Catch sat back down at his desk and picked up the reports concerning the social functions of the Club.
"That Rosalita," he said smiling to himself. "She was something else."
Rosalita became pregnant and Tony married her, knowing full well that there was a possibility that the baby might be his younger brother's. He never mentioned the fact or referred to that particular night to Catch, but things between the two brothers were never the same. Tony, in reality, was jealous of his brother's youth, looks and physical prowess. Catch, in turn, was dismayed by his brother's attitude toward him, and never understood the reasons.
After the baby was born, Tony and Rosalita bought a mobile home and moved to the Louisiana coast where Tony could find work. Catch was the only child left at home. His parents doted upon him. He was very bright in school and passed his courses with high marks easily without having to study hard. Catch's parents were delighted. He was the only one of their children who had shown any marked aptitude toward education. They cut down on their expenses so that they could save money to send him to college.
Catch, aware of his parents' sacrifices, made applications to various colleges. He was on the track team and he excelled in that, so there was a possibility that he might get an athletic scholarship. In addition, his grades were excellent and he was captain of the debate team. The only thing that worried him was his grade in English. It was his only 'B' and he felt that he had deserved an 'A'. He decided to talk to his teacher about it and made an appointment with her one afternoon after class.
His English teacher was a young, unmarried woman of twenty-eight years named Sally Ann Graves. She was a slender, nervous individual whose interest in Catch was more than scholastic. She was pretty in a quiet way. Her skin was clear and bright, her eyes dark blue and her face heart-shaped. Her fine, blond hair was worn in a short, curly style and she dressed with as much flair as her salary would permit. She was anxious about her meeting with Catch and was indeed surprised that he had requested one. She thought that Catch was a very bright student. She had loaned him several books which were beyond the other students' mentality, but she was disappointed in him as a student. Miss Graves felt that he didn't work hard enough, didn't live up to his full potential.
Miss Graves was also very attracted to the well-built young man, something she had never encountered in her teaching career before. After all, Catch was only eighteen and a senior in high school and she was ten years his senior.
"Why, I'm practically old enough to be his mother if I were married in India," she often reminded herself.
Still, she could not help noticing his penetrating eyes, his muscular biceps, his swelling thighs and particularly the outline of his cock and balls so clearly defined beneath the thin fabric of his pants.
"Don't any of these kids wear underwear anymore?"
She would fantasize about Catch often, sometimes recasting herself and Catch in famous scenes with popular hero's and heroines.
Scarlet and Rhett… "Never lock a door on me, Scarlet!"
Stanley and Blanche… "We've had this date from the beginning, baby."
Catherine and Heathcliff… "You are my life, Cathy."
Often these fantasies would be accompanied by a mail order vibrator which Miss Graves had bought for herself.
Miss Graves nervously paced the floor of her office waiting for Catch to appear. Some of the other teachers had stopped by to ask her if she wanted to accompany them to the local drugstore for a soda, but she had happily declined. She shut the door of her office and checked herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared in the corner. Irritably, she wiped it off and applied a fresh coat. She tousled her hair as best she could and closed the blinds.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself. "It's not as if…"
There was a loud rap at the door.
"Come in," she called sweetly.
Catch entered the office and closed the door behind him.
"Oh, hello, Catch. Won't you sit down?"
Catch sat on a straight-backed chair next to her desk and waited for Miss Graves to stop pacing. She walked to the bookcase and ran her fingertips over her various volumes.
"What is it you wanted to see me about, Catch?"
"It's about my grade, Miss Graves."
"Yes."
"Well, I can't understand why I got a 'B' at the end of the term. I made 'A' grades on all my tests and papers."
"I'm well aware of that, Catch. I gave you a 'B' hoping that you would apply yourself more. I don't feel you're doing enough extra work. You're breezing through the class on almost no effort."
"You expect extra work, Miss Graves?"
"From you, yes. You're my brightest student, Catch, the brightest student I've encountered since I started teaching. I suppose we should have had this talk sooner. I don't like to under grade you…"
"The 'B' may affect my college scholarship, Miss Graves. I don't think it's fair."
She thought for a moment. "Perhaps it wasn't, Catch. I didn't think of that, but I'd still like to give you more personal attention and would like to see you do more work than the other students because you're capable of it."
