little girl OF THE GLADES

The kickoff time Martin Luther ever laid centre on Sadie, the entirely way to describe his reaction to her is to say that he had an unbelievable, almost scary, feeling of awe. He also knew he could fall in love life with her. It was a warm, muggy day in early May, and he was hiking at a community of interests commons near the campus of the university he attended in Florida.

It was a big Mungo Park, some of it open, some of it wooded, with breeze table, tennis tribunal, a playground, and sporting toilet facility. There was a tumid lake with a trail all the way around the circuit of it. One lap around the lake was about two-and-a-half miles, so Martin Luther would often run or take the air from his apartment to the ballpark, take a lap around the lake, and then head back, and he'd get himself a pretty good workout.

Luther was hiking out from the trees when he heard a small-scale hoo-hah. Fifty pace ahead he saw a mathematical group of people on the bank at the water's edge, excitedly focused on something, and a small dog was barking and shrieking its head off. He jogged over to see what was happening.

The dog was about 20 dog pound, some fearless terrier, straining on its six-foot leash which was barely being grasped by a Thomas Young mother with a piffling young lady at her slope. And right there on the bank, loveseat with the pooch, was a squirmy, hissing alligator.

The gator looked to be about seven foot ; it was intemperately to order because some of its tail was under pee. Luther had seen gators around this lake before, but usually they were minding their own business, floating on the airfoil or sunning themselves on a far bank. But this reptile was not in a in effect modality, and the looker-on seemed to be hypnotized with no idea what to do.

"For God's sake, get that dog away from here !"a acuate, female voice cried out.

Luther, and everyone else, turned toward the voice. Standing to his right was a Danton True Young char with a concerned look on her face. She was marvelous and slim, and appeared to be about Martin Luther's age, with a blue skin color, big brown centre, an aquiline nose and long, black, braided hair. She was dressed in dismal dungaree cutoffs and a bucolic top.

"I'm serious, take up that dog away,"she said."That's a bull gator and it's mating season ; that dog could be lunch."

Finally, a teen boy took action at law and picked up the dog and they backed away.

"takings off your belt,"she said, looking at Luther.

"Huh ?"he said.

The alligator's tail swung hard to its left, pivoting the body to the right, scaring the shit out of everybody, and moving a bit farther up the depository financial institution. The young womanhood tossed her satchel on the background and kicked off her turnaround and walked into the water system, approaching the gator from backside. She jumped onto its all-embracing back and gripped him with her helping hand on each side of his neck. After a present moment or two the beast stabilized, and she slipped her hands around the come together snout and held tight.

"Can I adopt your belt ?"she said to Luther."You'll get it back."

Sheepishly, Luther unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off and moved closer, holding it out for her.

"grommet it through the warp,"she said.

Martin Luther did. She pulled the snout up so it pointed toward the sky.

"Now lower it over the snout."

Luther did as instructed, dangling the belt and lowering it around the snout. She tightened the belt as hard as she could and pulled it back the inverse way and fastened it. With purchase and stringy strength, she wrestled the gator onto its back and held the belt firmly.

"individual anticipate the police,"she hollered."They'll penury to get the Critter Gitter over here. They'll want to relocate this bad boy."

A woman called 911 on her cadre and explained the situation. She told the dispatcher that a Cy Young lady had subdued the animate being."Oh, I think she knows what she's doing,"they heard her say.

While they waited, the youth woman kept the less-active gator under control. Within five minutes a police cruiser arrived, and then the wildlife control guys showed up and took over. They taped up the gator's choppers and tossed Luther's bang on the forage, then hauled and wedged the big feller into their truck.

Luther picked up his belt and looped it around his waist. He lingered while people congratulated the gator girl. When the radical had dispersed, he approached her.

"That was amazing !"he said."You were very brave, and comforting. You obviously knew what you were doing. Very impressive."

"Thanks,"she said, blushing."Ya don't want to take any prospect with a bull this time of twelvemonth. That gator was bluff ; I think somebody's been feeding them. That's never a good idea."

"How did you learn to do that ?"

She shrugged."Grew up with them."

Luther found himself not only impressed, but very attracted to this girl. She was not what he would ring pretty, but she had a primal, almost wildcat amativeness to her. Tall and rangy, with small breasts and long, tip pegleg, and defined longitudinal muscles lining her forearms and calves.

"Grew up with them ?"

"Yeah. In the Big Cypress."

She grew up in a swamp ? he thought. Martin Luther was a metropolis boy, raised in the suburbs, so this was alien to him. He was now even more intrigued by this alien lady.

"My name is Luther,"he said, and held out his hired hand and they shook."Very decent to meet you."

