Olivia

Olivia was shapely, even as a young girl. Some of her relatives would sometimes tease her by calling her, "duck butt". Olivia had pretty white teeth and a beautiful wide smile that her adult relatives and her mom's friends referred to as a million dollar smile. Sara would just smile proudly and say, "that's a cheap smile". Olivia didn't know what that meant until she got older. She smiled all the time though. Olivia was a dancer too. Her mom enjoyed entertaining guest on Friday and Saturday nights. Sometimes she would pile Olivia and her other children into the car and go to one of her sisters' home or to a close friend's home to party. From the gatherings Sara had at her home or took her children to, Olivia and her siblings would sometimes watch the adults drink alcoholic beverages and party. Often times, one of the adults would have one of the children bring him or her a beer from the refrigerator. From time-to-time, one of the children would sneak a beer out the back door and share it with the other children. Olivia was always the first to be affected by the beer she drank. It made her sleepy, while the other children seemed to have more fun once the beer took affect. Often times when the adults partied, Sara called her children into the living room where the party was and had them dance. While partying, the children taught the adults some of the latest dances. Sometimes the adults taught the children dances. Being that Olivia was the youngest of the seven children Sara had, she was coaxed into dancing most of all because everyone thought she was so cute and got a kick out of watching her dance. One dance in particular, Olivia did really well, was The Dog. The Dog dance was a raunchy dance. It was seductive, provocative and everything a child Olivia's age, shouldn't do, see or even know about, but Olivia knew that dance and all the moves: the slow grinding with her shapely body, right down to getting on her hands and knees, humping her ass like a bitch in heat and raising one of her legs while on her hands and knees, like a dog by a hydrant. Olivia did the dance so well, that when the adults got together to party, they wanted to watch her do it and would buy her candy, ice cream or give her coins if she did that dance for them. That really made Olivia hump and grind harder when she did The Dog. She even got to the point where she would do the dance when there was no party and her only audience was her own image in a mirror or tv screen when the tv was turned off or when her shadow was visible on a wall or the ground when the sun shined.

Olivia always listened to music though. On weekends, Sara partied at home or at someone else's home. Sometimes she went to a bar, which in that era, was called a tavern. On weekdays when Sara didn't party, she still had the radio on and sometimes played records. At Sara's house, they could even here the music that played in the building next door. You see, on the south side of Sara's house, a couple of doors down, was the barber-slash-record shop owned by the man Sara was buying their home from, but right next door, on the north side of Sara's house, was the tavern. The sound of music came out of the walls of the tavern, it seemed. Often times, there was a live band playing inside the tavern. There was also another tavern a few doors north of Sara's house, so Olivia was surrounded by music and was exposed everyday, to the glamour of partying, going to nightclubs and life in the fast lane. It was pretty-much an average day for Olivia to see women going into the taverns all dressed up, wearing high-heeled pumps with their tight-fitting dresses or skirts on and red color on their lips. Men got out of their big, clean cars, going into the taverns wearing their suits and hats cocked to the side with the brim broke down in the front. As Olivia grew older, she became more and more attracted to the activities that went on in taverns. She and her siblings would sometimes hang out in the barber and record shop on weekends and would go into the tavern next door to their home during the daytime, to buy whole dill pickles or a hamburger cooked on the tavern's grill, which was alright with Sara. The owner of that tavern knew Sara and her children well, but Olivia and her siblings knew not to go into the tavern in the evenings or at nighttime. They weren't even allowed to be outside the front door of the tavern during those times. Being as close as they were to the tavern, Sara had rules for her children and did her best to keep them from any physical harm that could come to them from the goings on inside or outside the tavern, but the mental harm was done. Especially to Olivia.