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Democrat Daisy

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

Buddy Baldwin was driving his old red Chevy that had more dents than a tin kettle and knowing he should be holed up writing his next book. But it was late spring with a feeling of hope in the air. He was fascinated driving through this largely undeveloped neck of the woods, although there were few trees about in an area where stones and most small ravines outnumber roaming cattle.

When he came to some woods he stopped, thinking well he could justify this walk between the trees thinking it was essential story-line research with potential for a plot capable of being developed to materialize. Ah yes, he was glad he had entered the woods because through the trees he glimpsed a lake.

Well that was promise of plot. He could reach the lake edge just in time to rescue a princess.

Yeah.

Had he been smoking a reefer?

Oh no not Buddy Baldwin.

Reaching the lakeside clearing, he saw a boatshed, with the doors hanging partly open on rusted hinges. The faded sign nailed to the structure stated:

'Canoes for Hire During Summer. $2:00/hr. Refundable Deposit $50:00 if Craft Returned in Good Order or Even If Craft Returned.'

Buddy grinned. What great rural backwater marketing... practical, simplistic and with a touch of humor.

He sensed a storyline was emerging.

He look across the lake and squinted.

Jesus it couldn't be. Yes it was.

A woman lay on her back in long grass holding up a book and reading.

She was nude.

Yeah the squinting had up-powered his vision by enlarging his pupils. He could see a hairy V and her tits were flopped one to each side.

Excitedly he went through the side entrance of the boatshed and emerged carrying a canoe that he placed in the water, checking that the woman was still in repose. He had second-thoughts about pushing off just then. He hurried back into the boatshed to fetch a paddle.

Minutes later Buddy stood uncertainly on the bank.

"Hi."

He almost fell backwards off the bank when she said mildly, "Fuck off you pervert and leave me in peace."

Buddy waited several seconds for his brain to engage. The sky was blue, the breeze was negligible and the sun was warm on his back.

"Could you spare me a coffee?" he asked, noticing the hamper. "I can pay."

"Of course and I apologize for being disagreeably inhospitable. Come forward if you don't mind me dressed in my birthday suit.

He hee-hawed and that made her laugh.

Buddy approached. She stood and turned and bent over the hamper.

She could be approaching forty and had a stomach roll and her sizeable tits drooped a bit and that sight left him practically panting. She really bent over with her legs apart and he got and eyeful of the inner-pink of her pussy squeezing open amid the hairy thicket.

Buddy's dingle-dangle began stiffening and his breathing adopted a rasp.

She straightened holding a cup and insulated flask and said whimsically, "Is there anything else you would like?"

He looked at her tits and licked his lips.

"Unfortunately I'm married."

Buddy, he cautioned himself. Steady she might be the district's hooker.

"This is meant to happen," he said, almost believing that stupid utterance.

"Oooh," she purred.

Oooh? That meant she was sexually switched on. 

Buddy began to panic. Omigod this promising potential storyline was beginning to race away on him. 

She expected to be fucked. Here he was in a near-desolate corner of a State in the Midwest he'd never been in before with a woman he'd never seen before and he'd intending only to flirt with her. And yet she was lining him up to give her a gallop around the pasture or whatever they called vigorous sexual coupling out here.

He slipped into reversal mode.

"I'm sorry but I regret to say..."

"Relax, it's okay. You are neatly dressed and look well-shaven and washed and so I won't require you to roll on a condom."

Buddy, despite being thirty-four and living independently for nine years, had a great desire to yell "Mom". He couldn't think of anything else to do.

The woman dropped the mug and the flask and grabbed him and fell to the ground, dragging him down beside her. Somehow she'd managed to unzip him and had his dick in her hand by the time they landed heavily. She was speedy.

"Go on, pick up a tit and suck it," she urged.

She caressed his dick and said, "Oh my goodness, my dad is the only guy I've had whose bigger than this."

Did she really mean her father?

Buddy was horrified but then conceded incest was now commonplace and even prim women bored as stiff as a plank who once wrote about soft sweet kisses in their pulp romance output, these days spiced up their convoluted plots with families having sex instead of strolling through the garden to admire the roses while awaiting the arrival of the hero.

God she was now steering his erection into her er love box. But this was not love. It was... well it was... oh yes, it was bucolic pastoral rapture.

She squealed like a muted foghorn into her climax, trigging him to flood her.

Very nice.

His stalled draft novel now had its opening chapter framed.

Buddy was almost back to the canoe when he turned. She was on her back reading and presumably leaking.

"What's your name lovely lady? I'm Buddy Baldwin."

"Oh Buddy Baldwin the author? I'm Carla... Carla Croft, wife of Deputy Sheriff Wayne Croft."

Oh shit.

Buddy paddled furiously across the lake, threw the canoe into the boatshed, left two bucks on the table and was off. Only when driving away, feeling well fucked and happy, did he register she'd asked was he Buddy Baldwin the author.

Oh shit. 

Her incensed husband would hunt him down once she began telling everyone excitedly she'd been practically pulverized on the pasture by Buddy Baldwin.

Oh shit.

Buddy calmed himself by relighting the butt of a cigarette someone had given him at a recent party. 

He floored the gas pedal and the old girl wheezed into something close approaching speed. Buddy grinned thinking he would be 120 miles away well inside two hours providing there was enough gas in the tank. The gauge wasn't working.

The old girl sped past a half hidden cop car and the still-flushed author thought a lazy country cop having a sleep. He changed that opinion when hearing the siren and looking in the mirror saw flashing lights.

"Oh shit."

The cop hitched up his belt as Buddy rolled down the window.

"Were you speeding?"

"What in this old heap... are you stupid?"

The cop grinned and yeah, well his wife often made that assertion.

Wife?

Buddy's heart practically seized.

"Well I must be on my way officer... officer...?

"Deputy Sheriff Croft."

A triumphant surge flowed through Buddy, unlocking his heart from imminent seizure. The plot was now coming into place. He'd just met the villain... or was Deputy Sheriff Croft the hero who snuffed out the adulterous author?

"I clocked you on radar doing almost 63 mph close to entering the town limit of Here-Comes. Keep your speed down pal and my jail will remain empty."

"Yes officer. I hear what you say officer. Bye officer."

"Wait!"

Buddy froze.

"That suspicious butt you were smoking when I stopped you is burning a hole in the passenger seat."

"Oh it wasn't mine officer. I picked up a bearded hitchhiker with tats and dropped him off by those woods two miles back. He called himself Black Jake but I reckon that's a pseudonym."

"Jesus thanks pal."

Buddy drove off and in the mirror watched the smoking tires of the deputy's car complete a wheelie as he tore off in futile pursuit of a fictitious gangster or drug courier. He finished off the butt, too happy to be bothered about the new hole in the upholstery.

He couldn't believe the cop had called the town Here-Comes. Lots of assholes had named original European settlements in America stupidly but no one would be that stupid to name a place Here-Comes, not even a Continental immigrant who played a violin and called his wife Hey You.

The town sign he approached clearly stated, 'Here-Comes Pop. 931'.

Jesus.

The place looked a real hole that even the real plagues of today's society, teenagers, Republicans and hookers, wouldn't inhabit such a place.

He stepped on the gas to flee and the motor began coughing.

Oh shit.

Buddy pulled over and a teenage Democrat with her skirt almost waist-high and the scoop in her top almost at waist low drawled, "You're out of gas pal."

"Yeah well long live the republic."

"Asshole," she spat and then laughed, "The gas pumps don't operate at weekends. I can get you a free bed but the extras will cost you."

