Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Trigger Warning, I don't have the words for.  Trust me, this one's more
than a little disturbing, why I just now moved it out of Horror.

   Also note, "Nadine" is a cliche country name, intentionally reused for
Contrast.  Not the same girl, not even related, probably not even in the
same universe (Timeline) This is the fast, and dirty version, as opposed to
the Slowmantic one...

   'Deen (f ZooP, ZooK, NS.  fHH ZooE, Fant, Frot.)

   SPLPLPLpt!

   "Uhl!" I gagged.  Guess that's why it's called slopping the hogs, but I
kept it down.  Good, just covered my mouth, and held it in.  My breath to
keep the smell out, until I was out of the squeeling mass of pink blubber,
and I could breathe.  "Huh, huh huh!"

   Chores, not my favorite, but I rinsed the bucket by the spigot, hooked
up the hose for them to root in, and cool off after breakfast.

   "Uhp," it's just too much like vomit, "HRUGH!  Kuh!" Waste of food. 
"Spt!" Bacon, and eggs, hash browns.  The hogs won't eat potatoes, for some
reason, the bacon would be cannibalism, and "HRUHLGH!" Wrinse out my mouth
from the hose.  "SLP!" Rubbery, but at least cool, and not stale.  Wipe off
my brow, and pull my hat back down.  Tug out my braids, and twist out the
kinks again, heading back.

   Now, I'm hungry.

   "Fuck." Literaly.  "Huh!" Clap clap clap!  "Break it up!" The bitch got
out again.  In heat, but he tucked tail, and the redhead slipped back in.
To him instead of her.  "Huh!"

   She whined.

   "I know, but we don't need a litter of bastard puppies." I caught her,
grabbed her collar so her tail went down.  Dragged her back to her pen, and
a leash to tie her up while I opened the gate, and looked for the hole.

   "Fuck off!" He was back, but ran.  Tail tucked again.  "God, DAMN it!"
Lead her in, and tye her up, so I can latch the gate, and go get a shovel.

   But all that cock blocking reminded me of the stables.  "Huh!" And my
face got hot.  The Stallion, mares go in heat too, so I saw it once.  Huge!
Biggest thing I ever done seen, and I seen a lot.  You know, being on a
farm and all.  Hogs, mostly.  And chickens.  1 cock, but the stallion.  The
stud, and just letting it roll out to piss.

   "Uh!" Pick up a cinder block, and drop it on my shoulder, on the way
back.

   Right, the hole.  That damned stray, too big to get under it, but
digging, red raging erection swinging between his legs, got to call the
Vet, but got to plug the hole first.  "Gowan, GIT!"

   BLOCK!  Swing the shovel down, SPANK!  Kick dirt after him.  Tail
tucked, again.  Running like it's on fire.

   "Huh!" Kick the block over, and in the hole.  Stand it up under the
fence, and start digging.

   The thick hard wood handle in my hands, "Huh!" Throw the dirt, and stab
it back in the loose pile.  "Huh!"

   But that, stud.  Stallion, beautiful stallion, his chocolate fur shining
in the sun, and the mare.  Switching her tail to fan the heat.  The smell
wafting out to the stallion, grunting, and trotting up, behind her.  His
big black cock dropping out, standing up under him, and rearing to mount
her.

   "Huh, huhn!" Stand it up, and wipe my brow.

   It's gonna be a hot one, but it ain't just the work.  Ever since I saw
that.  Not the first time, I seen birds, bees, pigs, dogs, and chickens,
but horses?  That's beautiful, and I need to get the inside done before I
can take a break.  Behind the coop where there's shade, and some privacy to
get my overalls down.

   I can climb over, the fence, though.

   Nobody's out.  Lookin.  It's okay if I just set a spell, up here, on the
beam and hold onto the post.  Close my eyes, and imagine him.

   His dark chocolate flanks, heaving under me.  The saddle, bouncing up,
and down, riding him hard like this.  "Uh, uh, uh!"

   "DEEN!"

   Damn it!

   "What you doin up there on that fence?"

   "Just," climb down, "Fillin up a hole." Pull the shovel.

   Yeah, I got a hole to fill.

   "Uh!" Pry out some more dirt, and toss it in the hole.

   "Well, finish up quick, we got compney commin'!"

   "All RIGHT!" Huh!

