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Sweethome Alabama


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I love this, all those fookin commies signing about Alabama.

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I dunno, to me, its our song, and if you have never lived in Alabama, why are you signing it? I don't run around singing New York New York?

Golf at Ballard’s camp and then stop an aircraft carrier in its tracks.

I was living in Hotlanta at the time, 1976 and had just moved over there from Birmingham, Alabama.
I went over to Bhm for a few days and spent the first one in the Jimmy Ballard camp. He would start you out early in a classroom situation, and then get you out on the range once you had the theory and you would hit hundreds of balls during the day. It would be an 8 hour ordeal.

I loved working with JB, he was so intense. I stayed at an older motel on the east side of town and not in Hoover where I used to live and preferred to hang out at. Because this place and side of town had seen better days, I could get a suite; have 3 rooms and almost 1200 sq ft. and it was close to J<B. When you live on the road full time like I have since the 60’s space becomes something very important to you. JB would later go big time and move his operation to Doral in Miami.

I have lived 80% of my life, in one room, taken up with 2 beds, and a shitter. It does not matter if you pay $175 a night, or $35 at Motel 6, most motel rooms are about the same size, small.

The Ballard camp had worn me out, so after soaking in a hot tub, a couple of stiff scotches, I got dressed and went into town to one of the high class joints. I walked in and there she was, sitting at the bar. Long black hair she wore up, dark eyes, and a body of a Goddess. Everything about this woman was perfect. Early 30’s, tall, slim hips, big hooters, what else could a man ask for.

Her name was Jane. I worked her hard, put on all my best hustles, but she had heard them all and I got nowhere but a phone number. The 2nd night, I put on my best dazzle them date that always worked, I went all out, top resturant, the works, top of red mountain, 1000' up overlooking downtown in a private country club, same she-yit, worked my arse off and struck out again. The third night, I finally got to take her home for the first time; she had a great apartment, very nicely decorated.

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I got nowhere on the couch, all my usual advances were going nowhere. Finally I decided on the cave man approach, since the Cary Grant moves went nowhere. I got up, walked over, picked her up in my arms, and carried her up the stairs, Like Rhett Butler, found the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed, and since she had not objected lightly, saying what do you think you are doing, and I said, anything your heart desires my dear, I slid in beside her. It was a night of love and passion that I had never seen equaled by any woman. I had been with the best, got drunk with the rest, and this one was the best lay of my life.

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I could only get back to Bhm once a month, and we dated for about 6 months. She fell deeply in love with me and wanted to marry me, which was a problem, as I was married at the time. I ran into a lot of beautiful women, and I did not go off half cocked on each one. They were this fun thing you did on the road, then the fun ended, you went home to your old lady. I learned, they came, and they went, like street cars, and when they went, I did not shed a tear, I was rather cold and heartless. That is the life of a traveling rambling man.

Slowly her story came out. She was the executive secretary to the President of the main steel company there which was the biggest company in town, so I figured she was banging this guy and that’s how she got the job. She had been a model and since that work was not steady, she got pulled into a very high class call girl operation. The very high up, very wealthy will pay a lot of money for a beautiful young woman like her, who will be discrete and not do anything to jeopardize their life or situation.

Now I knew why she was so good in bed, she fooked for money. I was amazed she told me her past. I guess the reason she did, is because she wanted to marry me, and the only way it could work, was for her to come clean, and for me to accept her past.

I checked in the Plaza hotel in NYC once around this same time frame, walked out the door, got about 100’ and this stunning beautiful blond, comes on to me. It was $100, which I jumped at and I could not believe how beautiful she was. After I said, you are so pretty, you can be anything you want to be, have any guy, why don’t you just leave this place, go to the Midwest and marry some guy who owns a grocery store chain.

She said, once you are a hooker, you are one for life. Even if you quit, you did so many guys, no matter where you move to, sooner or later, you will run into one of your John’s and he will spill the beans and ruin your life.