"Beat it or I'll call a cop alleging you are soliciting."

She grinned and said asshole, the only cop stationed there was Deputy Sheriff Croft and he was her dad.

Buddy sighed and decided he'd not work that juicy detail into the new novel because even in novels assertions had to be believable.

Two motels faced each other across Main Street. He chose the smarter looking one but when about to enter noticed the sign, Proprietor's Jay and Jill Croft.

He turned abruptly and crossing the street checked the sign, Proprietors Peter and Penny Nixon.

Ah good Republican surname.

Buddy signed in and the homely looking woman who looked vaguely familiar to him asked, "Stranger in town?"

He replied, "Oh so you're a recent arrival?"

She laughed and said no silly she meant him.

"Oh yes, I've just arrived. My car is running out of gas and the pumps are closed."

"Oh dear I'll get Peter to give you half a gallon to get your car over into our parking lot and to get to a gas station on Mondays. Mayor Croft decreed, when first elected 15 years ago, all gas stations must remain closed during weekends. He's a Democrat but with fucking Socialist leanings."

"Um is the Deputy Sheriff related to them?"

Being handed the key to his room, Buddy heard her say, "Yes and he's the nicest of the Crofts."

"Yeah I met him at the entrance to the town. He chatted to me about speeding and let me off with warning."

"Yes and Wayne is criticized for his leniency but only to nice people. Local criminals are scared of him. I must tell him you are here and he might have a beer with you. He's married to our daughter Carla."

Buddy had to fight to avoid confessing to Mrs Nixon only an hour ago he had been fucking her daughter.

"Oh Mr Baldwin, will you be in for dinner tonight?"

He said he hadn't decided.

"The alternatives are to eat across the road at our competitors or the Chinese, Hungarian and Irish restaurants or a take-out place that offers only lamb burgers."

"I've decided to eat here thank you Mrs Nixon."

"Oh please call me Penny."

"Thanks Penny. I'm Buddy."

"Omigod are you the author of 'Trashy Romance', 'Supermarket Aisle Flasher' and 'Sated in the Trailer Park'?"

"Yes but my best-seller is 'Republican Ruby'.

"I wouldn't know about that Buddy," she said stiffly. 'This is a Democrat town." 

The boom of a brain explosion hit Buddy. He'd landed in the setting for the sequel to 'Republican Ruby'.

* * *

Buddy heard the dinner bell ring and went down after finishing his third rum and coke.

The dining room was full.

The bejeweled Penny, in long black, hurried over to him and kissed him and clapped her hands, "Listen up everyone. Tonight we are joined by the celebrate trash romance author Buddy Baldwin.

Buddy could have cheerfully kicked her butt for slandering him like that but then to his amazement he received a standing ovation. Many of the people would be locals and Democrats. This was weird.

Everyone then sat and ignored him.

That was better. He wondered why all the fuss; was Penny pitching to become the next mayor?

"Buddy you are sitting at our table tonight," Penny said, taking his arm.

People at the table stood.

"Buddy this is my husband Peter."

"Yeah we met when he arrived with the half gallon of gas. It's a full house tonight Peter."

"Yeah Penny called in all favors to ensure we were full tonight in case you work our motel into your new book. She tells are you have come here to reside while you write it, I mean in the town and not necessarily at our motel."

"Oh yeah," thought Buddy. Well that was news to him.

"Buddy this is our daughter Carla."

Carla looked virginal in long white and black rabbit earrings. She held out a long arm and Buddy kissed her hand and honestly thought her heard her groan and say she had cum. Surely not?

"Carla!" snapped her mother and pulled Buddy away.

"You know my son."

"Yeah hi Wayne," Buddy said, as they shook hands. "Any luck?"

"Yeah pal, great success. I found the hitchhiker but she was female, without a beard but with tats. She had an unlicensed handgun and with about 300 grams of what appears to be cocaine in her handbag plus some suspected stolen jewelry. We are very pleased you are staying in this town to write your next novel. It's a great honor for us."

He'd said a great honor for us with great patriotism. Buddy felt the great desire to stay and honor the people. He decided to call the new novel 'Democrat Daisy' as a sister publication to his best seller. He'd write a proposal in the morning and email it to his publisher.

At 2 am Buddy heard someone knocking at his door. He grinned thinking Carla was taking a risk. He swung back the safety lock, opened the door and was disappointed.

"Yes?" he said to Penny, Carla's mother.

"Let me in before I'm seen."

"You're too old. Send me your daughter. Now fuck off."

She let loose obscenities that embarrassed Buddy.

Half an hour later she awoke him again with her knocking. He went to the door thinking he'd tie her flaccid tits into a knot and that would turn her off him.

He opened the door and reached out and grabbed a very firm tit.

"God mom didn't tell me you were that randy," said the woman of about thirty.

He pulled her into the room and shut the door, panting.

"Hi Buddy. I'm Peter and Penny's youngest child Rose Kelly. I think I got away from home without awaking my husband. He was playing cards and came home an hour ago boozed."

"Show me what you've got," Buddy said hoarsely.

"Goodness, you are a demanding prick," she giggled.

He sat on the bed and she performed credibly, staring at Buddy who was sitting on the bed jerking. Rose had red hair, yes including down there, and her body had a pinkish tinge. But it was well formed and looked firm and the thighs were slender and as she finished undressing she stuck in a finger and gave it to him to suck.

He was so aroused that the gesture almost sent him through the ceiling. But the tangy taste ended that hallucinatory sensation of floating.

Rose fell on top of him and kissed him with an open mouth that oozed saliva.

Buddy pushed in fingers and she oozed on to them as well.

Oh this babe was so exciting.

He ejaculated.

Damn.

She rolled off him and wiped their bellies on a sheet.

"Can you go again?"

"Of course."

She looked happy and lifted a leg and he pushed in to a very warm and slippery pussy.

"You are so big," she cooed.

"And so are you."

She chirped, "You asshole."

She jumped as he introduced a finger to her anus and she climaxed.

"Oh dear," she moaned.

"Can you come again?"

"Yes, as many times as necessary."

He grinned and slowed the pace to settle in for a three-hour fuck.

This town had to be one of the best communities on the planet. 

* * *

Next morning local librarian Mrs Chadwick introduced herself and said she was Penny Nixon's mother. She offered Buddy her cottage overlooking the lake to hole up in while he completed his draft novel. 

The idea appealed to Bubby. His publisher's commissioning editor had emailed Buddy ten minutes after he sent his proposal advising she'd accepted it and an advance payment check for $15,000 was on the way to his bank account.

The one bedroom cottage was fine and when they stood at the window looking across the lake at the boatshed, Mrs Chadwick said, "It is a tradition among some women in this community to lie on that pasture without clothes and read. I hope that won't distract you unduly?"

"No Mrs Chadwick. It would be an inspirational distraction."

"Please call me Irene. Coffee?"

"Yes please."

"Um my granddaughter Clarita Young could come and clean here once a week for payment. She'd twenty-four and hasn't been able to find work since graduating with a Masters of Science."

"Oh that's a shame. Yes I would employ her."

"Her mother and I would be a little fearful if you were here when she cleaned."

"Oh would you worry about the risk of me being predatory?"

"Yes exactly."

"Would I be safe from her expectations of having anal sex with me?"

"Yes of course."

"Then you and your daughter have nothing to fear." 

Irene said that was reassuring and she'd arrange a meeting.

Buddy met grandmother, daughter and granddaughter for light lunch at the town's Arts Center that housed the library, museum and art gallery and was open from 11:00 to 3:00 daily. Unlike the grandmother, the daughter Meredith Young was attractive and her daughter was screaming to be ravished... er she was quite beautiful.

