Born and raised in Corpus Christi, Donna Lea Anderson grew up admiring her hometown and all its amazing beauty. She loved the peaceful sunrises and bright orange sunsets, and the relaxing drives down Shoreline Boulevard. Few sights were as striking as the view from the Harbor Bridge, particularly at night. She enjoyed playful moments on the beach with sand between her toes and searched for unique seashells and sand dollars after a storm. Most of all she loved saltwater fishing with her rod tip bent reeling in a flounder, redfish, trout, and believe it or not black tip sharks.
Ok folks, it’s time to kick back and read about two Texas women. Both love the Lord, and both endure somewhat similar occurrences. From birth their journeys are totally different with one struggling with evil from as far back as she can remember, and with the other growing up in a protective, happy, and loving family. Indeed, two different upbringings when both discover that evil is much closer than either one ever anticipated. The story involves romance, love, fear, hate, jealousy, deceitfulness, violence, and commitment all wrapped up into one story. As the Author, I will leave you with an important warning to consider and think about, and that is to know your own surroundings and know how to keep yourself safe. Now, enjoy the read! BUY NOW
On the eve of January 6, 1972, a full moon reveals tall palms swaying and whipping in the cold wind as a partially packed Greyhound Bus rolls into the Corpus Christi bus terminal, located downtown at Starr and Chaparral Street. After a long trip from a small town in West Texas the bus driver maneuvers his way through the terminal and searches for a convenient parking spot, and while doing so he announces there will be a twenty minute layover before leaving for Brownsville, Texas, the final destination of the evening.
Some folks are startled and some are awakened by the screeching loud noise that comes from the overhead intercom, and after a long ride from Little Wicked, Texas it seems a now stiff and cranky bus driver has the microphone way too close to his mouth. Again, he repeats his stern warning before opening the door. So, with the intercom cutting in and out his deep smoky voice indicates that he is a man of his word and means what he says.
Bus Driver Says,
Heed the warning folks I’m on a tight schedule, and I’ll be leaving with or without you, “Twenty Minutes!”
Moans erupt throughout the cabin as a few unhappy passengers complain amongst themselves about the short layover. When the roar of the engine goes silent a handful of folks going on to Brownsville jump to their feet, exit the bus as fast as they can. Some run for the restrooms, and some grab a quick snack. Also wasting no time, is that somewhat cranky little bus driver as he flees from the bus and takes his place near the front exit, thanking all patriots for traveling Greyhound Trailways. Sure, that’s part of his job but he also has a nasty little habit. Once out in the open air he pulls from his shirt pocket a long-awaited cigarette and quickly lights it up, savoring, inhaling, and exhaling every little puff of nicotine. Well, it seems the cranky little bus driver just isn’t in need of a smoke, but he also likes to stretch his bones when he makes his scheduled stops.
As the cigarette dangles from his lips and in between puffs he bends over touches his toes, then makes several twist and turns, and once he believes that everyone is off the bus that’s getting off he attempts to return to his seat. Well, not so fast. He doesn’t get far and before he can make his way back to his seat, Lord and behold, there standing on the steps right in front of his eyes are two of the most beautiful legs he has ever seen.
Those beautiful legs belong to a woman named Charmaine Rene Davis, in her early thirties, an introvert, somewhat shy, homely and not much of a looker from the shoulders up. But the towering five-foot-eight blonde does have one thing going for her... a body that most women wished they had and a body that some men lust for in a woman. As Charmaine attempts to make her way down the steps the now creepy little bus driver can’t seem to pass up an opportunity to put the moves on this homely looking wildflower with the most beautiful legs he’s ever seen. So, he doesn’t hesitate, quickly he initiates his moves and gives it his best.