AGRICULTURAL POLICY IN IOWA IN 1937.

We were alone behind the barn when she reached out for me. In a flash, I was on my back. Emmanuelle Bonjour was a French girl. She had turned 21 and was completing her Masters. She was incredibly smart and ravishing. She looked down at me and said “you are my love slave!” I trembled all over. I was heading a research crew to analyze top soil. Most had gone to town in Manchester, north Iowa. Our bodies came lovingly together. She put her hand on my cheek and pushed hard. She indicated that she was the queen. I was speechless. I was going on 30, had my PhD and wherever I went I owned the room for my good looks and ruggedness. My name is “Thud” Thunder and I was letting Emmanuelle violate me.

As we came together, lightning slashed across the sky and there was this incredible explosion of thunder. It was an affirmation that she was there to rule. I was hopelessly under her spell.

(Excerpt from a new book coming out this spring with Brockmartin Publishers.)