She Set The Hook And Hauled Me In

Being the fish on the hook either you go along or you're in the frying pan.

I grew up in South Texas, on a small ranch that was so dry it took ten acres to raise a cow. Searching for water my grandfather tripped across a natural gas field. It helped me go to college. On Thursdays valley girls came up to land a college boy. I mostly didn't bother them as I had girlfriend at home. But that Friday night before the big game I went to a party and Paquita was there. It was dark and these Mexican girls were husband hunting. Paquita ended up with me the next morning, and a few months later I got a call from a lawyer in the valley.

He had my name, address, and a couple of pictures, and let me know Paquita was a minor. I could do right and marry her, or face a statutory r**e situation. My family was livid, my girlfriend broke the living room window. A Mexican they yelled in unison. She was sixteen, and I was definitely twenty. The wedding was a quiet affair on my side, only my father and my girlfriend there. Her side had fifty people. She went fishing, not only did she land a guero college boy, a boy with gas firld in the ground.

My girlfriend fully expected a divorce once the baby was born, which she expected we would marry and adopt. But nothing like that happened, Paquita wasn't going anywhere. I got used to her. And she was quick to get pregnant again. My girlfriend had a choice to accept her and continuing to be my girlfriend, the other option wasn't that good. Paquita stayed and my girlfriend finished raising her and getting her lined up for college. No adoptions. My girlfriend finally got her little sister.