"So you don't mind a menial job of cleaning a cottage Clarita?"

"No I clean at home because mom is CEO for the district council and has a busy social life."

"Why haven't you managed to find work?"

"My degree is in renewable energy and no openings exist for that work in this state. I will have to go elsewhere."

"Yes the backwoods are not the place to try to practice green science."

Clarita grinned and the other two glared at Buddy.

"Do you have a laptop?"

"Yes."

"And you are used to reading long periods on a screen?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm prepared to offer you a combined home servicing/editing job Mondays 10:00 to 4:00 and Saturdays 9:00 to noon. I'd expect you to clean, make my bed, do the dishes and prepare our lunch and clean up and prepare my evening meal. When clear of those duties you perform preliminary editing of my output."

"You mean act like a housewife?"

Looking boldly at the mother and grandmother, Buddy said, "Yeah but without the sex unless you seek it."

Clarita said, "Mom?"

"Complete negotiations before I voice my opinion."

"How much?"

"Five-fifty."

"I'd like more."

"I bet you would but my first and final offer is five-fifty and no charge for food or coffee."

"So will I be expected to wash your clothes?"

"No."

"And you'll not demand sex?"

"Correct."

"And cash in the hand?"

Buddy nodded.

"Okay then."

Clarita said, "Mom and grandma?"

They both said the offer appeared very satisfactory.

Clarita offered her hand and shook on the deal.

Buddy said, "Irene how did this town get its strange name?"

Some say the old-timers used to say it came from settlers calling "Here come the Indians" or 'Here come the Troopers" but that's bullshit. This site was originally called The Badlands and was not settled until 1901. I found through researching old documents the original townspeople were urged to stay on the promise that the railway would be coming soon. But it never did and it became a joke to cock a hand to the ear and call, 'Here Comes the Train'."

"When the settlement applied for incorporation as a town in 1906, its name of Hell's Dump was rejected as being unacceptable. The leader of the petitioners said, 'Oh Christ here comes another setback'. The clerk suggested Here Comes would stand the scrutiny as no other such name was on the register. A bottle of whiskey appeared and the debate continued and finally it was agreed to put a hyphen between the two words to stop idiots calling the town Here Comes What?"

"God who were the idiots?" Buddy laughed but the glares of all three females quickly drowned his frivolity.

"Actually it's a lovely name," he lied and the women were smiling again.


Democrat Daisy



CHAPTER 2

Buddy began masturbating in bed that night thinking of Clarita's tits but stopped sheepishly when remembering she would be making the bed in the morning. Damp spots on the sheet could embarrass her unless she were used to the vile ways of men.

He rose at 5 am and decided to model his heroine in Democrat Daisy on Carla Croft and soon into Chapter 1 the hero Hatfield was fucking the mother of Daisy, his housekeeper, while having erotic thoughts about Daisy.

Clarita arrived at 10:00 with some cookies she'd made that morning and asked, "Do I kiss you?"

"Yeah and then kiss my chest if you wish."

He was aghast he'd said that but she just giggled and waggled her finger at him, saying naughty boy, and she then kissed him sweetly on the lips with no tonguing.

"Coffee?"

"Please," he said.

Standing operating the coffee-maker she said, "I wasn't sure what to wear when on duty and so have dressed like a corporate personal assistant."

"It's over to you," he said expansively, wishing she'd only wear panties. "In attitude, I'm what is known is a benevolent employer who pays like a skinflint."

"Oh I cannot agree. I would have come for half the amount we settled on."

Buddy asked mildly, "Shall we re-negotiate?"

"Get fucked," she giggled.

Oh dear, a foul-mouthed woman. He was associating with bad company.

"Wear what we wish. The minimum should be panties."

She appeared to like that idea. "Like when the weather gets really hot?"

"Yes of course. And when will that be?"

She giggled.

After they'd had coffee and ate some of her nutty slice, she went off to make the bed and clean the bathroom. She then sat at the table and he said he'd opened a password protected file on her computer and made it a shared file.

"Good that means I'll always be working with a real time file in case you had made changes after I last worked on it?"

"Exactly," he smiled. "I shall save my work ready for editing to a file called For Editing and it will always be available to you when you open that shared file if you are connected to our network."

"I understand. What's my password?"

"Cunt in lower case; do you think you can remember that?"

She giggled and said there was no way she could forget such a despicable word.

He spent the next hour tutoring in how to edit lightly, often having to lean forward to point at something, such as two letters transposed.

He'd leaned across her awkwardly a couple of times and she said, "Buddy just relax and treat me naturally. If you brush my breast stretching across me I won't mind. It's only a tit."

"Thanks, I'll try to remember that," he said, and brushed over a tit for practice. They both watched in wonder as the nipple rose magically.

Buddy commenced draft Chapter 2 and fifteen minutes later of dotting the 'i's and crossing the 't's or whatever she regarded as light editing, Clarita murmured "Omigod" and a minute later wheezed "Omigod" and began squeezing a tit.

"What?"

"Hatfield is fucking her cleaning girl's mom."

He said smoothly, "What's wrong with that? It happens all the time."

"But this is occurring on page 5. Are you changing to writing porn?"

"Christ Clarita, give me a break. I live my characters. Hatfield saw Daisy's mom bent over setting fire to a pile of Republican election billboards and passion seized him. I had to give him his head."

"That is disgusting."

"Is that so? Don't you ever see a guy that makes you think you could go over and fuck him?"

"No never," she cried hotly.

They settled back quietly until Clarita said, "Last year when I saw my mom bending over I felt this sudden blood rush and great desire to finger her and at college I once grabbed a girl passionately and we became roommates."

"Oh I see," Buddy said, gravely disappointed.

"But these days I only have sex with males."

"Oh I see," Buddy said, hugely delighted.

At 3:30 she left that work to prepare his dinner.

Buddy went through her work. He would have been happy to find say 60% of errors corrected but found neigh on 95% corrected. His heart soared and so did his dick.

She kissed him when preparing to cycle off.

"You know," he said, gazing deeply into her violet eyes and sweeping stray hair under her knitted cap, "if we fucked you could stay."

"I know," she said shakily and rode away, starting with a bit of a wobble.

After dinner Buddy went to the town's only bar and was seated with his first beer when Carla Croft came in alone, ordered a wine and then came over and sat beside him, very close.

"Where's hubby tonight, away fighting crime?"

"No at home watching TV. It's his best night as he watches three cop shows in a row."

While Buddy was digesting that information she said, "Please finger me darling."

He got her off twice and she was so grateful and licked his finger clean. 

* * * 

Clarita had dinner ready when her mom arrived home.

"Oh darling, I wasn't expecting this. You'll be tired after your working day.

"No I'm okay but perhaps you should rehire that woman who was here before I arrived home."

"God idea," Dale said. "Did you demand sex?"

"No."

"Wasn't he interested?"

"He probably gets himself off while he's writing. Mom, would a guy have sex with the mother before he dipped into the daughter?"

"Darling some guys will shove it into anything that moves. What's brought this on?"

"That scene occurs in the first chapter of his book."

"Well here comes your father. Ask him for his opinion. Remember Buddy is writing fiction."

When Bert the town's doctor arrived inside, Clarita gave him the same information and asked him the same question.

Bert was aware his wife was behind him arranging flowers she'd bought on the way home.

"Oh no darling, I would never engage in such foul practice."

He then startled his daughter, delivering a huge wink.