"I'm willing to do anything you ask, Miss Graves. I've passed by your office several times, but the door was always shut."
Never lock a door on me, Scarlet!
Miss Graves' heart fluttered and her cunt twitched.
"So, you see Miss Graves, it took a lot of courage for me to ask to talk to you about this."
We've had this date from the beginning, baby.
Her nipples burning and her lashes fluttering, Miss Graves crossed to the young man and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad you came to me, Catch. I mean, it is your future."
"It's my life, Miss Graves."
You are my life, Cathy.
Miss Graves found herself stroking Catch's shoulder. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back a pace. Her hand burned from the feel of his flesh as surely as if she had placed it over an open flame. Catch slid down in his chair and spread his legs apart. The fabric of his pants strained across the outline of his cock which was pressed against his thigh. It was the first time he realized the extent of Miss Graves' attraction to him and his response was immediate. His cock began to thicken and lengthen. His first impulse was to leave, but he changed his mind and decided to stay. He watched her as she stared in amazement at his prick, growing inside his pants as if it had a life of its own.
Miss Graves turned and went back to her refuge… the bookcase. Catch got up and followed her. He stood behind her, almost touching but not quite.
"I've been enjoying the books you've been giving me to read, Miss Graves. Perhaps you could suggest something else."
The close proximity of his body almost made her faint. She closed her eyes and gasped for breath. Flustered, she tried to change the subject. She withdrew a book.
"Perhaps you'd like this…!"
She stopped as she read the cover. It was Lady Chatterley's Lover. She was so startled that she dropped the book. She bent to the floor before Catch could retrieve it. She looked up and her face was even with his crotch. She stayed there transfixed for a moment. Catch stepped forward a few inches and his cock was within a breath of touching her cheek. Miss Graves gave in to her desires. She pressed her face against his crotch and moaned as she felt the heat issuing from within his pants.
It was almost as if were possessed. She began groaning and grappling for his zipper. She undid his pants, dug his cock and balls out and rubbed her face against them. Catch undid the buckle of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. He wrapped his hands around the back of her head and pulled her forward.
"No!" she cried. "It's wrong!"
"No," Catch breathed. "It's right."
Miss Graves began covering his heavy genitals with small, little kisses, covering every inch of his balls and cock with her lips. Catch grew erect. It had been a long time since he had had sex.
"Suck me, Miss Graves. Suck my cock."
With trembling fingers, she gathered up his fleshy rod and stuffed it into the recesses of her warm mouth. She began moving her head back and forth, taking as much down her throat as she possibly could. She slid her hands down around to his buttocks and began fondling the cheeks of his ass.
"That feels good, Miss Graves. Do it faster."
Catch bent over and began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.
"Let me," she whispered. Miss Graves took off her blouse and as she was undoing her brassiere, she said, "Lock the door and turn out the light."
"I'll lock the door, Miss Graves, but let's leave the light on."
Catch kicked off his loafers and wiggled out of his pants. He walked nude from the waist down to the door and turned the lock. Then he came back to Miss Graves who was still kneeling.
She was naked from the waist up. Catch stared at her breasts. They were small but perfectly formed in exact proportion to her body. He stepped in front of her once again. She took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth. She tucked it in and he slid his fingers down her warm breasts and began massaging them. He rubbed the palms of his hands over her nipples until they were rigid. As she sucked him, he could feel her slow, steady breathing against his pubic area and the blood began to race to his head as his cock swelled to its full length. She stopped sucking for a moment and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Then he knelt down beside her.
"Let's unfinish undressing," he said quietly.
Miss Graves took off her skirt and panties and Catch removed his T-shirt. They lay down facing one another on the soft carpet of her office. The dim light on her desk illuminated the delicate curves of her almost childlike body. She pushed her slender form against his and swung her leg across his thigh. Then she nestled her head against his shoulder.
Catch became aware of her small breasts touching against his side and he could feel the downy hair covering her cunt on his thigh. Miss Graves used a light feminine cologne which drifted from her body like vintage wine. She slid her leg further across his and touched his cock. His cock jerked and began throbbing. Miss Graves let out a long, low sigh and closed her small hand around his prick. She began moving her hand back and forth and Catch rolled over on top of her, pressing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue far into her mouth.
