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Trailer Park Trash Trixie's Turkish Torment

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Barbaria1 said:
That may come back to bite Beatrice by the time Trixie turns up in Turkey. I smell a potential extortion threat.
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NewUser said:
And I smell that another careless and innocent woman will fall into a cruel world PrPr fantasy. For the joy of us.
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I take extreme umbrage at those remarks. Of necessity, they would require that I write a spinoff story from this one. I should point out that I despise spinoffs and have never, and will never write one!:mad::mad::mad:

[What? Really? OMG, you're right!]

Ummm. I guess I need a slight clarification of my last remark. It does appear that this story, TPTTT, does represent a spinoff from Singapore III. HOWEVER, the exception here proves the rule. I never AGAIN will write a spinoff!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
There's got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
We have a chance to find the sunshine
Let's keep on looking for the light - Al Kasha / Joel Hirschhorn

When Beatrice arose the following day, she went quietly downstairs to avoid waking Trixie. She went busily around her morning routines and began preparing a breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast, and started the Mr. Coffee.
Dr. Sullivan went out the sliding glass door onto her little patio and called the Institute. A few minutes later, she had arranged the day off for both Trixie and her. They had a busy day ahead.
Re-entering the kitchen, she met a sleepy-eyed Trixie coming down the stairs. With her gorgeous red curls in a wild fly-away pattern and wearing only one of Sullivan's tee-shirts that came down to just level with red thatch, Sullivan thought she looked good enough to eat!
The two looked silently at each other for a few seconds before Beatrice broke the awkward moment, “Good Morning, sleepyhead,” giving the girl a quick peck on the cheek. “We have a big day ahead. Ready for some breakfast?”

Tom Watson hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair (which groaned from his over 240 pound – 17 stone - bulk), closed his eyes, and folded his hands over his copious belly. He needed to think about this.
He had remembered Samantha Byerly well from the training retreat last summer. They had been paired together for an afternoon exercise. She could have been a slightly attractive woman, but she seemed to have no interest in trying. She had let herself get a dozen or so pounds overweight, a fault he would not tolerate in a woman. And she had an extremely severe and prudish attitude that rubbed him the wrong way. However, with almost thirty years in civil service positions in the State Department, he knew better than to make unnecessary enemies. You never knew when some disagreeable turd would be helpful or powerful. And it seemed that Samantha had just proved useful.

The first stop of the day for our girls was the Bank of Evergreen to open a checking account for Trixie and get a credit card to use for travel and purchases.
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Trixie stared in amazement at the front of the Bank, which occupied a previously abandoned movie theater and two adjacent storefronts. The friendly and helpful Platform Officer welcomed the ladies, recognizing Dr. Sullivan as an existing customer, and led them to her desk. When she heard Trixie's request and asked a few questions, she frowned. With no prior banking experience, non-existent finances, and no tax returns, Trixie could only open a tightly limited checking account. She would have to wait at least a couple of months to have any credit.
Without batting an eye, Dr. Sullivan said, "I'll co-sign."
The Officer smiled and responded, “Well, that changes everything. With an established customer co-signing, we can open a full DDA (checking) account today, and I expect we can get you a Visa® card within a few days.”
Beatrice stood and shook the woman's hand. "It nice dealing with a local bank that can get these things done quickly. Come, Trixie, We have got a lot of shopping to do."
As they walked out, Trixie asked what co-signing meant.
"Oh nothing," said Beatrix. Just me vouching for your honesty."

Though hardly a shoppers paradise on the level of King of Prussia Mall or Rodeo Drive, Evergreen offered a limited but decent collection of clothing shops.
By the end of the day, the girls returned to Betrice's townhouse with many outfits. While many were new, Trixie had insisted on visiting the Cane Creek Thrift Store, where she had picked up several nice outfits in good condition for remarkably little money.

