It had been a bad month. Momma had passed away and I had to go back to clean up her home. I left home when I was 18 and had not looked back. Momma lived way out in the hicks and I lived in the city. I had met this great guy thru a co-worker, and I was afraid if he found out where I came from he would not want to see me anymore. He was everything a girl could ask for. Steady as a rock, upwardly mobile, and sexy as all get out. I had spent years practicing my diction to get rid of my southern twang. I told him I had to go take care of family business and would be back as soon as possible. Momma's house was a disaster. It was taking me forever to get through all her stored up papers, trash, knick knacks, and such. I spoke with my man frequently on the phone, but it's not the same as being with him. He repeatedly offered to come help, but I just could not let him see this mess I was trying to clean up. Then one day I hear a strange car pull up. It's my boyfriend in a limo pulling up to my momma's run down little home. I had been boxing up old clothes and here I was in my "down home" Daisy Duke shorts! I was mortified! But he took it all in stride and even had a little gift for me to show me how much he had missed me. I showed him how much I missed him too!

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