Miss Graves gave a long sigh of satisfaction, her arms slid around his neck. She responded to his kiss, sucking and biting at his tongue. She surged against him, wrapping her leg around his waist and pulling him hard against her. He ran his hands up and down her flesh, savoring her smooth skin. He stiffened his tongue and ran it around inside her mouth, feeling her damp warm saliva on his lips. She pushed against him and began combing her fingers through his hair, gripping and pulling his mouth harder against hers. She spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips, waiting for him to make the first move. Catch pulled his lips away from hers and slid his mouth down her small body, toward her breasts. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and held it up to his lips. He opened his mouth wide and took nearly the entire breast inside, sucking as hard as he could.
"Oh, Catch, Catch," she murmured with happiness.
She pressed her lips against his ear and began tracing the outline of it as he sucked her breast and moved his hands up and down her body. He moved to her other breast, cupped it in his hand. She moaned as he sucked it and fondled the other one at the same time. As he did, the blood was pounding in his head. He was dizzy with desire. It had been much too long.
"Miss Graves, Miss Graves," Catch murmured over and over.
"I think, Catch, under the circumstances, you can call me Sally."
Catch got up on his knees and stared down at her. Her face was twisted into a mask of passion. She was breathing rapidly. She looked back at him expectantly and spread her legs wide apart. He crawled between them and positioned himself. She reached out with both hands, clasped his cock and guided it to her vulva. Her cunt was incredibly tight. For a long moment, he pressed and moved about, trying to get it inside. Suddenly, he felt the tip of it slide into her cunt and he pushed forward with his hips until the head was engulfed by her pussy.
Her cunt was tight and dry and it felt as if his cock were being skinned as it slipped into her. Catch pulled it out and lowered his head to her crotch.
"Don't be nervous, Sally."
"I'm sorry, Catch. I'm just tense."
"I'll make you untense."
He parted her cunt lips with his fingers and pressed his lips against the opening. He slid his tongue between his lips and began licking the tender folds of her vagina. He dipped his tongue in deeper and found her tiny clitoris. He began lathing the small organ with the tip of his tongue. Then he moved his hands up her body, cupped her small breasts and began manipulating her nipples. He sucked her cunt and squeezed her tits for a long time until her cuntal juices finally began to flow and her pussy was moist and warm and ready for fucking.
Catch got between her legs once again and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. This time, it slid in easily. He rocked his hips back and forth, moistening his cock with her secretions and inched his cock into her. Miss Graves uttered a long, low sigh which she muffled with the back of her hand. She couldn't believe what was happening. All her fantasies were coming true.
She was still tight and it seemed impossible to Catch that his huge cock could enter her without hurting her. She was gasping and panting as she pushed against him, pressing her pussy toward his cock. When his cock was halfway in, he got on top of her and cupped her buttocks in his hands. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes. She threw her arms around his neck and covered his face with kisses. She murmured soft, sweet phrases of endearment.
When his cock was worked completely into her, he shuddered from the delicious sensation of its being completely sheathed in her hot, tight pussy. He pressed his mouth against hers and her lips opened wide as she received his tongue. She sucked and nibbled at it and her hips began thrusting him with more urgency. Catch responded and began fucking her with harder strokes. Miss Graves threw her legs into the air and wrapped them around the small of his back and lunged up at him, meeting his cock with each stroke. Catch's balls pressed against her small, hard ass each time he thrust into her.
Catch drew himself up on his knees. His hands went under her buttocks. He lifted her pussy up to his cock and he began fucking her furiously, withdrawing it until only the head remained. He pushed forward again until it was buried deep within her slender body. The semen boiled and grew within him until he knew he could no longer control it. Miss Graves sensed that he was close to his climax and began wiggling her hips from side to side. The additional stimulation was too much for Catch and he exploded into a violent orgasm.
He watched as his come reached the inner recesses of her cunt. Miss Graves went into her own orgasm. The two of them thrashed about on the floor for several minutes until their respective orgasms had passed and they slowly, reluctantly, floated back to earth.
Catch and Miss Graves began a furtive affair which lasted until the end of his senior year. She worked with him and tutored him, educating him in a way that was much more extensive than the public school system could offer. With Miss Graves' help, Catch had made applications to more than twenty colleges in the South and Southwest regions.