Clarita's mom Meredith, arranging the flowers, could feel her pussy throbbing. God that randy author was sending her a subliminal message. He wished to have sex with her. But wasn't she too old for him?

"Darling how old is your employer?"

"Thirty-four and that's an odd question," Clarita asked looking at her mother closely. "What's in your mind?"

"Oh I was wondering about asking him over for dinner and who to pair him with."

"You can pair him with me mom."

"Oh yes how forgetful of me although he's almost as old as your father."

Clarita was left thinking what was wrong with her mom's math? Buddy was thirty-four and her dad was fifty-six. God her mom was jealous that her daughter was associating with this apparently dashing guy. Well actually she thought he was as shallow as dinner plate but attempting to change her mom's first impression would be nigh impossible.

But was Buddy just a let-it-rip kid in man's clothing? She could have misjudged him. Gee it was unusual for a girl to find a guy who made her think. Clarita knew she could usually read a guy like a book, or thought she could. Perhaps Buddy did have something extra under his bonnet?

Those unanswered questions and suppositions: was she becoming really interested in foot-loose Buddy Baldwin? 

Clarita felt her face flush.

Oh god. He was old, practically penniless and his car was straight from a wrecker's yard.

Attempting to smother her confusion, Clarita did something illogical. Her mom had mentioned she had read Buddy's 'Republican Ruby'. She found it in his mom's bedroom bookcase and later in bed began reading the trashy novel. Gripped by the pace of the story and the provocative style of the author, Clarita dropped the novel on to her chest when she fell asleep almost four hours after going to bed.

Bleary-eyed, Clarita rose at 7:00 and began the housework. She was making her own bed later her mom come in wearing a stunning gown and kissed her. 

"This is your last day on slave labor darling. Mrs Walsh told me last night she could resume house-work here tomorrow. You have been so good about it but the work is not you and nor is working for the itinerate writer."

"Well actually he's quite a character."

"Darling he is no different than those boys at college... they use you and they spit you out."

"Well we probably all are guilty of acting like that in our own way mother."

"You have never been aware of me ever having an affair."

"Oh is that so? When I see that hugely expensive gown and your French lingerie, I wonder what I think?"

Meredith looked toward the door nervously.

"Shhh. Keep your voice down."

Clarita whispered she was finished.

Meredith said, "Oh you have been reading?"

She picked up the novel, glanced at the title and dropped it, saying "Rubbish."

"Is it really? Before answering, remember your daughter respects your ability to judge intelligently."

Meredith sighed and said it was a good read.

"Only a good read? That's something like Mrs Corban, the cashier in our butcher's shop, would say about a book."

"All right, he's an excellent story-teller who writes with great rhythm, delivers some original humor, lacks somewhat in setting detail but in characterization he is quite astonishing. In this book Ruby almost walks out of the pages."

"Exactly, I found the same thing. I bet when men were having sex with Ruby, the writer was imaging he was fucking her. I think Ruby was based on a woman he knew."

Meredith's jaw dropped.

"What."

"That's why he's taken you under his wing."

"I really don't think so mother. He'll want a woman with far greater experience, someone like you. Then again perhaps his heroines are based on a collection of women he's known carnally?"

Clarita grinned as her mom turned away to hide her blush. Well, well. If Buddy was one of those guys who had sex with anything that moved, her mom could get lucky if she went after him.

"Put the book back when you've finished with it," he mom said, her voice emotionally charged.

"Have green tea instead of coffee with breakfast this morning mom; you sound over-wrought."

Meredith left without replying.

Clarita went to breakfast dressed in clinging black bike shorts and a fluffy long sleeved top and barely reached her navel. Her mom looked at the bared midriff but said nothing and as usual her father remained behind his newspaper and grunted good morning.

When Meredith was leaving for work she kissed Clarita and said, "You should score with that cute tummy bared. Here's one of Mother's Little Secret that all women pass down to their daughters. Finger yourself wet before entering a room where the guy you have target is waiting. He'll smell your scent quite some distance away."

"Thanks mom," Clarita said, kissing her a second time. "Be a good girl today."

Her mom walked to the garage laughing while Clarita was already off to change into something less provocative.

Wearing high-cut white shorts and a cycling top then went below her hips, Clarita entered the cottage and found Buddy in the kitchen loading the washing machine.

"Hi leave that for me."

"It's my personal washing."

"So?"

He dropped what he was holding and said, "Coffee."

"No I cycled fast. I'll just drink water."

He eyed her and said, "Don't I get a kiss this morning?"

"No."

He looked confused and fetched a small bottle of chilled water from the fridge.

"Thanks."

"A kiss in appreciation?"

"Take what you want."

He was back to looking confused.

"Is it your monthly?" he asked and received such a withering look he took a step backwards and said, "Sorry I was out of order. Tell me what's wrong?"

"I think my mother wants to fuck you."

"Oh is that all?"

She came close to tears.

He looked awkward but gripped one shoulder and patted her back with the other hand and actually made quite a good job at calming her.

Then two things surprised her.

"Your mom is fifty, isn't she?"

"Forty-eight."

"Doesn't she know I don't fuck old women?"

Clarita bleated, "I know so little about you."

"And ditto. What I can guess is you feel you are going down the wrong highway doing housekeeping for an older guy instead of working somewhere carving out a career. I'm taking you home where I'm well-known and actually am quite popular. I'll find someone who can offer you the work you seek."

"No we have a job to finish here."

"We?"

"Yes I'm excited to be assisting by proofing your work. I began reading 'Republican Ruby' for a couple of hours or so last night and suddenly I have focus. I can see where this project is heading and I know can acknowledge you are an impressive writer and I wish to continue my involvement in this project."

"Jesus... um I'll keep you on as proofing um editor and engage a cleaning lady."

"No way. I'll continue doing the housekeeping as well. I'll become quicker as I get into proofing so will want something else to do. Another woman here would chat to me and that would break your concentration."

Clarita knew she'd wound herself up. He'd see her flushed cheeks and perhaps could see her nipples were standing proudly. God now she could feel a throb in her pussy. If she began leaking he'd catch her scent and..."

"Come on," he said. "I'll grab my wallet and keys. We'll take the morning off and go over to Strandon and wander around some stores and have a couple of drinks over lunch."

"Oh that's exciting. I'll have to go home and change."

"No I'll buy you a pair of jeans in Strandon. Would you also like some underwear?"

"French?" Clarita said, cheeks burning.

"Exactly my thought." 

There went off like a couple of kids.

They arrived back at 3:00 and Clarita went into the bedroom and changed, emerging wearing just her new bra and panties.

"God you look gorgeous," Buddy said and he made Clarita blush when she noticed his hand hovering over his groin.

"Thanks."

She returned to the bedroom and pulled on her new jeans but left off her top and began her housework.

Buddy kept eyeing her as he made a number of calls.

When he finished that he made coffee and they sat outside on the front terrace looking down to the lake.

"You have lovely tits."

"Thanks and I really love this bra. It's the best one I've ever had by a country mile. It feels made exactly for me."

"Yeah well the woman in that shop appeared to know what she was doing."

"Well as an author you've learned something today. The best bra fit requires well-shaped and even tits, a great bra design and maker plus a professional fitter."

"Yeah right. You don't mind calling your boobs tits?"

"No because you use the word and I use the word because I feel comfortable using the word tits with you. You don't make me think of a cow because it's a word you appear to use with a little passion like you do some other words including fuck."

"And particularly what other word comes to mind?"

She looked at him steadily. "No one I know says Clarita like you do."

He just grinned and then dropped her right into it.

"You said over lunch your replacement housemaid starts working for your mother tomorrow. Will you now please shift in here to live with me?"

