Rise of Wynn Crosby

Rise of Wynn Crosby

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Status: Finished

Genre: Action and Adventure

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She was only eighteen when she split from home and her separating parents. But Wynn was sassy and resourceful and something was driving her, although she didn't know much about that as yet. Wynn could sing beautifully and had received some voice coaching at school. She also had written songs about her loneliness and had been raised on country music. Wynn so far had no ambition beyond earning some money to survive and to be left alone to write songs. Oh she was interested in gaining sexual experience. Not many of the guys where she was from liked skinny blondes.

Summary

She was only eighteen when she split from home and her separating parents. But Wynn was sassy and resourceful and something was driving her, although she didn't know much about that as yet. Wynn could sing beautifully and had received some voice coaching at school. She also had written songs about her loneliness and had been raised on country music. Wynn so far had no ambition beyond earning some money to survive and to be left alone to write songs. Oh she was interested in gaining sexual experience. Not many of the guys where she was from liked skinny blondes.

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Submitted: December 15, 2010

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CHAPTER 1
 
The end of family life as a foursome had arrived for Wynn Crosby, a day after her high school graduation.
 
It was 6:00 and the rising sun colored her usually drab room.
 
Eva her mom, a barroom slut by all accounts although her job title was bar manager, would leave later that day with Wynn’s little sister Meg to live on her parent’s ranch where Eva had been born and lived until she was eighteen and that was when she ran away.
 
Wynn’s parents had agreed to split when Wynn finished school. Wynn had still to decide whether to go with her mom to the ranch or head west with her dad Pete. She’d changed her mind about which parent to go with a couple of times.
 
Actually her mom reckoned it had been fourteen times. At times her mom could be distanced from the truth.
 
At 6:05 Wynn had decided. She threw on jeans and a top and finished packing her bag she went into Meg’s room and kissed her barely awake sister goodbye.
 
Wynn grabbed her bag, took one last look around her room and went out and jumped into her dad’s rusting pickup and drove to the train station. Parking the vehicle prominently she put the keys in the hiding place and hoped her dad would have the brains to check out the train station for his missing vehicle that he must have heard being driven off.
 
The 6:30 train arrived at 7:05 which was at least before her father arrived to drag her back home. He wasn’t even in sight as the train pulled out
 
This was a crazy thing to be doing with nothing planned but the alternatives hadn’t been all that choice. Gran hated her because she couldn’t dominate Wynn like she could Eva and Pete had no idea where he would go or what he would do except he’d confided drunkenly to Wynn he wanted to find a woman this time who liked him and who had a decent pair of boobs.
 
Yeah well Eva’s hung rather low and her faced looked worn and tired.
 
Wynn fell asleep and was robbed. At least that was her dream but when she awoke, heart racing, she found her $174 in her money belt was intact. It was a freight train with two passenger cars and there was no one else in her car.
 
Close to sunset Wynn left the train at Eltham City, having chosen that destination because it would be a long way from Gran and because it was a place she’d never heard of. Walking from the station Wynn heard the train leaving and suddenly felt about twelve and wanted her mommy.
 
She sighed and said “Jesus!” and grinned, remember she was eighteen and could say things like that and if she’d really had wanted to feel lonely she could have gone to live at the ranch with Gran watching her every move.
 
Wynn was hungry, having only had four sandwiches all day. She went into Tex’s Diner, a 24/7 outfit that was well patronized.
 
“Hi, I haven’t seen you before,” the guy behind the counter said, eyeing the pretty young blonde with an athletic body.
 
“Nah I’ve just trained in.”
 
“Jesus I thought only foreign tourists rode trains these days.”
 
“I have no wheels.”
 
“Oh yeah, you’re just a kid. Are you eating in or taking out?”
 
“In.”
 
“Here take a menu and find a table. Where are you staying?”
 
“That decision awaits.”
 
He laughed and said she spoke funny and she said “Asshole” and he laughed again.
 
Five minutes later he arrived with two coffees and sat with her.
 
“I’m Tex Arnold.”
 
“And I’m the Queen of Tonga if your name is Tex.”
 