   Just one of them days.  "Damn dogs, fuckin'.  Like to spoil my whole
mornin."

   "City folk."

   "Great." Maybe ride my bike after.  The road by the back fence, that's
always a good ride.  Bumpy!  You city folk, ever wonder why girls like
ponies?  Yeah, riding them.  Wish we could afford horses, a horse, a nice
big stallion to stud out, and ride in between.  "Yeah." A nice saddle, but
my bike.  Is all right.  "Huh!" If I can get a damn minute to myself today,
after chores.

   Nope, course not.  By the time I beat down the dirt good enough, neither
of them can push out the cinder block any time soon, so she got to start
over.

   "Call the vet."

   "All right."

   "Huh!"

   Nope, there they are.  Must be, goddamned station wagon, towing a cloud
of dirt up the driveway.

   Better go meet them, then.  Ain't horny no more no how.

   ;

   Doug (mf...)

   "Oh, mom!" Look at this place, "I don't wanna go here!" Looks boring. 
"What I do?"

   "Well, I know but.  You nevereven been out of the city before, so
this'll be a good lesson."

   Just sulk, out the window till we pull up, but.  At least they got a
kid, to play with.  Looks like, country boy.  Overalls, check shirt,
trucker hat, filthy boots.  Slam the door, and look up.  "Oh."

   She smiles, and plays with the end of a braid, in front of her shoulder.

   "Thanks for letting us do this, Miss Jonson."

   "I'm Nadine." Blond.

   "Uh!" Shut my mouth.

   "Don't be rude, Doug."

   "Sorry.  Uh."

   "Doug, right?"

   "Yeah." She wiped her hands on her overalls.

   "What brings you out here from the city."

   "Nadine, why don't you show him around the farm.  You done with your
chores?"

   "Yeah."

   "Whelp, I betchakin find some work for him to do."

   "Yes, ma." She took my hand.

   "Check th' back fence."

   "Already did, I know the one.  Cummon."

   I never even seen a girl like that before.  I thought she was a boy,
driving up, but then she turned, and sure enough.  In the side of her
overall, her shirt.  I saw the side, where the sleeves ripped off, and the
strap of a bra.  Even a little of the cup.

   Pretty too, just a little dirty.  Bet she cleans up nice, but.  Yeah, I
guess I don't mind, getting dirty with her.

   "You ever seen a bitch in heat?"

   "What?"

   "Thought not.  We got one, let me show you."

   "Oh, wokay?"

   ;

   'Deen (fmD Best)

   "Where's your daddy?"

   "He had to work." City boy, smells clean.  Soapy, like a goddamn bookay,
really.  Spit.  "Where's yours?"

   "Done know," shrug, "Never met him."

   "You don't got no more family?"

   "Yeah, they got a farm," wave over at the back fence, "Over yonder, my
momma.  She got this parcel for the hogs." They got cattle, not much
better'n dogs, or chickens.  "Just me'n mom, here."

   "HOOH!  AHOOH!" There she is, howling Fuck MEE!  In dog, since I run off
that mutt.

   "She don't bark?"

   "Nah, she's a hound.  They bay."

   "What's wrong with her, she don't like being tied up?"

   "Toldja, she in heat."

   "What's that?"

   "I means she's horny." Ain't the only one.  "See, most animals, they
can't do it all the time, just when they in heat." Climb over, and don't
stop on the top.  She sniffs me.  Between my legs, yeah she smells it. 
Licks my pant leg.  Least she stopped howling, she knows she about to get
sated.  Somebody got to.  "See?" Hold her tail, "Get down, gita good look."

   She holds it up, stopped by the first aid box for a finger cot from the
box.

   "Is that her asshole?"

   "No, that's her asshole, this."

   She stops, squirming, and even her tails stopped tryin' to wag.

   Feel it, "Is her sex."

   "Huh huh huh!"

   Wiggle my pinky in.

   "Huh huh huh!"

   Shake it real good.

   "Aurh!"

   "Just gotta fuckit real quick, to calm her down." Dogs, real quick. 
Nother thing I don't like about them.

   "Huh huh huh!" She lay down, satisfied, so I roll off the finger cot.

   "You got any rubbers." I point.  He covered it up.  Shook his head,
don't talk much.

   "Huh!" Shrug, "Come on, better take carea that real quick too."