"Sadie,"she said."Nice to fulfill you too."

Martin Luther looked at his watch. It was getting on late afternoon, glad minute somewhere.

"Could I buy you a drinkable ? Or a coffee or tea ?"he said."You don't have to run off, do you ?"

Sadie paused briefly, her natural caution, as if trying to resolve whether she should. She felt probationary around others, especially in populated domain, but she knew she had to be more open and sociable. She smiled, and her attitude relaxed.

"How about a smoothie ?"she said.

"sweet talker for two coming up !"he said with a smile. The smoothie shop was only a light paseo down the road.

They further introduced themselves as they walked to the shop class. Luther told her he was finishing up his next-to-last semester at the university with a major of Business administration, and often would hike and run at the park. He learned that Sadie had just visited the campus and had enrolled for summer school day and would be starting family later that month. At 20, she was starting college kind of lately. She would be majoring in Wildlife and Wildlands Science.

At the store Luther ordered two boastfully smoothies : A pineapple-mango for himself and a cherry-vanilla for Sadie. They sat at a mesa by the window and made small talk. Sadie gradually relaxed, and Martin Luther learned quite a bit about her.

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Sadie grew up in the swamp, on a hammock edging the Everglades and the Big Cypress. Her mother Mika was a Miccosukee Indian and her Father hot dog was a white guy from Empire State of the South. He was a flood rat, grew up hunting and trapping in another big swamp, the Okefenokee. He met her mother on a trip to the Glades, fell in love, and only went back to Georgia to pack up and say bye. He moved down to the Glades and he and Mika found their own space, where they homesteaded, and Frank built them a cabin. wienerwurst fished and trapped and hunted for food to eat and to sell in nearby town. He was also a handy automobile mechanic, known for naut mi around as the guy who could fix almost anything.

Sadie learned from her father at an early on age how to fish and hunt and trap, and helped bring food to their table. She loved where they lived and took great interest in her surroundings. She was entranced by the myriad botany and fauna and learned all she could about every one. Her education consisted of waking up everyday and absorbing the ravisher around her, and sporadic attendance at a one-room schoolhouse in a hamlet about five miles away. She would take the air and run to school day, sometimes her Dad would give her a aerodynamic lift in the airboat, but just as often she was too busy out in the marsh to bother. She attended family off and on for 11 years. But she loved when Dad would go to town for provisions, and she would go along and load up on library rule book, and bring in them rest home and bury herself in the pages.

The university had a playing area lab on the road skirting the swamp about six statute mile north of their cabin. When she was twelve, she'd heard that they would pay in force money for vicious snakes of the area. One day she hiked over there to regain out if that was true. There were two men there, both scientists, Mr. Jake and Mr. Fred, and they assured her it was true, fifty dollar for each rattler or water moccasin, and seventy-five for a coral serpent. They used them for inquiry and to sell to other introduction. She said okay, she would bring them some. They got a bang out of this saucy offspring gal, but they liked her and humored her, and told her to go ahead, but to be thrifty, and they would stock up on piffling hard currency. But, damn if they didn't end up paying her quite a bit of dough.

Over the next few age, they became her unbendable customers. Sadie would show up once a hebdomad with three or four Snake River, and go home with cash, half of which would go to the home and half of which she would save. On those visit she would flow around and babble out to the men and pepper them with questions and learn all she could about her environment and the wildlife and the plant and the ecosystem. The men were yarn-dye with this acutely young lady from the swamp, and encouraged her to get her high school equivalency, take the placement exams and apply to the university. They wrote glowing letter of the alphabet of recommendation for her. And now, here she was.

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Luther sucked his stubble and heard the poorly slurp of an void cup.

"What an nonplus story !"he exclaimed.

Sadie shrugged. It was her life, much different than his, but zippo remarkable. Luther's life in the suburbs was equally as foreign to her. She said she had to be going. She had an engagement with a dame who rented rooms to scholarly person. Then she had to grab the Greyhound for the three-hour bus ride family. She didn't own a car.

Luther asked Sadie if he could see her again. She shrugged again and they exchanged numbers. Sadie didn't have many friends, and she was uncomfortable around a lot of masses. This was one reason she'd decided to matriculate for the summer sessions, when the classes were humble and the campus uncrowded. Luther decided then that he would file for summer school, and graduate in August rather than hold off until December.

"There's no signal at household,"she said."So you might not be able to hit me."

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When Sadie came back for division, she and Luther began seeing each other. He was fascinated by her and he wanted to get to know her. She was not the typical college daughter that he could party with and get luxuriously with and get into bed. To Luther, she was as mystical a specimen of wildlife as the snakes and gators.

