So you see, life is for awhile. And we have no control over it. No control what so ever. We don't know if we're going to live to a ripe old age? or get sick and suffer? or die from cancer? or lose our minds with altzheimers or dementia etc. Or die in a car accident even? Oh! I dread those kind of deaths, and don't want to die like that. Do you? And remember one more thing, there's no coming back, no coming back. Ever? "Rennie Ferrante
NO PARENTS AT ALL???
By RENNIE FERRANTEAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2011 Rennie Ferrante
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4634-5026-7Contents
CHAPTER #1 THE BEGINNING:.............................PAGE 1"WHAT HAPPENED"?......................................PAGE 28CHAPTER #2 "BAD EXPERIENCES"..........................PAGE 32CHAPTER #3 "YES SIR, NO SIR"..........................PAGE 42CHAPTER #4 "A GAY BLADE"..............................PAGE 79CHAPTER #5 "A NEW HOME"?..............................PAGE 94CHAPTER #6 "WHY A MARRIAGE?"..........................PAGE 106CHAPTER #7 "AN ANGEL FROM HEAVEN".....................PAGE 119CHAPTER #8 "MOTHER"?..................................PAGE 137CHAPTER #9 "OH' MOTHER"...............................PAGE 156CHAPTER #10 "TRAGEDY".................................PAGE 163"THE EPILOGUE"........................................PAGE 173
Chapter One
The Beginning:
There was a beautiful baby girl born to these two Italian people. Her name Georgette. She was one of the most beautiful babies that anyone had seen. So they wanted to protect her the best they could. Her mother would buy her the best of everything. The prettiest looking clothes, and pretty little silk panties. And she polished her little nails on her fingers, and her little toes, and pierced her ears. Maybe her mother wanted that all her life so she did it for her little beautiful bambino (baby) and wanted to show her off every chance she got, no matter where she went. And as time went on she would take her to school in the Kindergarten and just gloat when she saw the other looking kids. She would say to herself, what oogons,(dogs in Italian) they are. She smiled as she talked to other women, as they bragged about their kids, she knew she had the best looking kid in the school, as she made good friends with another woman named Sophia, whose daughter Carlotta was nice looking also, not as pretty but nice. They would take them to the park and make them go down the sliding pond and see their panties that covered their little pussy and say, we might have trouble with them as they get older, because those boys will want to get a hold of that beautiful thing, their Podinones she called it, (vagina) She knew Georgette had a gorgeous one as she changed her diapers all those years, and wanted to protect it for her, her little beautiful bambino. As Sophia said, I worry all the time too, about my Carlotta, how will they be when that time comes? but time will tell she said.
Being in the same class Georgette and Carlotta were always together. Sometimes other girls would bully Georgette, and try to intimidate her because she was so beautiful, and they were jealous. but Carlotta came to her rescue every time, and Georgette always thanked her and said, why do you want to protect me? I have to fight them sometime. Why she asked again? As Carlotta was staring at her she said, your so beautiful, and I have a doll that looks just like you, and she's beautiful too, and I love her, and I won't let anything happen to her either, and your my friend and I love you too, that's why. Oh that's so nice Gerorgette said, and I love you too, as she hugged her. Being they were Catholics that went for religious instructions every Wednesday after school, and they had their hands full because other girls ganged up on both of them. But Carlotta did pretty good and was fighting like hell as they tried bullying them. but she got a bloody nose and a black eye when she saw them surrounding Georgette. There were too many of them this time, and she couldn't fight them off, as Georgette got a cut lip, as one girl whacked her when she wasn't looking. On their way home Carlotta said, don't ever turn your head from them, they're sneaky like Japs, and hit when your not looking. She was a pretty learned girl about street fights, and being that her uncles taught her a lot about self defense, so she wouldn't get bullied, and could take care of herself. They even bought her boxing gloves and used to box and hit her hard, and hurt her, and then laugh when she got mad, she was a terror.
The day they made their first Holy Communion, they had a white dress, veil, and white shoes and sox, and a white pocketbook, gloves, a rosary, and a small crown like a Tiara on their heads, and a smudge of lipstick on their lips and cheeks, and they looked beautiful. especially Georgette, as Carlotta was staring at her and said, oh, your so beautiful Georgette. I'm so glad your my friend, and you'll always be my friend, and I love you. So Georgette said I love you too, and kissed her on her cheek, as they said, they'd be friends forever. Being the same age they would make their Confirmation in a few years also. There were days they didn't see each other and would call on the phone to say hello. Carlotta would ask did anybody bother you, being they know you won't fight back? I think they want to make friends with me now Georgette said. Don't you know why Carlotta said? no why she asked? Because if they hang around with you they'll get more guys to talk to them. You draw guys like honey does to a bee, you beautiful thing you. And if they hang around with beauty they'll get to talk with more guys, don't you see that? I never thought of that she said, I see what you mean. But there are other girls that are better looking than me, no? she asked. Are you kidding Carlotta said? They couldn't come close.
No way, and I know, believe me. How did you get to be so smart Georgette asked? My aunts and uncles she said. They always coach me and tell me what's right and wrong. Gee, I wish I had aunts and uncles like that Georgette said. I don't think you'd want them she said. Why Georgette asked? Because there are things they make me do, I'll tell you about it one day she said. I guess I'll just have to wait till then as she was thinking, boy they must be real mean to her. I wonder what they make her do? Maybe a lot of cleaning their house? or something, or go shopping for them? like a slave? I'll find out one day, I can wait.
As she was growing up her mother always made sure she had the right one to take care of her, especially when they baby sat. Only family she trusted. Like her brother, or her father, or her sister. She didn't want to leave her alone with anyone, really. Maybe something happened to her when she was a kid, who knows? Because she was a nice looking baby also? not like her baby, but nice. That's why she named her Georgette. A name just as beautiful as she was. She would compare her pictures to hers and say, I looked a little like her when I was small, not much though. She would say there are people who can't keep their hands off something that's so beautiful. And not only that, she and her husband were old fashioned. Old fashioned from the other side, Naples Italy. I no a trust a nobody she said, with her Italian accent. And her husband said, I a break a their heads, sonna ma bitches, if they a touch my bambino.
When Georgette was about nine years old she was sitting on her bed in a yoga position, and she had an itch between her legs and wanted to scratch it. As she touched it, it felt nice to her, so she moved her panties to the side and started to touch right at the top of her lips on her vagina, where the itch was, it was her clitoris. She didn't know what it was and It felt so nice as she moved her finger back and forth in a circular motion. She was actually playing with herself, masturbating? Her mother happened to walk in and saw her. What are you doing she asked her? nothing mommy she said, and covered up fast. Your not supposed to touch that baby, it's for making (pee shod) Italian for (pee...