   "You fuck dogs?"

   "Some times, when the bitch needs it."

   "Isn't that gay?"

   "Right here." Zip!  "That feel gay to you?" Decent, just rub it through
his fly.  "Get it out." Squat down on my knee pads.  "Hold still.  Swlk!"

   "Uh!"

   "Swip?  I said hold still, quit fidgitin." It aint a horse cock, but. 
"Spt!" Soap.  Damn city boys and there damn scented soap.  Suck the rest
off, and spit it out.  "Damn, son.  You need to rinse better."

   "Uh huh?"

   "Slghghlghlghlguk!"

   "Uh!" Aint as quick as a dog, but.

   "Glp!  Khah!" Wipe my mouth.  "That better?" Tuck him back in.  Smack my
lips, got the soap taste out my mouth.  Well, most of it, anyhow.

   "Yeah."

   "Good," unhook my overalls.  "Now, you member what I done on that bitch
over there?"

   "Yeah."

   "Good," pull them down, and bend over.  "You might need 2 fingers."

   Finally, something to fill the hole.  That're fuck my cousins.  You look
around, you'll see there's plenty that all ready round here.  Least a dog
ain't gonna gimme suma them fucked up lookin' kids.  Like the Amish, no
chin, buck tooth inbred babies.  "Uh, hah!  Shake em, shake em in me,
yeah!" Pull the snaps on my shirt, and push my bra up.  "You know what a
clit is?"

   "Mh, hm?"

   "See if'n you can find it.  Nh, nah.  Lower, yh!  Right.  Nh!" Nod. 
"Yrh!" I can shake it now, on his fingers.  In me, and on them. 
"Huhuhuhuh!" My titties, shake them like a good banging, or spankin, "Yeah!
Huh, huh, huh!  Uh!" They pull out.

   "You all right?"

   "Yeah." fix my britches, and pull up my overalls.  "Smq!  Can you get my
straps?"

   "Uh huh?" He flipped them over my shoulders.  When I got them done up, I
can get my bra back on, and snap up my shirt.  "Hahl!  Spt!" He followed
me, out to the spigot.  Unscrew the hose to get a couple handfulls, wash
the dust out my mouth, and gargle out the last of that soapy tang.  Wash my
face good too, and put my hat back on.  "Thanks."

   So, I don't got to get my fingers wet, and hunt down that stray mutt.

   "Now, let me show you around."

   Stop by the tool shed, make him work up a sweat to wash all that soap
off.  Damn, son.  Then later, hope they stay a while.  "Where she goin?"

   Shade my eyes.  "I don't know."

   His mom, just drove off.  From the house, left my mom in there.

   "Let me go in, and check." Hand him the post-hole diggers, "Take this
over yonder, to the back fence." Pointed out the wash.

   "Okay." He took them.

   Yup, sure enough she's in the shower.  Probably met'er at the bar last
night, cooked up this excuse to bring that Doug down to see what country
life is like.  I can keep him busy.

   Just grab some rubbers, and a fencepost on the way back out.

   Hope that means they'll be back...

   ;

   Doug (fm...M Preg.)

   Well, that was all right!  I knew I'd get layed eventually, just never
imagined it'd be like that.  She came back, dropped a fence post.  "What's
that for?"

   A gun.  She shrugged.  "Varmints.  Lemme show you how to use this."
Leaned it up on the fence.  "See, this post's rotten out, down here." I
nodded, looked back from the rifle.

   "Uh!" She stood them up.  "Now you try, right where I marked it."

   "Where you going?"

   "I got ta watch the dog pen."

   "Oh, okay.  Uh!"

   "Just pullem 'part ta get the dirt out."

   "Oh, Uh!  Huh!"

   She walked off, a ways I guess.  Sat up, with her elbows on her knees,
and looked around, with the scope.

   "Uh!  Nh, huh.  Uh!  Nh, huh!"

   POW!

   "Got im." She pulled something out, and wiggled her finger in her ear.
Pumped her jaw like on an airplane.  Set the rifle down, and pulled out
another twisted wad of tissue, looked like.  Wiped her pinkies off on her
pantlegs.  "Keep diggin."

   "Uh, huh?"

   "How old're you, Dug?"

   "Ninteen?"

   "Still in school?"

   "Just graduated, how 'bout you?"

   "What about me?"