They met for charmer again -- the girl loved smoothy, that was one asset for civilization -- and then lunch, after which he kissed her for the initiative time. Then dinner, when they kissed some more, and a few other date. Luther suggested coming family with him, or getting a hotel room, but she nixed that approximation. Sadie's landlady was hard-and-fast about guests, so their dates usually ended with a make-out session on the front line porch swing.

Independence Day was approaching. Luther said something to Sadie about going to the firework together, but she said she couldn't go. Too noisy and too many the great unwashed. She would be busing rest home for the weekend.

"Could I drive you ?"Luther asked.

"What ? You drive me base ?"Sadie asked."Oh, no, Luther, I couldn't let you do that. It's a three hour drive each way !"

"That's okay, I'd like to. I'd lovemaking to see where you're from, it sounds interesting to me, so exotic. You can cave in me a term of enlistment, demonstrate me your darling places."

They batted it back and Forth River for a few transactions, and Sadie accepted.

"okeh, Luther, I accept. But I will buy your gas and your meals."

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July one-fourth fell on Monday, making for a long weekend. Saturday morning Martin Luther picked up Sadie and they headed off. It was a sunny, clear day and driving was wanton. They talked about anything and everything, plus Sadie told him about where they were headed and some of her retention and pet spots. She held his right deal when he wasn't shifting gears.

The first two hours were over well-traveled highway, then they turned onto a two-lane which continued to constringe as they drove into the backcountry. Luther's nose crinkled with the rancid, caustic miasm of the swamp.

"Home Sweet home,"Sadie said, as if on cue."God, I love that smell."

Finally, they arrived at a hamlet beside a lawless area of piss. There were a few star sign and shops including a general store, a restaurant, and a lure and tackle shop. There was a neon Busch Beer mark flashing in the window.

"park over there,"Sadie said, pointing to a small lot."You can leave behind your car there."

They grabbed their handbag, locked the car and walked into the bait shop. The place was cluttered with merchandise piled everywhere, a ice chest along one paries, and two roof rooter struggling to cool the place. Behind the counter sat a chubby shadow man with long white hair on his mind surrounding a bald-pated attic on top.

"how-do-you-do, war hawk,"Sadie said, as the man stood.

"well, hello Miss Sadie, welcome dwelling. dwelling from college, are ya ?"

"Yes sir, just for the weekend."She introduced Hawk and Luther."Got any safe fish today ?"

"Grouper's honorable. Fresh from the gulf."

"okeh, give me two pounds."

Hawk went into the back room and cut and wrapped the Fish and returned and placed it on the counter.

"Need anything else ? Like maybe worm repellant ?"

Sadie laughed, looking at Luther."Good intellection, mortarboard. One can, please."He put a can of Deet on the sideboard next to the Pisces."How much do I owe you ?"

Hawk flavor at the goods and scratched his chin."Gim me twenty dollar bill bucks,"he said.

"Got a sauceboat I can use ?"Sadie said, after paying up.

"Take number two, tank car's full. Your Dad just overhauled the carburettor this calendar week, it could use a workout."

They walked out where several boats were in slickness along the dock. They tossed their bags onto a twelve-foot airboat. Sadie untied it and pushed off. Luther had barely sat down on the work bench when the locomotive engine roared to life, and off they went. Slowly for about the first 40 K, then she hit the gas. It was too tacky to lecture without screaming.

They zipped over the open water but soon were barreling down narrow down alleyways bordered on either incline by locoweed eight feet heights. Luther guessed they had to be going thirty or xxxv miles per 60 minutes, and Sadie only slowed down when she had to earn a turn, and would skillfully maneuver the boat into another narrow, grass-lined waterway. The thinking crossed Luther's mind that if something happened to Sadie out here, he would die. It was a tangle he'd never get out of.

Then suddenly the sauceboat slowed, and Sadie cut the engine and they were adrift. She sat down on the bench beside him. She took his hand but didn't say anything.

"What are we doing ?"Luther asked.

"Just postponement,"Sadie said softly."I love this smear. After it's been quiet for a few bit, you'll see."

They slowly drifted. Even though the drench water seemed still as a millpond, Luther could sense a pernicious current pulling them along.

"look !"Sadie whispered, pointing off to their left."mocassin !"They watched two Hydra swimming with their fat psyche craned above the water supply, until they disappeared into the grass.

Sadie reached into her satchel and pulled out a baggie which contained two marshmallows. She threw the marshmallows into the water.

"What was that ?"Luther asked.

"I want to preface you to Mabel. Oh, here she comes now,"she said, pointing to their right.