He said his parents called him Harry but he was Tex to everyone else.
 
“I’m Wynn Crosby.”
 
“Jesus you ought to hurry to change that name.”
 
“Don’t be so insulting. Is that what happened to Harry?”
 
He grinned and asked was she running away.
 
“Yeah.”
 
“How old are you?”
 
“Eighteen.”
 
“And have your Social Security Card with you?”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Want to work for me?”
 
Wynn was aware she couldn’t afford to be too choosy.
 
“Providing the job goes with a bedroom.”
 
Tex, who was in his late forties, stroked the side of his face while looking at her boobs.
 
“None of my other girls live in.”
 
“I can’t see what that has to do with me.”
 
He grinned and said he bet she’d grown up as a wild girl.
 
“I can run like the wind, shoot, ride dirt bikes and drift cars, throw knives and fight till I’m over-powered.”
 
He grinned. “Can you count money?”
 
“Yeah. I’ll have steak, a pile of onions and peas. That’s all.”
 
“What about ice cream to follow?”
 
“Nuh.”
 
“What about peaches and cream?”
 
“Okay but go easy on the cream.”
 
 
When Wynn dropped her bag at the till and prepared to pay Tex came over and said, “This meal is a complimentary Anna. Wynn is coming to work for us. Come up and inspect your room Wynn or you can share with me if you wish.”
 
“Why would I want to share?”
 
Tex looked embarrassed and Anna laughed.
 
The room was quite luxurious. Tex explained she would start as a waitress and if she were any good he’d promote her. Uniforms were supplied and he outlined general conditions.
 
He asked intently, “Don’t you wish to sleep with me?”
 
“No.”
 
“Are you a virgin?”
 
“No.”
 
“Then what is it?”
 
“You are unshaven, bald and old.”
 
“Jesus,” he said, and stormed out, leaving Wynn laughing into a yawn. The room had an en suite and she ran a bath.
 
Tex returned with coffee and apologized for turning grumpy.
 
“Are you about to have a bath?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Then can I sit with you?”
 
“I suppose so. But try to touch me and I’ll kick out your balls.”
 
Tex looked a little pale but smiled bravely and said, “Got it, no touching.”
 
Wynn shrugged, wondering what the hell was she doing. But she undressed fearlessly in front of him and Tex said “Jesus” and following her into the bathroom carrying a chair. He left and returned with their coffee.
 
They chatted and when Wynn stood to get out he said gallantly, “Can I dry you?”
 
“That’s touching.”
 
“Oh yeah. Well goodnight. Remember your shift starts at 8:00.”
 
“Goodnight Tex and thanks. Just think of me regarding you as a benevolent father who doesn’t touch his daughter.”
 
“Oh yeah, right.”
 
 
Perhaps their conversation was juvenile, even puerile, but at least in Wynn’s mind it establish mental boundaries within which she and Test could freely operate socially. She’d retreat hurriedly if she found Tex drunk and randy or experiencing wild mood swings.
 
* * *
 
Some of the regular personnel were miffed when learning of Wynn’s apparent ascendancy but Tex was up to it and explained, “Wynn is my niece… er she is not required to call me uncle.” 
 
Wynn who’d worked for a functions catering company since she was sixteen to earn money for the extras she while living at home as a student and being without a regular allowance, soon displayed her serving and catering organizing skills to Tex’s team. That and her winsome manner won her friends because she really was cute.
 
She settled into a routine and told Tex she wanted to only work the day shift.
 
“Why you are not studying or running loose with guys?”
 
“Because it’s what I want to do.”
 
Tex thought about that sassiness and scratched his nuts and that made Wynn look at Tex thoughtfully.
 
“What?”
 
“None of the females around here really respect you or emote with you because you do uncouth things like scratching your nuts.
 
He snapped defensively, “Mind your fucking business.”
 
“And you don’t know how to moderate your tone and language when speaking to females.”
 
“What the hell are you talking about?”
 
“Tex tonight you and I begin on your makeover.”
 
“You are crazy girl. You’re hallucinating. Has one of the girl’s put you on dope?”
 