Clarita felt trapped but was she? She could always leave.

"Yes take me home now and I'll pack some of my things because I regard this will be only a temporary arrangement."

"And you'll sleep with me?"

"Yes and I'll have sex with you when I decide I'm ready to commence having sex with you."

"Okay, let's go."

The Chevy was old enough to have a front bench seat and looking across at the driver as they approached the entrance to the property, Clarita said, "Could we pull over under the shade of this tree-line? I'm ready for sex."

Buddy drove off the dirt road carefully, glancing at Clarita quickly and then refocused on steering to avoid ramming a tree.

"This car has a front bench seat for that purpose," he said.

"Oh I didn't know that. I just assumed it was provided for the handbag of female drivers?"

"Eh?"

"Buddy don't you think the mind of a romance writer ought to project just a little beyond sex?"

He grinned and mouthed the word bitch and she giggled.

They undressed themselves down to their briefs. 

Buddy pulled her panties off and then said, "Let's get into these tits." 

* * *

Clarita rolled her eyes thinking she'd been slobbered on by real jerks but her eyes opened wide within a minute of Buddy moving it. His hands were soft and his mouth teasing the nipple didn't slobber, not that she minded slobbering but only after she was more than warmed up.

She closed her eyes in appreciation of her tits being worshipped, well something like that. He was really great and felt him kicking off his briefs. Her hand dropped and his dick flopped into her hand as if it belonged there.

She moaned and began jerking him.

Buddy lifted up and they kissed, their tongues meeting for the first time.

She moaned again.

His dick thickened in her hand.

When the time came she was about to request he use a condom when he placed one in her hand and asking her to roll it on.

The front seat was not like a carpet or a bed, or for that matter grass, but she managed after giving his dick some kisses and a big wet lick, to roll on the 'rubber'.

Clarita then guided him in and she emitted soft moans of encouragement. Her breasts and pussy were swelling and her entire body felt as if it was hanging out for sex. She really wanted it. Oh how she'd wanted it. It had been almost six weeks since she'd last had sex but this was more than bridging that gap; she really wanted Buddy.

The walls of her pussy eased aside under the pressure of the hard and fat erection.

She drooled.

Omigod you pig, she frowned, as she wiped away the dribble.

"Fuck me Buddy," she yelled, and he, on his back and bent somewhat against his car door, pumped hard against her weight. She then took some of her weight on her hands and began timing to counter his movement to increase the friction for their enjoyment.

Her back was bent and that appeared to push her pussy forward, making Clarita wonder if any guy had ever been so far up her cunt. She banged against him hard and imagined him banging at the walls of the city, er the walls of her belly.

She began to come, little jerks and little cries and then she screamed into a huge climax, her mid-body juddering.

"Wow," she puffed and worried that he'd barely stopped pumping and appeared ready to continue pounding for hours.

She rolled off him against the back of the seat, ripped the condom off him and jerked his dick until she felt it stiffen even harder and heat up and she directed the streams of semen over her tummy and tits, hoping he wouldn't ask her to suck it all up.

He didn't but to show him she appreciated his performance, she scooped a little on to a finger and sucked it, squirming in pleasure when he praised her softly by saying good girl.

Got it was unbelievable that a male lecher could be so pleasant and so tender. It had been a great fuck, she smiled.

"Will your mother be home when we arrive?"

"No."

"Good otherwise she would have sniffed and known we'd just had sex."

What was it with her mother and Buddy talking as if everyone went about smelling the scent of sex?

Suddenly she knew. Male and female lechers acquired the skill through being front-line participants on the circuit of sexual promiscuousness. 

She giggled.

"What?"

Oh hell. She was in danger of having to explain.

"Um I was just thinking that is the first time I've been thoroughly fucked in a car."

Well that was true.

She looked up at the degenerate, upon whose lap her head rested, and saw his fat smile.

They drove to her family home and had stand-up sex in the shower. Not surprisingly, she found he was very good at that. He had really strong leg thrust.

She packed as if going on extended vacation, rather than gather in all her possessions. 




Democrat Daisy



They loaded the car and waited for her mom to arrive home.

"Sex?"

She giggled and said no and told him to make coffee while she put on some music.

Meredith arrived and smiled.

"Gosh when I saw the car outside the thought at first we were being robbed by louts from the poor quarter of Strandon but then Clarita I remembered you said Buddy drove a classic Chevrolet Caprice. I'm surprised a green person like you would ride in a gas-guzzler like that."

"That car was my father's Meredith. He gave it to me and it was the first car I ever owned. I have three other vehicles."

"B-but how could you own four cars. You have written only one decent book..."

"And he owns a house mom."

"Yeah well I become nostalgic when I drive off in my old Chevy that will be restored one day. I dress down and act down to find real Middle America that I find gives me inspiration. It might interest you guys to know that sales of my one good book took off after one of the first reviewers wrote, 'It provides a quintessential account of the lives and attitudes of a community of staunch Republicans of these times. Ultimately this powerfully-written novel will withstand critical assessment as being historically accurate as a snapshot of part of Middle America at the time of our most recent Presidential Elections'. Other reviewers took up on that theme to also show how scholarly they were."

"As a result that book is now required reading in some colleges, libraries and book clubs seized upon it and book stores put my book on prominent display. At the last report I received, sales of that book recently topped nine million and it is being printed in seven different languages. Further, sales show now sign of easing back."

"Omigod, Meredith breathed. "Then why didn't you immediately write the sister book with a Democrat bias?"

"My publisher asked me to do that Meredith and interviewers asked the same question but I said no, give me a break, I didn't wish to rush into it. Then I arrived here, in a small town where anyone but a Democrat would feel uncomfortable residing and within hours I began meeting notable characters such as a nude woman, a cop, his parents and your grandmother and I realized my next novel had found me and here we are."

"Omigod, Meredith breathed. "How romantic."

"Mom some of my things are packed into Buddy's car. He's asked me to move in with him."

"That's fine."

"But I thought..."

"I have no idea what you were thinking darling but today I decided Buddy would provide you with good experience and you moving in with him was inevitable and I accepted that.

"Oh mommy," cried Clarita and rushed over to hug her mom. She held her mom tightly until she hear Meredith sniff and she then backed away quickly and was relieved to find her mom was weeping rather than smelling for the scent of sex.

Whew.

"Will you guys stay for dinner; I think we should go out? This is the night our Chinese restaurant does Mexican."

"Yes Meredith. That would be great," Buddy said, waiting for Clarita to nod before he said that.

CHAPTER 3

On the editorial fiction floor of a New York publishing house, internal messenger Bobo held up a couriered package and asked, "Where in America is a place called Here-Comes?"

No one in reception had any idea but out of a side office shot a middle-aged woman.

"Omigod, it's arrived," screamed Alice Michaels, executive editor. "Omigod Bobo, hand it to me. That small town is in a corner of a Midwest state in territory formerly known as the Badlands. These are the first fifteen chapters of the sister novel to 'Republican Ruby'."

Alice had decided to edit this manuscript herself. They'd been caught out on the unexpected popularity of 'Ruby' and this time the budget had been approved to launch 'Daisy' as having best-settler potential. The editorial committee had already agreed to stick with the author's working title of 'Democrat Daisy'. 

In the proposal the characterization of Daisy had suggested she was great on looks and a little light on intelligence but had a warm, warm heat. Or as one of the first draft editors had suggested, Daisy was a prime example of the quintessential butterfly babes that hung around the Democrat power-makers that allowed humanity to shine through the ugly business of backroom politics. That editor was also an author and it was suspected she occasionally popped illegal pills. 

