Chapter 2
After Calvin’s death, Henry was a changed boy. He moped around the house for weeks, and Martha’s attempts for him to go outside and play fell upon death ears. He rarely smiled.
Besides, Martha had to deal with Henry’s occasional temper that would flare up when he got frustrated, or things would not go his way.
He also got mad during those times when he fished in Leers Lake and did not catch any fish.
Henry would not hang around with the local kids and became a loner.
This worried Martha, and she prayed that he would eventually grow out of this behavior.
Then in July 1918, to support young Henry, Martha started working as a waitress at Wilbur’s Diner in Booneville. The pay was not great, but it at least placed food on the table.
The worst part was that she had to work ten-hour days from Monday through Saturday.
Henry found himself alone many Saturdays while she worked. So he would go fishing down at Leers Lake.
That brought back many fond memories of those days with Calvin. But he still got mad when the fish were not biting.
Then on May 8th, 1919, ten-year-old Henry was on recess outside the wooden one-room schoolhouse with the rest of the kids.
The kids ran around playing tag and other harmless games.
Henry stayed by himself as he did during all the recesses.
“Hey Henry,” called out a smart-ass kid named Ronnie Pettine during recess.
“What Ronnie?” Henry replied.
Ronnie looked around and got a smirk when he had some of the other kids near him. He looked back at Henry. “You have a huge nose Mister Hudson Huge Nose,” Ronnie called out in his usual smart-ass tone.
The kids around Ronnie laughed at his comment while they looked at Henry.
Henry’s blood boiled being the object of Ronnie’s laughter again, and this was the last straw. He clenched his fists and stormed over to Ronnie, who laughed out loud. He immediately punched Ronnie hard on his nose.
Ronnie dropped to his knees in the dirt, stunned that Henry hit him.
Then he realized his nose was bleeding. He started balling like a baby.
The other kids were stunned, as this was the first time they saw a fellow classmate get punched.
The teacher, Miss Lynnette, middle-aged with salt and pepper hair always in a bun, rushed out of the one-room schoolhouse when she heard Ronnie’s cries.
“What is going on here?” she asked while she rushed over to the kids.
“Henry punched Ronnie in his nose,” a girl named Nancy said and pointed at Henry.
Miss Lynnette was pissed and grabbed Henry by his right arm.
She rushed him off to the schoolhouse.
All the kids rushed after their teacher knowing Henry was going to be punished. They had to witness this act.
Ronnie stayed behind in the dirt, crying and wiped his bleeding nose on his shirt sleeve.
Miss Lynette rushed Henry back inside the schoolhouse.
She rushed Henry over to her desk at the front of the room. She bent Henry over the left side of her desk. She rushed over and removed a wooden paddle that hung on the back wall. She rushed over to Henry and gave him four good whacks on his backside with the paddle.
Henry did not cry and took his punishment like a man.
For the remaining months of this school year, all of the kids were afraid of Henry. After all, he did not cry when paddled by Miss Lynette. The kids respected Henry out of fear of being punched. Henry could sense this and started to love this respect he suddenly earned.
But from that day forward, there was always tension between Ronnie and Henry. But Ronnie was too chicken to fight Henry again.
The months flew by, and it was now 1920.
Henry got into more scraps with some of the older kids. But Henry’s fundamental boxing skills made him the winner almost every time. But during those times he lost, he never cried. He took his punches like a man.
In April 1920, Henry also started hanging around with another tough kid from the other side of town. His name was Frank Peabody, and his father had a gun collection.
So Frank and Henry would sneak out into the woods with some pistols belonging to Frank’s father. They would shoot at anything that moved. It also never bothered Henry to kill an innocent rabbit that happened to be in the vicinity.
During those nights when Martha had to work an extra shift, Henry would still pal around with Frank, and they would hang out in the seedy side of Booneville.
It was during the summer of 1920 when Henry had his first opportunity to observe live sex.
“Want to watch people fuck?” Frank asked Henry while they walked down one of the seedy streets.
“How can we do that?”
“There’s a whorehouse down off Fay Street,” Frank replied.
“What’s a whorehouse?”
“It’s a place where men fuck women,” Frank replied. “Let’s go.”
Frank took off, running down the street.
Henry got extremely curious, and he ran off down the street after Frank.
A little while later, Frank and Henry snuck through a dark alley.
They came to a window where the light was inside the room.
Frank moved two wooden crates under the window. He motioned for Henry to climb up on one of the crates.
Henry did, and they peeked in the window.
Henry’s eyes widened in joy when he saw a naked skinny middle-aged bald man on top of a slender woman in her forties. He watched while the man fucked the woman who raised her legs in the air. “That’s fucking?”
“Yes, that’s fucking,” Frank replied.
Henry got an erection watching the man fuck that skinny whore. He was fascinated with sex. “I want to try fucking,” he told Frank.
Frank looked at Henry and smiled. “I know this girl that might if we can get four bucks,” he said.
“Four bucks? I don’t have any money,” Henry replied.
“Then we’ll just have to find some.”
“Find some? What do you mean by finding some?” Henry asked a little unsure.
“Steal it,” Frank replied with a smirk.
Henry looked back at the window and watched while the man had his orgasm in the whore. “I do want to try fucking,” Henry said with a smile.
Henry and Frank got down off the wooden crates and ran off down the alley.
Twenty minutes passed, and Frank and Henry continued to peek in the front window of a seedy local bar.
They saw an older man shove some dollar bills into his left suit coat pocket. The old man got up from his table and staggered over to the front door.
