Simple Jess Quotes

“He pulled her close and kissed her. Happiness and joy settled around them like a warm cloak. And gentleness spurred passion. His kiss deepened and a soft, low moan eased out of his throat.
He wiggled on the bed beneath her, letting her feel the resurgence of his passion inside her.
"I'm ready to do it again," he said plainly.
"You can't do it twice," she answered, giggling.
"Why not?"
"You just can't," Althea told him. "Men do it one time and then they rest up for a day or two."
"I think I'm rested up enough," he told her.
"Jesse, I know what I'm talking about," she said with confidence. "I was married for over two years. And I know all about it. You can't be ready to do it again."
He proved her wrong.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Miss Althea?"
"I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again."
Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To be
allowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then to
never be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“I know I ain't smart, Miss Althea. I don't pretend to be. It's something a feller can't lie about. But I can get you game. I can keep ups this farm. And I care about your boy. I care about him a lot. But I'd never get between the two of you. Miss Althea, if you'll marry up with me, I promise to listen to you in the things I don't know about. Work for you 'til my back is broke and my fingers is down to the bone. And love and care for you until the day I die.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Her hair was down. It was real long. He hadn't known that. It hung down the front of her josie and kind of curled around those . . . those big round places that he tried not to think about. Her . . . her round places were really round. And they had points on the end of them.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“Jesse squeezed her breasts ardently. "I just love your round parts, Miss Althea. They are just about the best things I ever felt in my life."
He proved his enthusiasm for them by kneading, manipulating, and caressing until Althea was standing on her tiptoes, every muscle in her body straining to give him better access.
"Oh, Miss Althea," he said finally, removing his hands from her body. "This is the most fun I ever had in my life."
He was breathing as if he'd just run up the mountain, pulling Granny Piggott on the skid.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“He simply had to trust the dogs. On the hunt, man and dogs were always a team.
With Jesse, perhaps this was more true than with most. Most men, knowing themselves to be a lot smarter than the dogs, often overruled their judgment. Jesse, not thinking himself much smarter than anything, did not. He often relied upon his own instincts. He
therefore had more respect for instinct, perhaps, than a man who normally relied upon intellect. The mind of the dog was in many ways as simple and uncomplicated as Jesse's own. He was taught to memorize actions in places he couldn't reason, and
obey in situations that he did not understand. When he did understand he followed his instinct. His instincts assured him that as hunter, the dog was at least the equal of man. And for scenting and tracking, the dog was superior.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“The barking of the dogs was getting louder, closer once more. Jesse's finger curled
around the trigger. He tried to still his mind from all thoughts. But the image of Miss
Althea lingered.
Sweet-smelling Miss Althea with her warm smile and her so very round parts. She never looked at him mean or like she was afraid. She looked at him loving, warm and loving, like she looked at the boy. She looked at Jesse that way. And he liked it. He really liked it. But he wanted it different, too. He was not a boy. Jesse was a man. He wanted Miss Althea to see that. He wanted to put meat on her table. That's what men do for the women they love.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“You seem to think I'm ashamed of you and that I don't love you. In that you are dead wrong... You are my firstborn, my only son, my flesh and blood. I loved you, son, from the first minute I heard your baby's cry. And I've loved you every minute since. You think you haven't been the boy that I wanted... Well, I know I ain't been the father you you wanted neither. But please son, wherever you go, whatever you do, please know that I love you and that I always have and that I always will.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“I know I ain't smart, Miss Althea. I don't pretend to be. It's something a feller can't lie about. But I can be a good husband to you, I know it in my heart. I got a good strong back. I can get you game. I can keep up this farm. And I care about your boy. I care about him a lot. But I'd never get between the two of you. Miss Althea, if you'll marry up with me, I promise to listen to you in the things I don't know about. Work for you 'til my back is broke and my fingers is down to the bone. And love and care for you until the day I die.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“They'd eaten the nooning over an hour before. Fried catfish and hot bread. Heaven. And Miss Althea sitting across from him at the table, smiling and talking. Heaven again.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess

“of deer meat on dowel rods so that they did not touch each other. He probably could be a husband, she thought. Some not very bright girl would surely be lucky to find such as him. Jesse worked with the certainty and confidence that Althea had grown used to. Jesse had struggled to learn the tasks that he knew. Once mastered, however, he never forgot them and he rarely allowed his concentration upon them to slip. If his quietly whispered instructions to himself were a little unusual, Althea didn't find it particularly annoying. Jesse worked steady and sure, long after others had tired, and he always seemed quite happy to do so.”
― Pamela Morsi, Simple Jess