might as well get to it.”

Travis laughed to himself and watched her leave the bedroom. He nodded off while listening to her rummage around in the kitchen.

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Over the next several days Bettina used Travis’s truck to drive the few miles to and from town. She would go to work and drive back on her lunch time to check on him, fix him some soup or do whatever needed doing and then head back into town. Her momma gave her some shit when she went home to pack a bunch of her clothes, but she just ignored her for the most part. ‘He’s sick, he’s all by himself, he needs me’, was all she said, and left.

By the third day Travis was feeling much better. He was still tired and weak, but the fever had subsided and he was up and around. Bettina reminded him when she left for work that it was her day to work late, and that she would be getting back to the cabin at a little after eight instead of a little after five. ‘Keep taking your pills!’ she reminded him when she left.

When Bettina drove up to the cabin that evening, Bella ran to the truck to greet her. At first she thought, Oh no, the dog’s on the loose, something’s wrong, but she soon saw Travis sitting on the porch rocker drinking a can of beer, waiting on her. She knew right away he was feeling better and getting back to normal.

Travis rose as Bettina climbed the steps onto the porch. They kissed, and she grabbed the can of beer from his hand and took a healthy swig.

“You feelin’ better, it looks like,” she said. “What smells so good?”

“I cooked us supper,” Travis said. “Venison steaks, greens and corn, bread and butter.”

“Sounds like quite a feast.”

“Yep. We’ll need the energy for what I’m going to do to you. You’ve been taking care of me, now I’m going to take care of you.”

“Yeah? What you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna do you.”

“God, it’s about time,” Bettina said, and slipped her hand between his legs.

“Uh uh,” he said, taking her hand, and leading her inside. “First we eat.”

The table was set. There were two candles burning and a bottle of wine chilling on the table. The food was cooked and warming, so they dished up their plates and sat down. Travis made a toast. He thanked Bettina for being there to help him and called her the bright light at the end of his long tunnel. They ate and drank and talked, first about her day at the drug store, then about Travis’s plans to get back to fishing and writing now that he was feeling better. He knew that in a few days he’d have his strength back to a hundred percent.

They cleaned up together as they finished off the bottle. Travis had no sooner hung the towel up to dry when Bettina spun him toward her and into her arms. They kissed and their tongues did flip-flops in their mouths. They squeezed each other tight and rain started banging on the tin roof as their bodies blended. They kissed long and their fingers wandered over their bodies and cock and nipples became hard-pressed between them.

“Make me your woman,” Bettina whispered.

Travis led her to the bedroom. The bed had been freshly made, so he sat her down on the edge and knelt before her. He unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then her bra, unleashing her smallish but hard-nippled breasts. He lay her back, unzipped her skirt and pulled it off and hung it on a chair. He took a moment to admire his lady, dark from head to toe except for her white panties. Then he stood and undressed before her.

He got into bed with her, his body naked against her for the first time. They resumed kissing and feeling each other up. His cock was hard but he wanted to take his time, make it beautiful. He traced his hands all over her, her back, her front, her neck and shoulders, her butt. And inside her panties, where he felt her pussy, already wet with anticipation. Bettina pushed her panties down onto her thighs with her fingers, then got them all the way off with her toes. Travis squeezed her ass in his hands, and she moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Bettina sifted her long black fingers through Travis’s light brown hair as his lips and tongue blazed a trail over her upper body and worked his way down. He licked her stomach, slim and flat, and she giggled when he jammed his tongue into her concave belly button. But she didn’t giggle when he licked her pussy for the first time.

She hissed like a cobra, wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed her twat into his face. He licked the insides of her open lips and tasted her soulful zest. It smelled clean and funky at the same time, and she pushed it against his face, and groaned when it forced his tongue inside her. She tightened her cunt around his tongue and squeezed.

“Eat me, Baby,” Bettina said.

Her crotch and his face became a machine with two parts, working in tandem with the help of Bettina’s hands and legs locked around his head. With his tongue being chomped on by Bettina’s busy beaver, Travis buzzed her turgid, rubbery clit as best he could with his upper lip. This was his first-ever black pussy, but he knew already it was the best he’d ever had.

Bettina squealed and her body shimmied and her cunt loosened. Travis took her clit into his mouth and sucked it like a straw. She bellowed a low aaahhh and Travis felt a warm, wet flow meet his face. Her salty, vinegary cum was in his mouth and in his nose and on his chin and reminded him of the smell of french fries at the beach when he was a kid. When her cum and shakes had stopped, Travis lifted his head with a smile on his face.

“You taste good,” he said.

“Let me taste,” she said, and pulled his head up to hers and buried her tongue into his mouth. They kissed deeply and she licked her cum off of his chin.

“Fuck me,” she said.

Travis was more than ready, his dick was patiently cocked and loaded.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked.

“Yup. I’ve been on birth control since the day after we first kissed.”

She’d been waiting for this. She grabbed his swollen cock and pulled it into her. Then she clenched her legs around him and sucked his cock with her cunt.

Travis started slowly, but that didn’t last long. They quickly fell into a steady pulse, gradually with more quickness and force, and they both grunted with each mighty jolt. The bed was soon rocking and Bella left the room to give them their noisy privacy. My first time with this woman, Travis thought, and she’s the best fuck of my life.

The rain banged harder on the roof and they banged harder in the bed. Travis was slamming Bettina hard, but she was giving it right back to him. Her long, wiry body was amazingly limber and her arms and legs were wrapped around him like black snakes as their groins pounded away. Bettina was not a quiet lover, she was full of grunts and groans as she drilled her body onto his. Her cunt gripped his cock with an assertive suction, like she was trying to syphon his cum up from his toes.

As they fucked, Travis had a brief vision flash into his head: The day when he first met Bettina, when she had boated up to his dock with her little brothers and sister. How young and innocent she’d looked, the big sister, the babysitter. And how he’d never imagined at the time that he’d have her in his bed, that his cock would be hard and full, and that he would be ramming it into her tasty, black twat. He never would have guessed what he was learning now: This girl was born to fuck.

Travis was sweating now, but it wasn’t from the fever. Bettina was sweating too, but she didn’t slow down any. They had a steady beat going and they were playing each other. Over and over they hammered each other, and their mouth-fucking kisses were deep and wet and long.

“God, this is good,” Travis said hoarsely, without slowing down.

“We fuck good,” Bettina said. “I knew we would.”

Travis could feel his semen stir and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer.

“I’m going to come,” he squeaked.

“Good,” she said, and clamped her legs even tighter around him and squeezed his buttocks as hard as she could with both hands.

The rush rose up through Travis’s steeled cock and crackled on its way out. His body vibrated as he released a heavy load, and pumped spurts of his cum into Bettina’s pussy for the first, of which he already knew, would be many times.

“God, that’s good,” he said.

“Here I come again,” Bettina said.

“I want to feel it.”

Travis gently pushed his tender cock to and fro inside her and they were smiling at each other when he felt her wet warmth flow, surrounding his cock and seeping out of her and dripping onto his balls. Travis collapsed beside her and put his arms around her. They were laughing softly for a moment before they kissed, and their tongues started doing a slow fuck of their own.