   "Well." Look down, "deep enough?"

   She looked, "Nah, but.  You smoke?"

   "Huh, yeah."

   "Got any?"

   "Yeah," fish them out.  "How old're you?"

   "Hup!" Pulled them out, and dropped another clod on the pile. 
"Thirteen." She snapped her fingers.  Pulled out a brass lighter.  Kink! 
Snap!  Picked up the digging thing again.  The Marlboro bounced on her
lips, "Nh!  Niceta haba man 'round, ever once in a while."

   Thunk!

   "Got damnit!" Bent down to pick up her cigarette, "Hold this." I looked
down the hole, and the rock before she got down, and dug it out, with her
hands.  "That otta do." Broke up a clod, and packed it back in.  "Pick up
that post."

   "Okay?"

   "Some work you need a man fer, yaknow?"

   "Like what?"

   "Stud work."

   "What's that?"

   "Stick it in." She rolled it around in the hole.  "Let me get a drag. 
Huh!  Fuckin?"

   "Yeah," she's.  Different.  I guess living on a farm, without no boys,
they got to do all the work.  Pretty though, just.  Rough, dirty, tough.

   "How long you stayin?"

   "I don't know," tried to call my mom, "You don't got no reception out
here?"

   "She bisexual?"

   "My mom?"

   "Well," she nodded, "Don't tell nobody, but mine's a lesbian.  Folks
round here, they don't all take kindly to that, kinda thing."

   "You mean," I looked back at the house.

   "Yeah, she go out last night?"

   "Yeah," they had a fight, "How'd you know?"

   "Cum back drunk?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Mine don't drink.  That ain't what she go to the bar in town to get."

   "You sayin your mom fucked my mom?"

   "Maybe," she shrugged, "Ain't sure who fucks who.  We don't talk about
it."

   Stomped it down, around with her boot.

   "See that post?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Dig out another hole."

   "Where you going?"

   "Got to track down and butcher a dog."

   "Oh."

   "No sense lettin it go to waste." She took her rifle.

   I lit a cigarette, she stomped it out in the dirt, I guess on account of
how dry the grass is out here, but how long's it take to skin, and cut up a
dog?

   "Huh!" I need to think, about what just happened.  Longer then it takes
to dig a hole, I bet.  But, "Uh!"

   What I just seen.  Her fingerfuck a bitch in heat.  The other thing, my
first blowjob, and.  I guess so I'd know how to do it in her, but.  I felt,
weird about it.

   And her mom, having sex with my mom.  Well, that explains, some things.
Like how lately, they been fighting, but.  She picks fights, like she wants
to run him off.  She's right, she come back drunk last night, and just
passed out on the couch.  Then today she got a wild hair up her butt to
come out here, show me the farm, it just didn't make no damned sense.  All
a sudden, out of the blue like that.  The way she explained it, "No," She
lied, made an excuse to come out here.

   pow!

   Look back.

   Got 'im agin!  Slings it back on her shoulder.

   "Huh!"

   She's, I don't know.  I never looked at a girl like that, and sure she
looked young, but.  13?  I just, did it with a 13 year old.  I think. 
"Huh!" How deep is that?

   "Deeper, faster..." Huh huh huh!  Just drop it in the hole.  "Nh!"

   What else am I gonna do all summer.  Besides her, I guess.  I can do
her, for real.  See what that's like, yeah she's young but.  Not like I had
trouble, she took both fingers like they was nothing, so I know she ain't
no virgin.  I guess it really is different out here, and.  She, just didn't
let that bitch howl.  She really looked, upset.  That's what a bitch in
heat means, they just don't teach you that in sex ed.

   "Huh!" Hope she knows what she's doing, cause I sure don't.  That it, I
bet.  Just cause she's young, and a girl, but I can't stand graduating a
virgin.  I tried, made a pact and everything with my buds, but.  I lied
about it, sure some of them did too, but when I get home.  No need to tell
them she's 13, they'd believe 17, that's legal, right?  Just 4 years, but I
bet being around all these animals, she seen them fucking, finally had to
shoot that dog to keep it out of that bitch in heat, and.  Yeah, that's
probably deep enough.

   "Huh!" She'll be back, some time.  3 left, better save them, but she
smokes.  Too, I didn't start till I was 15, but.  I guess you grow up
quicker out here, on the farm.  It ain't that bad.  Boring, but a lot of
work to do, to pass the time.