Luther looked over and saw an alligator swimming toward the boat. It opened its mouth and the marshmallows disappeared into it. The gator hung around the gravy holder for a twosome minute of arc as they floated, and then drown off. For the next twenty instant they drifted and basked under the warm sun, watching the comings and goings of numerous birds, a stork, an ibis, spoonbills, pelicans, herons and egrets. Sadie identified all of them, as well as most of the industrial plant and tree along the way.

"I wonder if Mongo is out today ?"Sadie said.

"Mongo ? Who's Mongo ?"Luther asked.

"You'll know him when you see him,"she said.

She started up the gravy holder engine and they sped off. They passed a rise where a pack of risky hogs were scavenging, and a span of them stopped and stared at them as they passed by.

Sadie backed off the throttle as they entered a watery area. She tapped Luther on the shoulder and pointed to the left coin bank. Luther's eyes dilated as he took in the mass of a gigantic alligator, easily sixteen feet long and nearly four infantry wide, lying lazily on the grass.

"Mongo !"he shouted. Sadie smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later a log cabin came into view, and as the boat puttered up to the dock a charwoman came out onto the porch and waved. It was Sadie's mother, who hugged her daughter and welcomed them in. Her Dad, a immense man with a thickly head of hair of black-gray hair and arms like shoetree automobile trunk came in the back door drinking a beer, and soon Martin Luther had one too. They talked a while, then Sadie and Mika fried up the Pisces the Fishes and they all ate an early supper.

"Luther is the first person I met on campus,"Sadie said."I'm taking him to The Nest."

"Ah nice,"Frank said."Beautiful night for it. I was out there final calendar week and repaired the screen."

"I'll fix you a tank,"Mika said.

A half hour later Luther and Sadie got back on the airboat with a cooler replete of nutrient and drinking and a stuffed duffel bag. For the next twenty instant they sped down more alley of Gunter Grass, turning this way and that numerous times, until they reached what looked like a large, lawless shoal lake. About two-thirds of the way across, in spread pee stood a square building on Himantopus stilt. As they closed in Luther could see that it was just a room with walls on three sides, with the quaternary English screened, facing west.

It was other even and the sun was starting its descent. It was clear skies.

"It's going to be a gorgeous sunset,"Sadie said.

They secured the gravy boat beneath the cabin and got themselves and their cogwheel up the ravel and through the hachure in the base. They put their pocketbook and the cooler on the constitutional table along the Orient wall. Sadie opened the duffel and took out two sleeping purse, a giant air mattress and a animal foot heart. They spread out the mattress and Martin Luther started pumping. In a few minutes the mattress was plump with air and they rolled out the bags. Sadie pulled two beers from the ice chest and they sat down.

The sun was now low and sinking fast. They held hands and sipped beer.

"Isn't it beautiful !"Sadie sighed.

The sun kissed the watery horizon, and she squeezed Luther's hand and kissed him. Moments later the sun disappeared and a green sparkler hovered briefly above it and disappeared.

"Oh My God !"Sadie said."The green photoflash. That's only the secondment time I've ever seen it."

Martin Luther kissed her, long and lingering. He wanted her.

"You know something ?"Sadie said."When I agreed to let you beat back me dwelling, I knew then we would give sex. And I wanted our inaugural time to be here."

Their sass mashed together, each heart-to-heart and eagerly tasting the other, and Martin Luther couldn't maintain his men from roaming Sadie's sultry flesh. He kissed her neck and held her breast and slipped his hand inside her shorts.

Sadie was ready. She broke their embrace and pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed her lean bra to the side and wiggled out of her shortstop. She helped Luther out of his pants as he vacated his shirt. Finally naked, they fell back onto the mattress.

They kissed like thirsty man-eater, two naked primates ready to search, anxious to love, raring to fuck. Martin Luther's cock was hot and hard, and already secreting slobber of passion. Sadie's cunt was soaked and pulsing, and she was ready to give it to him.

Luther lowered his question and Sadie moaned when he nibbled her collarbone. Her teat were pocket-sized, but her nipples were large, and she moaned louder when he sucked one deep into his lip. He wasn't prejudiced, he sucked both mammilla for some clock time, back and forth as she groaned with delight, until both were strong and plump as gourds.

He kissed his way South over her hard, bronze belly and sucked on her protruding navel. He spread her branch and held her firm buttocks in his hands, and she tensed slightly when he lowered his side into her funky wetlands. Her pubic hairsbreadth was uncut, like the mile of sawgrass they'd motored past earlier that day, and smelled of sweat and the outdoors. He buried his nose into it, inhaling her animal scent, and jabbed his spit into her juicy twat.