When they got home, Beatrice prepared her signature dish, tuna noodle casserole with collard greens on the side. The Alabama State Legislature recognized the City of Evergreen in 1973 as the Collard Green Capital of Alabama. The Collard Green Festival is held the first Saturday annually in March.
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The girls sat on the tiny back patio and enjoyed chatting as they eat the meal, washed down with tall iced glasses of sweet tea. Beatrice refused to discuss the fact that all the purchases had gone on her credit card. She repeated, "I trust you, Trixie. We will work it all out before you leave."
Both agreed that they would skip alcohol after the surfeit of the previous night. After dinner, Beatrice insisted on Trixie modeling her new clothes for her. The two laughed and giggled at times like junior high school girls at a sleepover or two new lovers in the first glow of young love. As the evening wore on, Sullivan tried to convince Trixie to abandon their previous abstinence to try the Benedictine. The younger woman agreed on the condition that Beatrice consent to model a few of the more risque items as well. Sullivan agreed and poured the glasses. After that, the laughter became louder.
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Did the hot, passionate kiss go any further the night before? I love how we're not sure, but my guess is yessiree!

"... Without batting an eye, Dr. Sullivan said, "I'll co-sign ..." - Wait, what? And in an instant the good Doctor's true intentions are comprehensively hinted at!
 
Fossy said:
Wait, what? And in an instant the good Doctor's true intentions are comprehensively hinted at!
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I haven't the least idea what you are hinting at. Pray tell.
Fossy said:
Did the hot, passionate kiss go any further the night before?
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And what happened after the next evening's playful "modeling?" Did they move on to undies and lingerie? Or less? Dirty Inquiring minds want to know!
 
I know some here have trouble distinguishing whether I am reported straight facts or totally bull-shitting. At times, I'm not sure myself. But I can assure you that Evergreen is the Collard Green Capital of Alabama and if you don't understand the attractions of that mess of boiled greens along with sweet tea and shrimp 'n grits, you don't understand the South. And you should be wary of visiting a Waffle House without being prepared to order your hash browns "scattered" with any of the popular options: Smothered, Covered, Chunked, Dunked, Peppered, Capped, Topped or Country. The truly adventuresome should definitely order, "all the way."
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
I know some here have trouble distinguishing whether I am reported straight facts or totally bull-shitting. At times, I'm not sure myself. But I can assure you that Evergreen is the Collard Green Capital of Alabama and if you don't understand the attractions of that mess of boiled greens along with sweet tea and shrimp 'n grits, you don't understand the South. And you should be wary of visiting a Waffle House without being prepared to order your hash browns "scattered" with any of the popular options: Smothered, Covered, Chunked, Dunked, Peppered, Capped, Topped or Country. The truly adventuresome should definitely order, "all the way."
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When I go to a Waffle House, I prefer grits!!!
 
Tomorrow shall conclude our pastoral idyll in beautiful rural Alabama. The scene will shift, rather jarringly for our heroine, to the ultra cosmopolitan environs of Washington, DC. Fortunately for Trixie, that refined community of American elected and appointed officials (like most modern capitals) has no incidence of male (or female) sexual predators!
 
The end of the Alabama Idyll

A couple of days later, Trixie insisted that they talk about money. Dr. Sullivan reluctantly consented.
"It is clear, Trixie, you must have presentable clothes for Washington and wherever else you are sent. Even when you get your credit card, you will need it for a plane ticket to DC. and your first expenses there. I have complete confidence and trust in you. You've never let me down in your work. I know you won't disappoint me now."
"I won't! I swear I won't, Beatrice." Trixie had begun calling her mentor by her first name. "But how can you afford to pay for all this? And I have nothing but a little over one hundred in my checking to pay you back! How much do I owe you?"
"You will repay me, Trixie. Once you finish your training, you will be surprised how fast the money comes in. Don’t worry how much. I’m sure you will be able to handle it later. We have to be patient. I don't need to pay the credit card balance right away. You relax and send me some money when you can." In the back of her mind, Beatrice was trying to figure if she had any credit left or was, in fact ,overdrawn.
"Oh, Beatrice! I don't know how to thank you! You are so good to me!" cried Trixie as she threw her arms around the other woman and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“There,” said Sullivan with a shy smile when they came up for air. “You know exactly how to thank me.” She opened her mouth and kissed her lover back.

Beatrice (Trixie) Thomson, from Branchwater, Alabama, mused Tom Watson. From Samantha's distainful description, she sounded like she might be a prime piece of ass. Of course, Byerly hadn't said that, but the flip dismissal in her voice hinted at typical female jealousy of a more attractive rival. A redhead. Tom liked those very much if they were thin. Shit, he wanted any slim young thing with a cunt. Tom despised women who let themselves go and carried an extra five or ten pounds. Didn't they realize it was their responsibility to look thin and fit? When he saw a heavy girl on the street, he wondered why she didn't just go off and kill herself rather than making people look at her fat!
Samantha said that Trixie came from a broken-down Trailer Park out in the boonies. She came from a broken home. Byerly suspected early abuse and that her mother was a prostitute. Samantha had gone so far as to say, "White trash - trailer park trash with no morals. Only got hired on her slutty looks." Yes, Watson thought as his prick stirred down below his enormous belly. This information might prove very useful.


