Darlin' there aint no getting over ewe! Part One

Johnny Paint brushed his teeth today for the first time in eight years. He trimmed his face whiskers, combed back his hair, and even plucked unsightly strands from his nose and ears. Johnny Paint was in love.
Johnny was a large man, almost 400 pounds on a good day. He lived in a pop-up camper that he kept parked outside his fathers house and sometimes would tow behind a 1976 Buick, that his good buddy Jethro welded a hitch to. He had several tattoos that gleefully misspelled sayings like "kash, gas or ass...", "No fat chics", and "Mustash Rydes". He even had one that boasted his undying love for 38 special (which was , somehow, misspelled also). At any time Johnny would have a pocket full of dead flys, spiders, and other insects that he would on occasion eat or put in his nose to make one of his 14 children laugh.
Johnny's wife died a few years ago from some then unknown strain of hepatitis that she contracted while traveling the donkey show circuit in Mexico.
Johnny had 17 dollars, six of his own teeth (the rest were dried up pieces of corn that he super glued to the roof of his mouth), and two pair of underpants (one for church, and the other for... well everything else). Johnny had his church undies on this afternoon.
Nadene, whose name is one of the 8 variant forms of Nadia, which translates to English as Hope, lived about sixteen minutes from where Johnny was parking his home. She was tall and considered quite attractive for her age. Her hair was naturally blonde and very curly, it required almost no maintenance. Nadene was always active and in almost perfect shape, in too many ways she reminded Johnny of his dead wife.
The land that her family's house was built on used to be an Airstrip during WWII, where the pilots would test jet engines. Years later it was a used tractor lot, soon after a Cash n' Carry was built then went out of business and was now a nursery for Fir trees.