“Tonight Tex and I don’t want you behaving like a redneck.”
 
“Fucking hell,” he said, stomping off.
 
 
Everyone noticed Tex next morning. For a start, his hair was trimmed off above his collar and his beard had gone. His moustache and sideburns remained although tidied up and he smiled and said good morning to everyone and wasn’t seen to spit even once and twice even said excuse me when pushing past one of the girls.
 
There was talk that Tex might be on dope.
 
Wynn went out when the stores opened and came back with parcels and Tex was called upstairs.
 
He reappeared looking very self-conscious in western-style clothing including a belt with a huge brass buckle. He went off wearing sneakers and returned wearing cowboy boots and carrying two other boot boxes.
 
The word went out: “Wynn.”
 
Maggie whispered breathlessly to a couple of girls working with her, “Tex just asked me how baby Jules was doing. He not only asked about her but used her name.”
 
“God Wynn has decided to really take him in hand,” Becky said. “I expect women will start looking at her uncle if she continues on like this.”
 
The following Saturday was the last Saturday night of the month Music Night at Tex’s Diner. Tex paid Ma Riley to play piano and usually two or three girls turned up with violins or perhaps one with a double bass and the odd customer would get up and sing, some singing very oddly.
 
Around 9:00 Wynn came down wearing her new blue taffeta dress and shiny blue shoes. They were fairly ordinary but when she’d showed them to the girls on her shift they knew Wynn, who didn’t appear to have much, apparently thought they were the clothes for a princess.
 
At 9:15 Ma Riley called ‘Supper Break’ and went off with the two kid violinists and old Harry Wilks who played banjo.
 
With the musicians gone the atmosphere of the huge room plunged into mediocrity, the air punctuated with bawdy laughter of drunks and hopeful females.
 
Amid this musical vacuum, Wynn left her corner table where she’d been dining with her uncle and sat at the piano and played some opening bars and then began singing in a beautifully pure voice a song no one there had every heard about the last days of summer. Then followed another sad song about forever lonesome and the disappearance of a childhood dog chasing a rabbit on thin ice over a pond.
 
They were lovely songs and sung beautifully but this was Saturday night and folk were not looking for a funeral atmosphere.
 
Up to the piano strode Tex. He picked up old Harry’s banjo, performed a few lively strums while saying something to Wynn and they were away, revving up the place with ‘Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun’.
 
They had the place into a real swinging atmosphere when the band hurried back to reclaim their rightful spot and half an hour later as some people drifted away Wynn had the girls stack some of the tables against the wall. She got Tex up to dance with her and other couples joined them and half an hour later Tex was called to unlock the secure liquor storage room because the bar was being drunk almost dry.
 
Late night, young widow Thelma Young was seen disappearing up the stairs with Tex.
 
The night shift girls giggled with the quite drunk Wynn, wondering if Tex would remember how to use it, if indeed it had ever been used for that purpose.
 
It was one of those memorable nights people sometimes have.
 
Wynn didn’t work Sundays and so next day slept through till 4:00 when she appeared and had late lunch. The head of shift Sara Black told Wynn excitedly that breakfast and lunch had been delivered to Tex’s bedroom suite and Widow Young was seen in bed with him, nude, on both occasions.
 
“What you have done to improve Tex’s image is amazing,” Sara said.
 
“It was always there but hidden,” Wynn said and the women fell into a giggling fit.
 
They were off again when Sara spluttered, “Widow Young has now got the bit between her teeth.”
 
 
The sex drought for Wynn ended two evenings later when she went to Mrs Black’s home for dinner.
 
“This is my husband Bill,” Sara said as they entered the living room.
 
“Hi Wynn,” Bill said, kissing her. “You are the young woman who runs Tex and his diner I’m told.”
 
“I’m one of the wait staff if that’s what you mean.”
 
“Oh yeah?” Sara scoffed. “And this is my son-in-law Josh whose wife, our daughter Danielle, is away finishing her MBA at the moment.”
 
“Hi Josh,” Wynn said uncertainly and Josh stayed rooted on the spot, staring at her, mouth open.
 