At 9:20 AM on Tuesday, February 5th, 2019, just twelve short days after Trixie’s successful interview, Dr. Sullivan pulled her Corolla into the Short-Term Parking at the Montgomery Regional Airport. She got out and helped Trixie to pull her suitcase from the hatchback. A new American Tourister Sonic 25" in bright red with the latest spinner wheel technology, it had been Beatrice's going away present to Trixie. The girl had never owned more than a small cloth bag or plastic grocery bags to carry objects. As they walked the short way to the Terminal, the girls tightly held hands. Trixie held on with excitement and fear as she left everything she knew to go on a fantastic adventure. Beatrice held the hand in pride and sorrow as her newfound lover was going away indefinitely to a bright new future.
They went to the Delta Connection desk, checked the bag through to Reagan International in DC, and got Trixie's boarding pass for flight 5264. When they came to Security, it was time to say goodbye. Both girls had tears in their eyes as they stammered short, awkward expressions of gratitude and love. Dr. Sullivan in Evergreen had been cautious about showing any sign of improper behavior. She dreaded the consequences in the conservative, inbred community. However, far away here and feeling safe, she reached out to give Trixie a long tight hug, which the girl eagerly returned. When they had to part, they each leaned in and exchanged one last long, deep kiss.
Dr' Sullivan then stood, fighting back sobbing as she watched Trixie enter the security lines and soon move out of sight. Wiping tears from her cheeks, she turned and walked slowly and sadly back toward her car.
Neither Sullivan nor Thomson had noticed the greasy-looking man in an open-necked bright-flowered shirt and ill-fitting leisure suit who was waiting near the entry when they arrived. Using a small electronic camera with a powerful zoom lens, he snapped pictures, silently, of the two walking together, hand in hand. The man followed them in and continued to record their interaction. When they stopped at Security, he ducked partway behind a large mirrored pillar and zoomed in the lens to catch the extended, sensual hug and, in closeup of their faces, the passionate open-mouthed kiss. He smiled to himself as he recorded several copies of this "money shot."
The sweaty man had a nasty leer on his face as he followed Beatrice back to the lot, where he documented her entering her car and its license number (21A3457 – the lead 21 indicated Conecuh County).
As he watched the white Toyota pull away, he pulled a flask from his pocket and took a deep swig. He’d earned his commission today!
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
The end of the Alabama Idyll

A couple of days later, Trixie insisted that they talk about money. Dr. Sullivan reluctantly consented.
"It is clear, Trixie, you must have presentable clothes for Washington and wherever else you are sent. Even when you get your credit card, you will need it for a plane ticket to DC. and your first expenses there. I have complete confidence and trust in you. You've never let me down in your work. I know you won't disappoint me now."
"I won't! I swear I won't, Beatrice." Trixie had begun calling her mentor by her first name. "But how can you afford to pay for all this? And I have nothing but a little over one hundred in my checking to pay you back! How much do I owe you?"
"You will repay me, Trixie. Once you finish your training, you will be surprised how fast the money comes in. Don’t worry how much. I’m sure you will be able to handle it later. We have to be patient. I don't need to pay the credit card balance right away. You relax and send me some money when you can." In the back of her mind, Beatrice was trying to figure if she had any credit left or was, in fact ,overdrawn.
"Oh, Beatrice! I don't know how to thank you! You are so good to me!" cried Trixie as she threw her arms around the other woman and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“There,” said Sullivan with a shy smile when they came up for air. “You know exactly how to thank me.” She opened her mouth and kissed her lover back.