By the end of his senior year, Catch had not received confirmation from any of them and the first weeks of his summer vacation were spent in nervous anticipation. He worked hard to save money for his pending college education. There wasn't enough money to be had working for his father for that summer the catches were poor. He applied for, and got a job as private chauffeur to a wealthy local family.
The pay was good and he liked the work, but there was only one catch for Catch.
The family had this daughter…
Ima Swine was her name and she was as homely as her name implied. The wealthy family pronounced their name Sween, but Swine was more apt for Ima. She was a stocky, clumsy girl with bad complexion and stringy hair. All the money and tutors in the world had been spent on Ima, but still, she was a disaster. In addition to being moody, she was a spoiled, testy girl with a nasty temperament. Catch assumed that Ima was still a virgin, not from the way she acted, but because of her appeal-or lack of it.
Every chance Ima could get, she arranged it so she was alone with Catch. After delivering her father, who Catch liked a lot, to his place of business, Catch was free until it was time to pick the old man up. Ima, who was good at manipulating her ineffective mother, often arranged to have Catch drive her to shopping, take her to visit friends or occasionally drive her to the Bayou Country Club where the family were prominent members.
Catch dreaded these excursions. Ima had done everything except out and out propositioning him, and he feared that that was coming.
Ima, like most self-centered, egotistical boors, had no conception of what she really looked like. She had purchased herself a bikini, thinking that it might help to turn young Catch on. She told her mother that she was going to have him drive her to the Country Club and she felt like sunbathing.
"I don't know why you don't get some exercise, Ima. It would be good for your figure," her mother whined.
"What's wrong with my figure, bitch?" Ima screamed at her mother.
Mrs. Swine retreated to another room and left her daughter to her own devious devices.
For appearances sake, Ima put on a beach robe, accompanied by a large, floppy beach hat and matching sandals. When Catch pulled the black Cadillac up to the front of the house, Ima was waiting, impatiently tapping her foot.
"Where've you been?" she complained. "I called down to the garage over ten minutes ago."
"Your father asked me to vacuum the floor in the back. That's what I was doing when you called."
"Well, from now on, you come immediately when I call, you hear?"
Catch said nothing, but held the door open for Ima. Ima undid her beach robe as she strolled down the steps and he caught a good look at what she was wearing underneath. Catch winced and turned his head away. Ima, as usual, managed to brush against him as she climbed into the back of the limousine. Catch suspected that if it weren't for propriety, she would have ridden in the front where she could have a freer access to his body.
Ima settled herself in the back seat and lit a cigarette. She puffed on it dramatically, assuming that Catch was watching her in the rear view mirror.
"It's a good day for sunbathing," she commented.
Catch didn't answer. She was miffed. Either he didn't hear her or didn't care to.
"I said, it's a good day for sunbathing!"
"I guess so," Catch answered noncommittally.
"It's hot in here," Ima said, taking off her beach robe and displaying her heavy body.
"Do you want the air conditioner on?"
"No!"
Ima pulled the beach robe down to her lap and allowed her puffy fingers to crawl down to the area of her cunt and began to fondle the pudgy vaginal folds beneath the fabric of her bikini.
Ima may have been self-centered and plain, but she was not without a lively imagination to sustain her.
She closed her eyes tightly, rerunning the scene in her mind to suit herself.
She stood at the top of the stairs, posed like some bright young model in a vaginal spray commercial. The long sweet Cadillac, looking more phallic than usual, pulled up at the bottom of the steps. Catch, handsome in a sky blue uniform, jumped out and rushed along the car, profusely apologizing for being late.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swine, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. Please forgive me."
"That's all right, Catch," she said grandly and held out her hand to be guided down the steps. A shock like electricity passed through their bodies, one to the other as they touched. He boldly looked into her eyes and then quickly turned away.
She knew what he was feeling. She was feeling it, too. As he opened the car door for her, his hand brushed against her hip. Catch blushed and murmured his apologies. Ima upbraided him, firmly but gently.
When she was seated in the back seat, she modestly covered herself with her robe. Catch got behind the wheel. She could feel his piercing eyes watching her in the rear view mirror. He wanted her. It was as plain as the pretty nose on her face and she did find him attractive. But after all, she was Ima Swine and he was merely a chauffeur and yet…
The limousine swerved, barely missing another car on the highway.