She grunt-shrieked the way he imagined those barbaric hogs would. She pumped her cunt into his boldness, smacking him with savage force play. He briefly had the mental picture of her on the rachis of the dogshit gator as he sucked her quickened clitoris into his mouth.

This was a womanhood unlike any he'd ever had. She pumped his face and held his head business firm, pulling it blossom against her crotch, and ground her heels into his ass. He ate and sucked and licked her, and she banged him with all her might until her swampwater overflowed. She wailed like a banshee.

What a rush. Martin Luther couldn't have imagined that this gangly gal could hive away up such a load of cum. It was like getting streamed by a ardor hose.

His face was soaked, his spit was swimming, his cock felt like petrified wood. He moved on top of her, and he slapped a large mosquito that had just bitten him on the ass. He kissed her mouth as his prick dangled, teasing her hairy cunt. Sadie held it in her hand and led it to her possible action as her glossa danced with his.

"screw me,"she wheezed, with confine breath.

He felt her red-hot, well up mouth open for him, and the head of his cock entered her. He pushed, and her body wiggled beneath him, and she took to a greater extent of him in, and she did it again, until she had all of him. She was tight, the plastered pussy he'd ever had, and her muscles were strong and firm around him like a hot, silky vise. They were soon fucking hard, then fast. Luther's cock ramming her, sliding in and out against her inner rampart with a viscous friction, pounding her, lost in the rapture of her python legs twisting around him, squeezing him, loving him, extracting his cum.

Sadie grunted loudly with each jab of his steely prick into her specialize jackass, and the air mattress squeaked in unison as Luther drilled her sweaty trunk into it.

Luther hissed when his cum powered its way up from his chunk and through the shaft of his prick. Overloaded, it burned on the way out and he shot vicious jet into his new lover. Once vacate, he didn't halt, but kept pounding, Sadie grunting louder with each poke despite their knife in her mouth. She came again, and her body throw off beneath him for some time until finally coming to rest.

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They were awakened by a blood-curdling scream in the dark. Surely a woman was being murdered nearby.

"Holy hoot, what was that ?"Luther said excitedly, as a black fly bit his neck.

"Felis onca,"Sadie said calmly."Don't worry, we're safe."She kissed him.

One thing led to another. Soon they were hot and heavy and Luther's dick was hard and his fingerbreadth were inside her and Sadie climbed on top and he fucked her from the bottom up. She sat up with his shaft still inside her as she released, and Luther treasured her warm, wet flow as it covered him.

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Luther's dick rose with the sun, bursting. Sadie noticed it, and sucked him. He came in about two minutes.

"Good morning !"she said, with his cum on her lips.

He kissed her, tasting his cum, and pushed her naked organic structure back onto the mattress. He kissed his way down to her thighs, then to her genital organ, licked her labia, jabbed his tongue into her blind drunk kitty-cat and sucked her button like a peach pit until she power-washed his face again. Then they fucked again for good measure.

Once the sun was up they drank lovesome deep brown and ate hard-boiled bollock and gator jerked meat for breakfast, then packed and loaded the boat.

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They saw each other regularly over the rest of the summer. They studied together, dated and slept together a twain times a calendar week. But the sex never again equaled what they'd shared in The Nest.

As the second summer session came to a stopping point, they were drifting apart, and they both could feel it. Martin Luther was graduating. He would be returning to the city where he had job interviews lined up. Sadie would go to the swamp until the surrender semester. They promised to hold open in hint, but they both became very meddlesome and it didn't happen.

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Eventually Luther came realize something that Sadie had known instinctively : it never would have worked. They were too unalike. Opposites appeal ; but differences detract. You could take the girl out of the swampland for a while, but you could never take the swampland out of the girl.

He followed her life history from afar. Sadie raced through her bailiwick and became very admired in her section. She earned a masters and a doctor's degree and became a professor, and led summer inquiry expeditions to some of the great swamp in the world.

Martin Luther read an article online after she had returned from a trip to Brazil. There was a photograph of the team, and mention was made that Sadie had taken her eight-year-old son Lou along for the start time. He looked closely at the picture and enlarged it on his computing machine screen. He looked into the boy's human face and saw his own eyes and nose, the same curvature of the mouthpiece, the same smile.

He shook his head, thinking back. The timing was right. He reminisced about his visit to Sadie's swampland. The snort, the grasses, the mangroves, the Sus scrofa, Mongo, their night in The Nest, the light-green flash, the screaming panther. But what he remembered honorable was Sadie's quivering, sweaty body beneath his, his prick hard and driven, drilling her, and her grunts of luxuria as he released his seed inside her.

He'd never forget .