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| Ike Turner, rock musician |
Feeding Her Chickens |
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 Today they call it child molesting. Well, man, there was no such thing back then. When I was a small boy, about six years old, there was a woman named Miss Boozie Owens who lived with her husband in the same neighborhood . . . Miss Boozie stayed at home raising chickens to sell in the neighborhood. She was about forty-five, fifty years old.
She explained that she wanted me to feed her chickens every morning before I went to school, and that she would pay me a nickel a week for doing it . . . One morning she came out and helped me with my job and I finished early. She said, "Come on, Sonny, let me clean you up so you can go to school." When we both went back into the house, she removed her robe and washed up first. She still had on this nightgown, but while I'm standing there, man, I can see through this thin thing. Without the robe, her whole body was revealed to me and as she stood with her back to me, bent over her face bowl, I could see the long hairs from her cat between her legs. She was standing with her legs spread wide apart and I got a good look.
After she finished and dried her hands, she asked me to come into the bathroom so that she could help me clean up. She asked me to remove my pants, and she helped me to unzip them, claiming that I had a spot on them. After Miss Boozie washed away the so-called spot, she set my pants down near the electric fan to dry.
We walked into the bedroom and she sat down on the bed while I stood there in my underwear. As I stood in the middle of the floor, nervously fidgeting, and not knowing what to do, she called me over to the bed. Miss Boozie reached out her hand and pulled out my penis. Then she began squeezing it, which made it jump hard. She then leaned across the bed with her cat at the forward edge of the mattress facing me. I was just at the right height, standing there, and she inserted my penis in her cat. She placed her hands on my hips and started pulling me backwards and forwards, making my penis move in and out of her.
This was the beginning of Miss Boozie teaching me what sex was all about. From then on, it became a daily routine. First I did my chores, and then received what I would call lessons. (Clarksdale, Miss., 1937)
from Takin' Back My Name: The Confessions of Ike Turner, by Ike Turner with Nigel Cawthorne (Virgin Books, © 1999)
© 2001 Nerve.com, Inc.
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