Geeze Louise she was right. I have taken girlfriends on trips to some of the most isolated places on the planet and run right into a neighbor down the block, or somebody I work with.
Jane began to buy me expensive gifts, a gold chain I still wear today to remember her by, a very expensive reddish brown jacket, things like that. She wanted me to look nice.
I talked her into taking a few days off and we went down to Pensacola, my favorite beach in Florida. We played a little Tennis, she was terrible. I then knew golf was out. I charted a boat and we went deep sea fishing. One afternoon we went out to the far point of Pensacola Beach, to the state park and out to Fort Pickens. Back then, there was no charge to go in, no rangers, it was very isolated, you could be out there and alone. Pure white sand, total beach heaven.

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One thing leads to another, and the next thing I know, we are in the surf, I am taking her bikini off, I toss hers and mine back up on the beach, I lay down in the gentle surf, she gets on top and is facing out to sea. It’s ride em cowboy in the sea. There was an aircraft carrier going around the Island about the time we began to embrace in the surf. I can just about imagine what was going on that ship up on the bridge. They are all there, glued to their binoculars, and I have a pair of those big mothers they use, and they could see us up close. They are saying, 5 gets you 8, he porks her right there in the surf. Bet. Oh shit, there goes the top. Holy she-yit, she just got on top, drop the fookin anchor, full fookin stop. Yes that sucker shut down and parked right there to enjoy the show. I considered it a sort of USO show, for our naval boys and Marines, Hoo Rah, Semper Fi. I bet I got wrote up in stars and stripes.

The other experience I had out there was about this same time frame, I am walking the beach at this same place and I walk up on two chicks lying on blankets with no clothes on. Nude bathing there would get you arrested. They were from New Orleans, which was not far away. Both were early 20’s, the thin blacked haired one, right off when I settled in with them, by asking to join them, told me right off she did not fook. I figured her to be the Bull Dyke, and the very beautiful blond, with the really sexy figure, was her old lady.

I went to work on the Blond, but that was a tough score. I have to snake her away from her old man, the Dyke, plus, I am 10 years older than her. She keeps eyeing my massive hard on in my skin tight bathing trunks which I will not take off in public. They have beers in a cooler and we all 3 have a lovely afternoon. They pull out a couple of joints, these chicks knew how to party. I invite them out to a nice seafood restaurant and talk the Blond into sneaking out and coming over to my room, my luck, we were all staying at the same place, which she did and I put a rabbit fook on her. She started out OK< then began to get cold feet, so I had to be the 60 second man and I could tell she was bailing out on me. I got a postcard from her when she got back home. She wanted me to come see her there, I never did. When they are weird, I do not mess with them for long.

Back to Jane, we return to Bhm, after this fantastic trip, and I have to fly back to Atl. At this time, being a sales manager, I flew everywhere I went. She did everything she could to keep me there, for me not to go back home. She even went to the gate, and begged me not to go, but I had to. When I left, she gave up on me, wrote me off. She had done the married man thing too many times and she knew how that game worked and ended up. She was one very smart lady. I saw her every time I went over there, but we never made love again, and boy did I try to.

I had just hired a new sales rep in West Palm Beach which is the winter home of some really wealthy people. The Rep lived in this really high class top end Condo. He said, he was out of town, but rent a car, don’t rent a hotel, just come over to his place and the key will be at the desk for me. He said, take the guest bedroom on the right, spend the night, and he would be back around noon the next day and we would go out and make some calls then.

So once I am settled in, and into my bathing suit and I hit the pool. After swimming my usually 50 laps, when I come out, there is this really nice looking Latino lady lying in a lounge chair close to mine. She must have saw me from her unit, and came down to check me out. She has a great bod, very sexy. I have a great bod also, and I am very sexy. She right off tells me she is a hooker, and I decide to put some BS on her, so I say, why so am I, we are in the same game, I am a professional Gigilo. I live in Atlanta and I come down here for a few days and my manager, who lives here, books me out. I did my best Richard Gere on her.

I expected her to laugh in my face, but she bought it, hook line and sinker. She invited me up to her apartment. We went right to bed, and now I had to blow her socks off, to prove who I was, but was not. I went all out and made the grade. It was a professional courtesy fook. Free Poosay, from a Hooker, I did not think that was possible. I figured she was just Bull she-yitting me, like I was her, but when she went into the can, I got up, saw a check on her dresser, written by a Firestone, for $1,500. This chick, was the real deal. I thought, a $1,500 freebie, you silver tongued devil.

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