"Pleassseeee! Keep your eyes on the road," she admonished.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ima, but I…"
Suddenly he pulled the limousine off the road and switched off the engine. He turned around and stared at her openly… lust dancing in his eyes.
"What do you mean by this, Catch?"
"It's no good," he blurted. "I can't think of anything but you. I can't keep my eyes on the road when I want to let my fingers do the walking." His voice was hoarse and husky with desire.
"This is unthinkable! Now, turn around and drive me to the Country Club and we'll forget the whole incident."
"I can't. I can't."
He began to crawl over the back seat. Ima stared at him in terror.
"Don't scream," he whispered as he clamped his hand over her mouth.
She pulled it away. "But, the other cars…"
Catch pushed the button which controlled the automatic blinds. They lowered and except for some light coming through the windshield, the entire limousine was dark.
"Ever since I saw you in that bikini…it's not fair… You shouldn't be allowed to drive men mad."
"You're out of place," she protested.
"There's no class when it comes to love."
He began mauling her breasts. Ima felt dizzy, like she was on a carnival ride.
"Your skin," he murmured. "It's like peaches and cream… and your hair… a man could get lost in it."
"You're speaking out of turn," she heard herself say weakly.
"Not out of turn, out of love. Love for you, Miss Ima."
"No… no!"
His strong hands grappled at her halter top and tore it away. He pressed his head between her full, lush breasts and began sucking the tit flesh. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, bit and chewed on it until it grew rigid and then repeated the action with the other. Ima tried to fight. She kicked and scratched but to no avail. He slid his hand down the front of her bikini panties and pressed the palm of his hand against the swollen lips of her pussy. He pulled down the panties. His fingers trailed along the soft inner folds of her vagina and parted them. He dipped his head down and pressed his full lips against her slit.
"Don't, Catch," she murmured, nearly swooning.
He ran his tongue along the inner walls of her cunt and found her clitoris. He lapped his tongue around the bud until it grew erect. Ima's breath began coming in little gasps. Then Catch stiffened his tongue and guided it deep into her cunt.
In spite of herself, Ima thrust her hips up at him. The sweet taste of her pussy filled his mouth. Ima lay back against the door of the limousine and began quivering. Sensation swept over her which she could not control. Catch licked her vulva with long, hard strokes of his tongue. Automatically, she spread her legs further apart. She wrapped her thighs around his head. She pushed her cunt up against his face forcefully, as he licked her pussy with rapid strokes.
While he was eating her cunt, Catch managed to get out of the bottom half of his uniform. He sat up, clasping his huge cock in his hand like a club and said:
"I'm going to fuck you, Ima!"
"Nooooo! I'll never be able to take it!"
"You will. You'll take it and you'll love it!"
He got between her legs, reached down and guided his cock to her damp pussy. He slid his hands under her buttocks to lift her up to him. When the head of his cock touched her soft vulva, Ima wiggled her hips from side to side and he began to slide into her channel.
Suddenly, something stopped him. It was her hymen.
"A girl as beautiful as you and still a virgin?"
She blushed becomingly.
She pushed her pelvis against him before he could withdraw and it broke. Ima shuddered and bit down on her lower lip. After a few moments, the pain was completely gone.
I'm ruined, she told herself, ruined for a decent marriage.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked hoarsely, his voice full of concern.
"No, don't stop. Don't ever stop!"
He pushed his cock into her, inch by inch, with care. Her pussy walls were extremely tight. Catch wished that he had sucked her cunt a little bit longer. But, after several strokes, her cunt juices started flowing and he was able to ease himself all the way in. When he was completely inside her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers. Ima kissed him back with fervor. He slowly began withdrawing his cock. She closed her eyes and her breath rushed through her teeth. He pulled it all the way out, then pushed forward once again until he was able to build up his momentum and as he did, Ima began feeling for the first time the delightful sensation of being fucked.
He worked on her with a steadily increasing tempo, then lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Ima began responding with slow, tense movements, hesitantly at first and then she completely gave herself to him. Her climax was beginning to build up and he paced his own with hers. Ima's sighs changed to moans. She squealed and suddenly burst into climax…
Catch heard the moans coming from the back seat. He glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned by what he saw.
My God, she's frigging herself!
Ima looked grotesque. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her tongue was hanging out and lolling to one side. She grunted fiercely as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt.
"Nguhh! Nguhh!"