But the sentiment expressed had been applauded and the working title became the published title and work began on the cover design. Buddy Holly, er Buddy Baldwin, had supplied details of his characterization of Daisy to allow that work to proceed.

After completing the editing, Alice called a quick editorial executive meeting and invited the company CEO and director of marketing to attend.

Addressing the meeting, Alice said: "Folk I can confirm after editing the first fifteen chapters of Democrat Daisy we have an exceptionally appealing novel on our hands. It has all the components of a top seller."

"But not a best seller?" queried the CEO.

"Edmund an editor can pick a top seller but it's the public that convert a top seller into a best seller. My instinct says this is likely."

"Then what do you propose?"

"I suggest we get Buddy Baldwin here..."

"God who approved that name?"

"He was christened with that name Edmund."

"Oh. Carry on."

"We get him here, find some attractive movie star to pose as his escort and..."

"Mrs Michaels?"

"Miranda you are under instructions not to speak at our executive meetings."

"Excuse me Mrs Michaels but Buddy Holly, I mean Buddy Baldwin, already has a girlfriend he's found in Here-Comes."

Edmund asked where the hell was a place called Here-Comes?

"Edmund please, that's a very convoluted story. Damn Buddy teaming up with some local slut. This will create a real wrangle because Buddy is no pushover."

Miranda chipped in. "I have a photo of his slut. When I called him for weekly progress he said he'd found this cutie and I asked him to send his photo. I can open it for you on my laptop within 10 seconds."

She did that and showed the image to Alice who yelped, "Omigod. Everyone, take a look at what Buddy Holly has found, I mean Buddy Baldwin."

It was agreed to get Bubby and his cutie to New York and to call a press conference to announce the sequence to 'Republican Ruby'.

Back in her office Alice kissed Miranda and said she'd saved the day. Miranda stroked Alice's cheek softly and asked should she lock both doors.

"Later darling, let's get this major promo under way first. We'll need to liaise with marketing." 

* * *

On a sunny very late spring day at Here-Comes, Buddy opened a letter from his executive editor.

"Jesus, they must be raving mad."

"What?" asked Clarita who was ironing sheets. Her mom had always ironed their sheets.

"You wouldn't believe this but my publishing house wants me to go to New York accompanied by Miss Clarita Young to attend a proposed media conference to announce I'm well started on the sequel to 'Republican Ruby'."

"How do they know about me?"

"They have spies I suppose. I don't want to go but will go if you yearn to be under a blaze of lights and popping flashlights at a media conference."

"God no, I could think of nothing worse."

Buddy grimaced and said then that was settled. He'd reply they could stick their media conference up their butts.

"Buddy give it to me. I'll reply in a more eloquent manner." 

* * *

Executive editor Alice Michaels wailed when she read the rejection letter.

"God no way can they do this to me. I'll sue them."

Miranda, her PA, said there were two things that would prevent that occurring.

"I've checked Buddy's contract. Our contracts cover the obligatory commitment to attend at least ten media events or requested exclusive media interviews within two months of the initial publication of the contracted author's new book."

"I heard what you say Miranda but where's the problem?"

No contractual obligations relating to book promotion is stated in Buddy's contract, or any other of our contracts actually, require the author to participate in pre-publication promotions of any kind.

"Damn, who the fuck drafted that contract. I bet it was a wimpy male attorney."

"It was Patricia Wentworth who no longer works for us. I noted you had signed off the draft agreement?"

"Miranda!"

Miranda quavered "Yes?"

"Oh it doesn't matter Mindy. Come up with something to earn your keep."

Two early evenings later, Miranda wearing a very low-cut dress to exhibit her two global beauties, asked around the bar and finally faced the leading entertainment writer of the newspaper she'd selected.

"Miss James?"

"Yes? You have a sweet bosom."

"Thanks. I'm representing the executive editor of Jam Spoon Publishers International. You have been selected to unleash to America a startling publishing fact."

"Oh yes, and what is that darling, a tale about cruising down the Nile on a Sunday afternoon?"

Miranda said stoutly, "It's nothing like that" and told her about the upcoming publication.

"Shhh. Not another word in here Miranda. Spies are everywhere."

They went outside and sat in the chill, huddled close together and whispering.

Glenda James faced her crusty editor.

"Are you on something? You are seeking approval to go to some place out West called Here-Comes? I want you drug tested."

"No please Bruce just listen. Author of 'Republican Ruby' Buddy Baldwin is holed up there in pastoral splendor writing the sequel based on a small town called Here-Comes that actually exists and it is filled with Democrats. Sales of Ruby are approaching 11 million worldwide."

"Jesus. Um this Buddy Holly or whatshisname, how far on with the book is he?"

"Chapters 16 to 30 were received by his publisher a couple of days ago and the final eleven chapters are expected by the end of the month."

"Okay, this expedition is approved. Make sure you go with a good photographer. I want a big announcement to give to general news and we'll run as a feature whatever you can get that's any good, up to three pages. Now listen Glenda, you make damn sure you have clear instructions how to get to this place called Here-Comes.'

He grinned, "Christ it makes you think of settlers yelling, "Here come the Injuns."

"The place wasn't settled until after 1900 Bruce. Are you on something?"

He smacked her butt. Get out of here you cheeky bitch." 

* * *

Buddy was pleased how well he was churning through the chapters.

Clarita was a great boon to him. She was now doing a lot of the research he required and cross-checking detail. She was blooming now that she was being fucked regularly.

He stretched and looked around and cocked an ear but heard nothing.

Ah she'd gone off for a nap.

The bedroom was empty. 

He went out on to the terrace and looked down to the flatter section of the pasture toward the lake and grinned. There she was, nude apart from a sunhat and reading.

Buddy stripped and grabbed and book and went down to join her.

"Hi."

"Hi oh this is so idyllic, almost magical."

"Yeah and I had been planning to do this with you a lot on summer afternoons when the real heat has gone. What to fuck?"

"Oh yes please," Clarita said, putting down Richard B. Levy's 'Being Naughty with Mom'.

Clarita had her tongue down Buddy's throat and was jerking his dick while he was busily squelching her pussy with three very active fingers when a woman called, "Yoo-hoo Mr Holly?"

"Damn there's someone up at the house."

Clarita looked up at the house and said, "They must be at the wrong house. It's a woman and a photographer looking for a Mr Holly. Oh god it's the media and they are looking for Buddy Baldwin. Oh god they have seen us doing it."

"Calm down, that's no big deal. They'll do it too. Your clothes are here, mine are up at the cottage."

"Well I'll wear my underwear, you wear my skirt."

"Oh thanks," Buddy snorted.

He stood and waved and yelled they were coming.

"Oh we missed seeing that," the female yelled.

Huh? 

* * *

The husband of executive editor Alice Michaels tossed the morning's newspaper at her.

"Come on, most of New York is awake and so should you be."

"I had too much to drink at the party and you were at me when we got home."

"Yeah well you don't only have it to use to pee. Oh your outfit is on the front page."

"What."

A story claiming a new book 'Democrat Daisy' by Buddy Holly will be published by the end of next month.

"Omigod, where is the paper? Give it to me."

"You are suddenly perky. It's beside you."

"Oh... oh... this is everything we wanted. It's not in all newspapers and on TV but several million people read this newspaper."

"Omigod, don't they look a sweet couple. Everyone will think Daisy is Clarita."

Her husband said she'd lost him.

"Omigod there's a two-page spread inside."

"Well don't get over-excited. I'm off to work."