Beatrice (Trixie) Thomson, from Branchwater, Alabama, mused Tom Watson. From Samantha's distainful description, she sounded like she might be a prime piece of ass. Of course, Byerly hadn't said that, but the flip dismissal in her voice hinted at typical female jealousy of a more attractive rival. A redhead. Tom liked those very much if they were thin. Shit, he wanted any slim young thing with a cunt. Tom despised women who let themselves go and carried an extra five or ten pounds. Didn't they realize it was their responsibility to look thin and fit? When he saw a heavy girl on the street, he wondered why she didn't just go off and kill herself rather than making people look at her fat!
Samantha said that Trixie came from a broken-down Trailer Park out in the boonies. She came from a broken home. Byerly suspected early abuse and that her mother was a prostitute. Samantha had gone so far as to say, "White trash - trailer park trash with no morals. Only got hired on her slutty looks." Yes, Watson thought as his prick stirred down below his enormous belly. This information might prove very useful.


At 9:20 AM on Tuesday, February 5th, 2019, just twelve short days after Trixie’s successful interview, Dr. Sullivan pulled her Corolla into the Short-Term Parking at the Montgomery Regional Airport. She got out and helped Trixie to pull her suitcase from the hatchback. A new American Tourister Sonic 25" in bright red with the latest spinner wheel technology, it had been Beatrice's going away present to Trixie. The girl had never owned more than a small cloth bag or plastic grocery bags to carry objects. As they walked the short way to the Terminal, the girls tightly held hands. Trixie held on with excitement and fear as she left everything she knew to go on a fantastic adventure. Beatrice held the hand in pride and sorrow as her newfound lover was going away indefinitely to a bright new future.
They went to the Delta Connection desk, checked the bag through to Reagan International in DC, and got Trixie's boarding pass for flight 5264. When they came to Security, it was time to say goodbye. Both girls had tears in their eyes as they stammered short, awkward expressions of gratitude and love. Dr. Sullivan in Evergreen had been cautious about showing any sign of improper behavior. She dreaded the consequences in the conservative, inbred community. However, far away here and feeling safe, she reached out to give Trixie a long tight hug, which the girl eagerly returned. When they had to part, they each leaned in and exchanged one last long, deep kiss.
Dr' Sullivan then stood, fighting back sobbing as she watched Trixie enter the security lines and soon move out of sight. Wiping tears from her cheeks, she turned and walked slowly and sadly back toward her car.
Neither Sullivan nor Thomson had noticed the greasy-looking man in an open-necked bright-flowered shirt and ill-fitting leisure suit who was waiting near the entry when they arrived. Using a small electronic camera with a powerful zoom lens, he snapped pictures, silently, of the two walking together, hand in hand. The man followed them in and continued to record their interaction. When they stopped at Security, he ducked partway behind a large mirrored pillar and zoomed in the lens to catch the extended, sensual hug and, in closeup of their faces, the passionate open-mouthed kiss. He smiled to himself as he recorded several copies of this "money shot."
The sweaty man had a nasty leer on his face as he followed Beatrice back to the lot, where he documented her entering her car and its license number (21A3457 – the lead 21 indicated Conecuh County).
As he watched the white Toyota pull away, he pulled a flask from his pocket and took a deep swig. He’d earned his commission today!
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"... Byerly suspected early abuse and that her mother was a prostitute ..." - A harsh assumption, not a million miles away, though!

"... (The man had) earned his commission today! ..." - How very curious ...

Excellent chapter PrPr
 
As we bid our last farewell to the State of Alabama, The Yellowhammer State, The Heart of Dixie, and The Cotton State, we shall close with two musical tributes to the Heart of Dixie. Please watch the lyrics of Warren Zevon's song. It sounds like he's been to Bubba Jim's Resort.

 
Two wonderful contributions.

The origin of the name Dixie is obscure. The most likely and colorful story is this. Ten Dollar notes issued first by the Citizens State Bank in the French Quarter of New Orleans and then by other banks in Louisiana were labeled Dix on the reverse side, French for "ten." The notes were known as "Dixies" by Southerners (who hardened the pronunciation from the softer French "deese"), and the area around New Orleans and the French-speaking parts of Louisiana came to be known as "Dixieland." Eventually, usage of the term broadened to refer to the Southern states in general.
The song "Dixie" originated in the minstrel shows of the 1850s and quickly became popular throughout the United States. It was probably composed by Ohio-born Daniel Decatur Emmett. The widespread popularity of the song cemented the word "Dixie" in the American vocabulary as a nickname for the Southern U.S. During the American Civil War, it was adopted as a de facto national anthem of the Confederacy.
 