Jesus Christ, thought Catch. It's enough to make you sick.
"We're here, Miss Ima," he said, pulling in front of the Country Club entrance.
Ima quickly threw the beach robe on and waited for him to open the back door. As she climbed out, her legs were shaking. When she looked into his face, he flicked his eyes to the left, avoiding her gaze.
Why was he pretending inside, she asked herself. He wants me as much as I want him. I know he does.
"How long will you be?" he asked.
"A couple of hours."
"I'll park the limousine in the lot and get myself a bite of lunch."
"I'm sorry, that's impossible. Chauffeurs aren't allowed inside the Country Club. If you want to, drive down to some roadside diner or something. Just make sure you're back here within two hours."
"Yes, Miss Ima."
He watched her as she ascended the steps to the Country Club. The robe was stretched taut over her large, doughy buttocks. Catch cleared his throat, spat, then climbed into the limousine and drove to a nearby diner.
Ima found herself a chaise lounge next to the pool and immediately snapped her fingers for a waiter. She ordered a Bloody Mary and a lunch consisting of foods that were neither good for her face nor her figure. When the waiter arrived with the tray, she ordered another Bloody Mary. She drank it down and promptly fell asleep in the sun. Several hours later, she woke feeling slightly woozy and stinging all over. She pressed her finger into her flesh and saw that she had gotten a sunburn.
"Son of a bitch!"
Her mouth was dry and she was irritable. She had the waiter bring her a cold beer while she bundled herself up into the beach robe. She drank the beer down in almost one swallow and went into the ladies' bathhouse. She had heard somewhere that if one showered immediately after a sunburn, it helped the pain. She got out of her bikini which was digging into her sore, flabby skin and got under the shower. The streaming jets of water stung her skin and she got out almost immediately. She couldn't face getting back into the tight bikini. She just put on her beach robe and carefully buttoned all the buttons. She walked toward the parking lot. The flesh of her burning thighs rubbed together and it irritated her further.
She had difficulty locating the limousine since the lot was full and when she did, she spotted Catch sitting inside reading a paperback, the air conditioning going full blast. Ima yanked open the car door and he almost fell out.
"I've been looking for you for ages!" she snapped. "Why aren't you paying attention?"
She knocked the book out of his hand. His eyes flashed, but he said nothing, just picked up the book and opened the back door for her. She climbed inside and carefully eased her body down into the leather seat.
When they were partway home, Ima spotted the place where Catch had pulled off the road in her fantasies. She told him to stop the car. The alcohol had built up her courage. Catch pulled off the road and waited. She pressed the button and the automatic shades were drawn. Then she leaned back in the seat and began unbuttoning the beach robe. Catch turned around to see what was going on and when he saw her nude body a look of revulsion came over his face.
"Let's do it, Catch," she said thickly. "I know you've been wanting to."
She obscenely spread her legs apart, her pussy swollen and surrounded by coarse pubic hair opened up like the gates of hell.
"I think I'd better get you home, Miss Ima."
She leaned forward and grabbed his arm. "Don't be shy, chauffeur. It's kosher."
She guided his hand to her breasts and he withdrew it as if he had touched something hot.
"Don't pretend any longer, Catch. I won't tell anyone."
"You're damn right you aren't going to tell anyone," he said abruptly, "Because nothing is going to happen. Nothing!"
"What do you mean?" she asked incredulously.
"Don't you know that the very sight of you makes me puke, you egotistical pig! You're well named. Ima Swine… it should be Ima Pig."
She slapped him across the face with all her might. Catch's ears began ringing. He blinked his eyes several times and turned around. He started up the limousine with a roar and they sped down the highway toward the Swine estate. Ima cowered in the back seat, awash with alcohol, the pain of sunburn and the humiliation of rejection.
By the time they had reached the estate, her shame had turned to anger. She didn't wait for him to open the car door. She swung herself out of the limousine and marched over to him.
"You're fired! Do you understand? Fired!"
Catch didn't say anything. He drove the limousine to the garage, went into the dressing room, took off his chauffeur's uniform and got dressed in his own clothes. He hitched a ride home. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to put up with Ima Swine any more, but he was in turn depressed because he had lost his job.
But, when he reached home, his mother was on the front porch waiting, waving an envelope. He quickly tore it open.
He'd been granted a scholarship to Tulane University.