* * *

Helicopters and light aircraft carrying media reporters, photographers and film crews began arrived at Strandon Airport, which was without runway lighting, from 7 am. The first two arrivals grabbed the only two rental vehicles that were available in Strandon and that crew headed off to Here-Comes 49 miles south.

For once Clarita checked the emails when hearing the alarm of an incoming email. It was from Alice Michaels.

"Oh shit."

"That's bad language," Buddy said, shaving in the bathroom.

"Here's an email from your executive editor thanking us for granting that interview and it's a wonderful interview and must surely raise big interest in the book. But she says we can expect a media invasion with people flying in as early as this morning. Oh god, there's a chopper approaching now. I'm calling mom to alert the town, using the Community Alert Warning. Restaurants will need to send food and catering staff out here and to set up marquees on the flat for media catering and..."

"Baby no. Just tell your mom to alert the town to expect the media. Fuck the media. Let them find their own food and drink; that's one thing they can do expertly."

"So we just ignore them?"

"No it's a fine day. Make your call and we'll set up our work table on the side terrace off the living room and they can gather on the lawn against that pastoral backdrop and watch us work or talk to us, whatever they want. Whatever they want they'll grasp; you know the media."

"Actually I don't."

"God that chopper has landed on the flat by the boatshed. How will those guys get over here? Oh and here's another chopper heading for the same spot."

"Being the media they'll commandeer canoes and paddle over like I had to do to seduce ... um, hurry and call your mom."

"Okay. What were you about to say?"

Buddy scowled and made a phone sign with his fingers between his right ear and his mouth.

There was chaos at the airport as more aircraft landed and the media searched fruitlessly for non-existent rental vehicles.

An enterprising trucking firm sent two trucks and demanded exorbitant truck rental fees. The media guys conferred and everyone dipped in to share costs.

A charter plane from one of the big TV networks arrived over the airport but was diverted to a larger airport 80 miles away.

Meredith had her civil emergency people sound the emergency siren and sent a crew on a vehicle with loudspeakers to alert the town to prepare for a media invasion that they should work to exploit.

Two catering firms stocked up their vans with tables and chairs and sent teams out to the cottage, rented by Buddy, to erect catering marquees.

"Here come the media," people began yelling and Meredith advised the mayor to return to his motel and get his people to bring in extra beds.

"But the media will be in and out of here?"

"Jay I believe they'll be arriving all day and will have to line up if they want exclusive interviews. The fact one of America's current most popular romance writers is holed up here at a place that no one in the media has ever heard of and where, for more than a century, damsels have sprawled nude in the grass reading and looking across a lake to a boatshed surrounded by woods. That romantic scene projected by the New York Times article has captivated the media and more positive publicity will steal the hearts of Americans when they read or hear about this tiny town."

"I reckon that heading on that woman's feature story in that New York newspapers I saw pictured on TV this morning claiming that she believes she's found the true Middle America will have fired up cynical journalists who believe there's no such thing as Middle America. Rather than believe that hogwash, they're coming to report on the existence of Old America that's still alive and pumping in our tranquil backwater."

"Meredith how do you know all this?"

"Because......I'm a romantic. Off you go Jay. I suggest you erect a sign across your entrance, Site of Here-Comes' Original Motel. That could draw the media to your establishment."

"How do you know that it is the site of our town's original motel?"

"Oh don't be so negative. Produce me someone who can prove that it wasn't. Most people around here are so laid-back they can't remember what happened last week let alone was there ever a hotel in town before you built yours twenty-five years ago when both hotels were burnt to the ground by temperance women."

Meredith's next initiative was to pick out three of the best looking female council employers and instruct them to grab a book and go down and lie on the grass beside the lake opposite the boatshed. They were free to pose for the media by should ask for a fee before granting permission to be photographed.

"But Mrs Young, what will my mother say? She already thinks I exhibit too much bare skin?"

"Gloria just tell Doris you were only doing what she and I did when we were young women."

"Mrs Young, I have a suggestive tattoo just above my pelvic bone."

"Naughty girl Robyn. Just pose with you hand over the tattoo. That would look like a natural pose."

The young women ran off giggling, highly excited.

Meredith wrote out a one-day special license and called Carl Monk, operator of the town's only bar.

"Good morning Carl, have you heard people calling here come the media?"

"Yeah a big invasion I hear."

"Indeed. I suggest you set up a temporary bar at Chadwick Cottage where most of the media will be gathering initially but they will all troop to town later when Mr Baldwin and my daughter become exhausted at being interview and call for a break. Send someone to our front office here to pick up the temporary license that will allow you to operate that bar."

"Thanks Meredith; good thinking. We must get together for another romp."

"More good thinking Jay. I wait to be pleasured."

Over at the cottage, Buddy dressed in his oldest pair of jeans and wore a faded and tattered checked shirt and an ancient straw hat he'd found out in the woodshed.

He greeted the arriving media and they gawked and TV and print media cameramen went to work. 

Then Clarita joined him wearing high-heeled sandals, brief shorts simulating the American flag and a cycling top with no bra. 

The camera guys and women pressed forward, practically behaving grossly as they usually do when in a pack, shouting such things as "Clarita push your tits forward" and "Darling touch your top lip with the tip of your tongue."

After three minutes, Buddy took charge.

"Okay journalists, fire away with your questions. I can see a couple of food stalls are being set up. That has nothing to do with us and so you'll have to pay for your own food and coffee. Oh here comes a vehicle from the local bar and it will probably be well stocked."

"Mr Holly..."

"Ma'am and every one listen up. My surname is Baldwin and NOT Holly. There can only be one Buddy Holly, RIP. Guys just call me Buddy and my girlfriend here is Clarita and no, my heroine Daisy in my new novel is not based on Clarita."




Democrat Daisy



"Ma'am?"

"Buddy why did you mislead that New York Times feature writer and claim since 1905 young women of this town have traditionally lay below this cottage in the nude reading a book?"

"Well actually I was in error. Our local historian has informed me the practice actually began in 1906 according to records."

"So it was true."

"It's true. I've seen a couple. The traditional lives on."

A crew member of a TV crew waiting for an exclusive interview went to the corner of the building and looked the slope to the lake. He yelled, "Hey guys I can see nymphs down on the grass reading as naked as they were born."

"No it's too early... it's an afternoon thing," said Buddy.

A reporter representing Men's Perversions Magazine yelled to the guy still looking at the women, were they having sex.

"No but they all have juicy-looking tits."

Older men led the charge around to the lakefront terrace and down the bank. Some women stayed agreeing women tended not to have post-breakfast sex. But off they ran when one of them said unless the young women were exhibitionists.

"God thank goodness that's over, even temporarily," Clarita sighed.

"I apologize for intruding," said a thin, pious-looking guy Clarita and Buddy had not noticed leaning against the woodshed and now coming forward. "I'm from Church Unification Monthly. Mr Baldwin, may I ask what messages in morality are you including in this new book of yours?"

"Um could you explain to me what morality is?" Buddy asked, making Clarita crack up.

The media charge down the hill proved very entertaining.

A female reporter postulated the three young women were involved in a hoax because she found one was reading a booklet on 'Fire Drill and Emergency Evacuations', the second book was, 'Council Staff Induction Manual' and the third nudist was reading 'Flea, Lice & Earwig Eradication Measures for the Here-Comes Community.'

But the media had a great time.

The girls posed for photographs after demanding and received payment of $200 a minute.

When interviewed, the girls were a huge sources of because they appeared to answer questions truthfully.