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2019, Montgomery Region Airport
As the Bombardier CRJ-700 regional jet backed away from the gate and headed to the takeoff runway, Trixie nervously tightened her safety belt in seat 16A, by the window with no one in seat B of the four across. She had never seen an airplane up close before and to be aboard and about to fly to Atlanta (Delta Connections flight 5246, 1 hour and 7 minutes flying time – fare before tax and fees $129). It all seemed close to a dream to the girl from the trailer park. But It was real – she was flying off to a new life.
Trixie gripped the armrests tightly as the plane gathered speed and seemed to hurtle down the runway at an impossible pace. She was surprised as she felt the nose lift up and the wheels were still rumbling down the tarmac. Then, a moment later they lifted off and the vibration was gone as the plane headed smoothly up into the sky with the roar of the massive twin engines just behind her driving the winged messenger faster and higher.
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Trixie watched out her window as the ground moved away and became smaller, like a kind of toy set. Soon the flight attendant brought complementary nuts and a soda. Trixie munched and sipped as she watched mesmerized as the land far beneath slipped slowly but steadily by. Much sooner than she expected, the Captain came on the speakers and announced they were beginning their descent into Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International Airport. The plane circled once waiting for their place in the landing order, giving Trixie a good view of the massive complex of runways and terminals that looked as large as all of Conecuh County!
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2019, FSI, Arlington Virginia.
The six training supervisors assigned to the new class of legal profession candidates met in a conference room in the James Madison induction center. They were a diverse group of FSI professionals, drawn by interest and availability to their current assignments. The four women and two men knew each other well and had worked together many times. They were all dedicated to working as a team to ensure as many candidates as possible navigated the organizational and academic challenges of the next seven weeks. Two of the women gave each other a little poke when they saw almost-obese Tom Watson join the group. With his seniority, he usually drew easier jobs than candidate supervisor. But he greeted all cheerfully and seemed happy to be there. The women also know Watson had an eye for young women with slender figures. But they knew the rotund man with almost thirty years of service in, would not risk his job or pension with one of the candidates. Nevertheless, they whispered to each other and agreed to make sure the candidates received the full sexual harassment training.
 
Wow, I thought I had to read the Singapore series to catch up? Glad I was wrong, @Praefectus Praetorio , I am so invested in this sweet Ranga (Aussie slang for redhead) from southern Alabama..

I never imagined I’d discover through Crux Forums that a Waffle House would be worth visiting ever- they look as dodgy as … but now I’m curious about all the varieties of hash browns, will have to go all the way with those. Just like @Barbaria1 I never expected to enter one in my life!

Nor that a Toyota Corolla could ever be regarded in any way luxurious, at least not to an actual American…

This is stunning character development with an extremely touching love scene betwixt two Trixies!

And you even found a way to make me sympathetic to that bitchy snob Samantha…

I think you’ve snagged me again, mate. In for the long haul once more! Turkish Interrogation torture, was that why I came here? I no longer care, just keep going, the rich tapestry you’ve already built will keep me hooked by itself! And I suspect my kinky desire will again become inflamed at some point!

Bravo sir, keep ‘em coming!
 
Loinclothslave1 said:
Wow, I thought I had to read the Singapore series to catch up? Glad I was wrong, @Praefectus Praetorio , I am so invested in this sweet Ranga (Aussie slang for redhead) from southern Alabama..

I never imagined I’d discover through Crux Forums that a Waffle House would be worth visiting ever- they look as dodgy as … but now I’m curious about all the varieties of hash browns, will have to go all the way with those. Just like @Barbaria1 I never expected to enter one in my life!

Nor that a Toyota Corolla could ever be regarded in any way luxurious, at least not to an actual American…

This is stunning character development with an extremely touching love scene betwixt two Trixies!

And you even found a way to make me sympathetic to that bitchy snob Samantha…

I think you’ve snagged me again, mate. In for the long haul once more! Turkish Interrogation torture, was that why I came here? I no longer care, just keep going, the rich tapestry you’ve already built will keep me hooked by itself! And I suspect my kinky desire will again become inflamed at some point!

Bravo sir, keep ‘em coming!
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I thank you for those touching words. If there are any here who haven't read Singapore III, I would recommend you do NOT do so until you finish TPTTT. It would actually distract and mislead you in this story. I shall cover Trixie's sojourn in Singapore in adequate detail for this story, but without excess distraction by the likes of the ever-complaining Singapore Barb.
 
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