Frank and Henry rushed away from the window and headed to the alley to the right of the building.
They peeked around the corner and watched while the old man staggered down the sidewalk and headed toward the alley.
The second the old man got close to them, Frank and Henry grabbed him and yanked him into the alley.
They knocked the old man to the ground.
Frank punched him in the face a few times while Henry reached in the left suit pocket of the man’s suit coat. He pulled out some dollar bills and showed them to Frank, then shoved them in his left pants pocket.
“Let’s go fucking,” Frank called out while he and Henry ran away down the street, leaving the old man in pain on the ground.
While they ran down the street, Henry reached in his pants pocket and removed the cash they stole. It was six bucks. He gave Frank three dollars.
Fifteen minutes had passed, and Henry and Frank rushed up to a small wooden house in dire need of painting on the outskirts of town.
Henry looked nervous while Frank knocked on the front door.
The door opened, and a black-haired twenty-one-year-old woman named Millie appeared in a worn-out almost see-through nightgown. She was cute with soft brown eyes and a shapely figure.
“What do you boys want?” Millie asked.
Frank looked around, and the coast was clear. “I heard that you will fuck for two dollars,” he said.
Millie looked at Frank and Henry for a few seconds, and that made the boys feel she might get pissed.
“Have you boys ever fucked a woman before?”
Frank and Henry nodded that they did not.
“I guess you need to learn sooner or later. Plus I need the money, and this shouldn’t last long,” she said then opened the door all the way as the invitation to come inside.
Once Henry and Frank got inside her house, Millie closed the door.
“Let’s see the dough,” she said and held out her hand.
Henry and Frank each handed her two bucks.
“You can go first,” Millie said then she grabbed Frank by his right hand.
She walked Frank down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Henry looked around the poorly furnished living room and realized that he lived in a fancier home. He walked over and sat down on the couch and waited.
Three minutes passed, and Frank walked into the living room with Millie who had her worn-out nightgown back on. Frank grinned ear to ear.
“You’re next sugar,” Millie said while she looked at Henry.
Henry was nervous while he stood up from the couch.
Frank still grinned ear to ear while Henry walked down the hallway with Millie.
Just before he got to her bedroom, he noticed the door to another bedroom was cracked open. Inside was a young girl around three years old that slept alone in a bed.
“That’s my daughter. My asshole husband left me last year,” Millie told Henry then entered her bedroom.
Once Millie got Henry in her bedroom, she closed her door.
She removed her nightgown and let it drop to the wooden floor.
Henry stared in awe at the sight of her B-cup tits and her black hairy crotch.
“Take off your clothes, darling,” she said while she got on her bed that had a worn and dirty looking bed cover.
Millie got on her back and waited.
Henry removed all his clothes and could not believe that he was naked in front of a woman. He had an erection in seconds.
She smiled while he looked at Henry. “You’re a lot bigger than your friend and most boys your age.
More prominent,” she said and was actually looking forward to Henry to climbing on top of her
He walked over and got on the bed.
“Lay on top of me, baby,” Millie instructed in a sexy tone while she patted her tummy.
Henry got on top of her, and she spread open her legs. She reached down and guided Henry’s good size cock inside her.
“Now move your hips back and forth. That’s how you fuck a woman,” she instructed.
Henry followed her instructions and loved the feeling of being inside of her. Then he had his first orgasm. He pulled out not sure what to do next while he got off her.
“You did good for your first time, baby,” Mille said while she got off her bed.
Henry watched while she slipped her nightgown back on her body.
Millie saw Henry still naked on her bed. “Get dressed. Your fucking lesson is over,” Millie said.
Henry got off the bed and got dressed.
A little while later, Henry and Frank ran off down the street with huge smiles.
“I love fucking,” Henry called out to Frank while they ran down a street.
“Me too,” Frank replied while he still grinned ear to ear.
Two hours later, Martha returned home from a grueling day at the diner. She was exhausted.
Then while she was in the bathroom, she noticed a lump under her right armpit. She did not think anything of it and went straight to bed.
For the next two years, Henry and Frank palled around and started to get involved in committing petty crimes. They would often steal money from cash registers when the store owners went off into the back rooms.
They would then use that loot for more sexual encounters with Millie.
When Henry was fourteen years old during the summer of 1923, he decided he wanted to be called “Hud.” He felt it sounded tougher than Henry. So from now on, all his friends like Frank called him Hud.
It was also during the summer of 1923 when Martha noticed a large lump on her breast. Since money was tight, she could not afford a doctor’s visit, so she ignored the lump.
During the next year, Frank and Hud continued their petty crimes and moved up to that whorehouse they saw their first sex act.
Martha still worked at the diner, and the lump in her armpit and breast never went away. They, in fact, little larger in size. She ignored the lumps.
Then in February 1925, Martha finally went to the doctor when her breast became too painful to ignore. She was diagnosed with breast cancer. She still continued to work to put food on the table and a roof over Hud’s head despite her deteriorating health.
Also, during that year, Hud and Frank were getting good with their petty crimes and never got caught. Henry also loved the occasional visits to the whorehouse and became a good lover.
Hud also became fascinated reading newspaper stories about the Chicago gangster Al Capone. He realized that if you wanted to become rich and famous, being a feared gangster was the way to go.
Martha started to become worried about Hud’s behavior. But she was too weak from her cancer to confront him about it, so she ignored it.
Then during the summer of 1926, Frank and Hud learned how to drive using Frank father’s Model T. After a few close calls with smacking into trees and almost flipping the car over, the boys soon mastered the automobile.