They were asked was Here-Comes a morally stable town. Gloria said heavens no, sexual misconduct was rife because the community was somewhat isolated and there was nothing much else to do after work other than to wander about looking for sex.

The girls were asked what their future plans were. Gloria said she would become a night-club dancer after she had her breasts enhanced. Robyn desired to own a tattoo removal business and Amy wasn't sure but thought perhaps she'd work in a sex shop because there was plenty of opportunity to earn quick cash on the side.

When the media pack arrived back up at the cottage they found a notice that stated: 'Enjoy an early lunch. Media Conference at 12:30 then an exclusive interview for CBS will follow in private inside the cottage. Other exclusive interviews can be booked for tomorrow. 

Robyn, Gloria and Amy arrived up wearing only boots and that had a calming influence on people unable to secure quick interviews and then the depart. By noon the media corps had swollen to almost 400 and new supplies of liquor had been rushed up to the cottage.

Deputy sheriff Wayne Croft, car siren going and lights flashing, slowly led the CBS crew in three vehicles up the dirt track to the cottage.

The assembly of other media representatives initially jeered the late arrivals who were receiving special treatment and then turned their backs on the CBS crew and ignored what they were doing. That TV interview was screened that night nation-wide.

From late afternoon that day there was more activity in Here-Comes than on July 4. Restaurants ran out of food, the bar was drunk dry except for beer and courting couples were everywhere and even some townswomen who'd not had sex for years joined in and were gratified (or sickened). It was a memorable evening and next morning newspaper stories produced stories filed the previous day by reporters claiming, 'I found Old America' and 'Lakeside Nude-reading Nymphs'. Magazines would publish articles titled, 'The Loveliness of Hidden America', 'A Place Where Time Has Stood Still' and 'The Most Democratic Town in America.' 

Most of the published articles mentioned Buddy and his upcoming book, the sequel to 'Republican Ruby'. Clarita was generally ignored, but the upcoming book had been named in the CBS interview and the interviewer had treaded Buddy and Clarita like stars. That pleased Buddy's publisher but Buddy and Clarita were left disgusted by other media who went looking for details to write articles about what was wrong if Here-Comes, where people living there as odd as the town's name and because media people had left a huge mess around the cottage and grass turning yellow because it had been swamped in urine. No one had thought about providing temporary toilets.

Wearily from cleaning up, the last truckload of refuse including broken glass, disappearing down the dirty track, Buddy said to Clarita, "Well that was a fucking waste of writing time except for the CBS interview."

She yawned and nodded.

But it wasn't and he learned that two days later when Clarita handed the author a print-out of an email from the PA of his publisher's executive editor.

'Dear Mr Baldwin. Mrs Michaels wishes you to know that advance orders for your new novel are being received by bookstores all over the country. It is estimated advance orders already exceed 40,000 and she says this is unprecedented for us. She has issued instructions that a 'Democrat Daisy' website must be up and running by 5 pm tomorrow. This is wonderful news. Oh I'm receiving press cuttings from all over the country about your upcoming novel. This must be very pleasing for you. Best wishes and I'm really looking forward to meeting you Miss Young. We will be bringing both of you to New York for the book launch. Kind regards Miranda.'

"Aw isn't she sweet," Clarita said as Buddy finished reading.

"Yeah she's quite cute but although she has a boyfriend I suspect she's giving it to Alice Michaels as well. I haven't seen them at it but I've seen the body language between them."

"Well isn't that sort of behavior rather common in New York?"

Buddy grinned and said he had no idea but he guessed New York also had its share of morally upright citizens. "This is America."

Clarita said she thought he'd want the book to be launched in Here-Comes.

"Yeah well I'd thought about it but the cost would be high and really the town doesn't have the resources to cope. Also we'd maximize media coverage holding it in New York. This news about advance orders really pleases me. So some of the media have done a good job for us and for by fans."

They finished the final pages of the new novel that afternoon and went into Here-Comes in time to have it be sent to Strandon to catch the over-night courier service. To their astonishment they were hailed in the village like town heroes. Many people had done very well financially out of the media invasion.

Buddy and Clarita had dinner with her parents and as they were leaving she hugged her mother tightly and said, "Goodbye mom."

"Omigod Clarita are you two are off?"

Clarita looked at Buddy who nodded.

"Yes mom. We'll pack in the morning and plan to slip out of town by 9:00. Buddy wants to wend our way to New York, taking our time but being there in time for the book launch."

"Oh darling we'll miss you and you too Buddy."

There were more hugs and Clarita's dad Bert slapped Buddy on the back and said, "Look after her son. I've never seen Clarita look so happy."

As they drove to the cottage, Clarita said, "I'm really looking forward to fucking our way to New York."

Buddy grinned and said she had become a little coarse since she'd teamed up with him.

"I'll survive. You know this community is really beholden to you. Mom and grandma have been invited to go to Washington with the original copy of the town's certificate of incorporation because the authorities have no record of it. She also told me you have put Here-Come on the map. Tourists are already drifting in and the council is receiving calls from map-publishers and web-site developers about the location of our town. Most of them suspect it's in Iowa or Indiana, with a few nominating Michigan. Not one suspected it might be in Missouri."

"Well that was the appeal of Here-Come, being in the center of isolation."

"Mayor Croft intends calling a citizens meeting to ensure the town keeps its unique charm and its inhabitants remain true to character as yokels although I'm sure he won't use that word yokels at the meeting."

Buddy squirmed and said that was getting a bit too detailed for him and suggested, "Let's get home and wallow in sex."

"Oooh."

Deputy Sheriff Wayne Croft arrived outside the cottage next morning just as Buddy had locked the door and had placed the key under a stone with a red dot painted on it.

Wayne kissed Clarita and told her he and the town would miss her.

Clarita burst into tears and the guys looked awkward.

"I'm here to escort you through town."

"Why is the street ripped up for repairs ahead of the tourist boom?" 

"Something like that. Listen pal, you can return old anytime but don't touch my wife again. Do you understand?"

Buddy said yeah and glanced at Clarita but she was busy dabbing her eyes and appeared not to have heard.

Buddy led them into Main Street, with siren growling and lights flashing.

The 180-yard strip of Here-Comes' downtown area was packed with people. Flags were flying, and all July 4 decorations were in place although some weeks ahead of time. The school and offices had closed.

"Omigod," Clarita shrieked. "Here-Comes is honoring you."

"Honoring us," Buddy corrected. "They know that until you come into my life I might have moved on to finish my novel elsewhere."

The car windows were down and citizens crowded in to shake their hands or to kiss the departing couple. It took them almost an hour to get out of town where Wayne peeled off and gave them a farewell blast on the siren.

As they came to the dirt road access to the boatshed Clarita said, "So it was Carla Croft you fucked?"

"Eh?"

"I didn't see her in the crowd, about the only resident missing."

"She was on my side and she kissed me."

Clarita sighed. "When the media were here you mentioned you'd only seen two nude females reading on the grass over there. I know the other woman was me and you fucked me. Did you see Carla Croft there and give her the same level of attention?"

"Yeah on the day I arrived. I stopped for a stretch and walked through the trees and looked across the lake and saw her, nude and reading. So I got a canoe from the shed and paddled over to say hi."

"And you received more than a hi in return?"

"Yeah."

"She is married. You are a naughty boy Buddy Baldwin. I will have to modify your behavior."

"But if you do that I might not write so well."

"Oh a good point. By the way that Daisy is a bit shallow for my likening. You are free to base your next heroine on me."

"Do you fuck?"

Clarita showed her teeth and wheedled, "Why don't you turn back and park in those woods Buddy Baldwin and find out?"



THE END