“God you two, kiss,” Sara cajoled. “It’s not as if that’s having sex.”
 
“I wouldn’t mind if it were,” the usually irrepressible Wynn said, and leapt forward and kissed the son-in-law flush on the mouth. Josh and Bill looked shocked but Sara made no effort to conceal her smirk.
 
Later when Wynn rose to leave Sara darted out to the kitchen and returned with a torch.
 
“Josh please escort Wynn home. She doesn’t have a car.”
 
“No I’ll be fine but thanks for your concern Sara.”
 
“Josh,” Sara commanded.
 
Josh heeded Sara’s call and said to Wynn, “You’ll need protection from rampant mounted dragoons, highwaymen, jobless scoundrels and nefarious women of the night.”
 
 “Omigod, please protect me sire,” Wynn said, holding out her arm as she studied Sara curiously and the feedback was a wink.
 
They’d not walked 100 yards before Wynn asked Josh was he missing sex.
 
“So much that it hurts,” he groaned.
 
“Might I relieve you?”
 
“What? Er you mean…” He trailed off.
 
“Yes please allow me to get you off.”
 
“Did Sara ask you to offer that, um, service?”
 
Wynn laughed and said no. “But my guess is she intended it to happen, or something like it.”
 
“You mean full sex?”
 
“Yes. Do you have a condom?”
 
“Ah no.”
 
“Fortunately I do. Come on, there’s a public garden up ahead. We’ll need to climb the fence.”
 
“God are you game enough to do that and take the risks?”
 
“In the name of sex yes. I’ve only had sex three times and the gap since the last time has been unbearably long.”
 
“Omigod, a female who likes sex!”
 
 
The wooden seat was hard and damp with dew but Wynn didn’t care. She sat and pulled the tentative Josh in front of her and unzipped him. She was accomplished enough to have him more than interested and within a couple of minutes he had a mitt down her dress front and was working a breast and that also excited Wynn.
 
Wynn pulled her hold-ups down to avoid ruining the stockings on the uneven wood, rolled the condom on to the very eager Josh who was drooling, and climbed on to the bench on to her hands and knees, leaving Josh to find his way in as illumination from a distance street light was very faint.
 
Josh was up to it and was big enough to have Wynn gasping a bit but that’s what she’d wanted.
 
“Gee that was magnificent,” Josh said, still breathing a little heavy as he lifted Wynn to scale the fence.
 
“I loved it and want you to teach me about sex,” she cooed.
 
“Well I wouldn’t say I know enough to be a good tutor.”
 
“But you know more than I do, right?”
 
“I guess so.”
 
“Well I’m available for lessons every night until your wife returns.”
 
“Wife? Oh god. Um can I get back to you on that.”
 
“Yes of course. But don’t chicken out buddy. You need casual sex as much as I do and I’ll respect the fact that you’re married.”
 
“Respect?”
 
“Yeah I won’t attempt to lure you from you wife.”
 
“Oh yeah.”
 
Wynn waited in vain for Josh to say yes they should have a fling and thought she had confirmation he would be unable to stay away when he kissed her just short of the diner and then dropped a hand to cup her pussy and squeezed.
 
She said hoarsely, “Can you suggest how I should react when you push in? The truth is I really don’t know what I’m suppose to be doing.”
 
“Well I guess most of it is governed by instinct although there are some technicalities to keep in mind and individuals do have preferences.”
 
“Look Tex and I eat in the diner at 7:00 and no doubt Tex will have his lady with him. Why don’t you join us?”
 
“What to eat?”
 
“Yes we don’t fuck at the table.”
 
He laughed and they kissed and she broke away and said goodnight.
 
“Goodnight you wonderful young woman. Um you said 7:00?”
 
Wynn raced back to kiss him again and said happily, “Yes 7:00. Bring condoms.”
 
* * *
 
Thelma Young moved in with Tex and assumed the role of day hostess and Wynn asked Tex if she could transfer to the kitchen to keep out of Thelma’s hair as she worked to establish her authority. He said yes and put her in charge. There was no head chef and so there was no problem about pecking order, especially within a couple of days it was found the kitchen was running more smoothly than ever before and supplies were being reordered before they ran out.
 
Encouraged by this development Wynn abandoned her decision to move on and concentrated on befriending Thelma and that worked like a dream, Mrs Young treating Wynn as if she were her daughter although their age difference was only thirteen years.
 
Back into regular sex again, Thelma was blooming.
 
The diner was crowded on the next end-of-month Saturday night and one all the temporary seating was filled Tex had to place the Saturday night security guard outside the doors and turn people away.
 
Text asked a pal, “Why are you guys here? You guys have never been here on Saturday night in yonks?”
 
“We’ve here to listen to your songbird Tex and the girls are wondering who’s feeding her sex now that you are banging Mrs Young.”
 
“Songbird… you mean Wynn?”
 
“Jesus mate, we know you don’t know much about restaurant operation and play a mean banjo but would have thought you’d know a good singer when you heard one.”
 
His wife said, “Although your little beauty is a white girl Tex folk are saying she sings the Blues and she’s written all of those sad songs she sings.”
 
“Jesus.”
 
“Tex who’s giving her sexual satisfaction now you have Mrs Young?”
 
“Um Maggie she had a guy but his wife’s back home. Are you really here to eat and listen to her rather than Ma Riley and her Ragtags?”
 
“Yes you idiot. God wake your ideas up man. If you don’t know that you ought to be working out in the kitchen rather than attempting to run this place.”
 
Tex returned to his table looking bewildered and said to Thelma and Wynn, “It appears most of these people are here to hear you sing Little Darling.”
 
Tex winced having used that endearment in front of Thelma but to his astonishment Thelma said, “Thank Christ someone around here recognizes talent.”
 
Wynn said in surprise, “But my songs are sad song.”
 
“Honey believe me, some people can only take so much boom-boom in-you-brain musical assault. Who did you think Don Gibson was writing for when he penned ‘Oh, Lonesome Me?”
 
“All lonesome people or people who remember being in the flux of uncertainty.”
 
“Omigod who gave you that definition?”
 
“Mom. She claims to have been lonely all her life.”
 
Thelma hunched forward as if hot on the scent. “Darling what is your real name?”
 
“Donna Wynette Crosby.”
 
“I see. So I guess Donna was your father’s choice and Wynette your mom’s?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“And that Wynette eventually was shortened to Wynn. Who is that named after?”
 
Wynn mumbled Virginia Wynette Pugh.
 
“Aha,” Thelma said triumphantly.
 
Tex said he didn’t get it.
 
“You fool,” Thelma laughed, elbowing him in the ribs. Virginia Wynette Pugh’s professional name as a singer-songwriter was Tammy Wynette.”
 
“Jesus,” Tex said, rubbing the side of his face.
 
“Mom stood by her man only because of the strength Tammy Wynette gave her. Please guys, keep this association with the music of Tammy secret. It’s mom’s link, not mine.”
 
“Yes dear of course but don’t ignore the fact that the effect has rubbed off on you,” Thelma said. “Now I want you to go up and put on that brown and white cowgirl shirt I saw when you showed my your meager wardrobe and I’ll tell Ma Riley and tonight’s Ragtags that when you come down they will be providing the backing for as long as you wish to sing brackets. They won’t know your songs so let Ma chose standards for you. Later Tex and accompany you on harmonica when you sing a bracket of your own songs.”
 
“Well I really don’t know…”
 
“Just do it darling. This is your coming out night. Tex will introduce you.”
 
“Tex?”
 
“Your time has come honey. Just do it. I promise no way will you fail.”
 
As Wynn came down the stairs, her hair fluffed out and wearing her brown and white shirt and pale blue jeans and black ankle boots the room went wild with people taking up the cry, “Wynn, Wynn.”
 
There appeared no need for an introduction but Tex stood and proudly announced, “Folk this is my niece Wynn Crosby and this is her first big night out.”
 
There was thunderous applause.
 
Wynn walked over to the piano and said, “Thanks Ma for agreeing to be roped into backing me tonight. Just play country standards; I’ll know them and will pick up on the intro.”
 
To Be Continued
 


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