   "Stud work," Huh.  What she calls it, "Fuckin." Hope she's got more of
that work to do, before I go.  When's mom coming back, anyway?

   Well, I know what a rotten fencepost looks like.  I guess it washes out
through here, if you look at the ground.  It's dry, but when it rains,
explains the lines over there, like bathtub rings, so they rot out in there
holes.

   Pass the time, and maybe impress her with my hard work.  See if she has
some more "Hard work" for me to do.  Stud work.  Fuckin'.  "Yeah." I'm
gonna get layed!  For real next time.  You betcha.

   Not much tits on her though.  Only 13, but that's the bad thing.  Got to
have something in that bra of hers, to feel on when she was bent over.  Had
to fix it, but I didn't get a good look.  "Huh!  Uh, nh!  Huh!"

   "You thirsty?"

   "Huh!?" Where'd she come from?  "Yeah." You horny again, yet?

   Bloody, though.  Just butchered a dog, I guess.  Maybe wait 'til she
changes them overalls.

   "Save me some work," she giggled, "Sides, my mama got some work for you
back at the house.  I'll set that post'n bring the tools back."

   "All right," Maybe I can get a shower too.  Really worked up a sweat out
here, and they got air condition.

   "Mrs.  Jonson?"

   "Up here," found the stairs, "And it's Miss." Right, not married. 
Smile, knowing why that might be.

   "Oh," look away.

   "It's all right," she took my arm, "Cum right in."

   My face got hot.  I mumbled.  "Your daughter, mentioned, you might have
some work for me."

   "It's all right," her breasts brushed my shirt, "You can look." Her,
bare breasts.

   Stud work.

   "Here, let's get these sweaty clothes off."

   "Uh huh?"

   "What is it, son?"

   "Uh, she told me, she thought.  Well, you're gay."

   "Well, we try to keep private things private, in this family." She stood
up, my pants and underwear around my ancles.  "Huh!  I don't, keep men. 
But I need one, from time to time.  And you're a nice, young man, arencha?"
I nodded, "Come to bed."

   "How, old are you?"

   "Twenty eight, is that a problem?"

   "No," if you do the math, "You just look young, is all."

   "Oh," she flopped it.  "Still need a minute?" It's been, how long?  "Let
me see, if I can kiss it, and make it better."

   It didn't even take too long.

   "Huh!" Nice titties.  Big fat soft titties, flatten out when she lays
down.  "I don't have any rubbers."

   "You don't need one, you have, some idea what to do?"

   "You, uh.  Got your tubes tied, or something?"

   "No, I want some more children.  You don't mind, do you?"

   "No, uh.  Maam."

   "Good, so go right ahead.  Nhm!" She winced.

   "Sorry."

   "Nohh!  Oh, no, that's good.  That's very very good, just try not to
pull it out, and fuck me."

   "Huh!"

   "Yes, just keep fucking, but.  Nh, hm!  Huh!  When you're about readh!
Him!  Make sure, yo'r.  All.  Nh, all the way.  Inh!"

   "Uh!  Huh!"

   "Huhhhh!  Yes." She felt my back.  "Good."

   "Huh, huh!" Squeezed my ass.  It slipped out.  "Now, go take a bath."

   "Yes, miss Jonson."

   "Dia." She nodded, "You can call me Dia.  But no whacking off.  You hear
me?"

   "Yes, maam.  I mean Dia."

   "Good.  Save some for Deen."

   Does she mean, she wants me to?  Not just have sex, with her daughter.
Her 13 year old daughter, but.  "Huh!" She said Children.  Not a child,
children.

   What has mom gotten me into?

   {Oh yeah, and Rape.  Sorry, but it didn't seem likeit at the time.  He
probably never even realizes it.  Don't believe me?  Read it again with the
genders reversed.}

   ;

   Nadine (fm Nude NS.  Trig.)

   "Heya," I unbuckled my straps, "Save the water." Dropped my bloody
overalls.

   "Uh," he got up.

   "Everything cum out all right?" About time she started working on
getting us some help around here.  In a few years...

   "Your mom doesn't, molest you, did she?"

   "Ha?  No." I shook my head, "One thing we don't abide by in this house
is incest.  It fucks up children."

   "Like you?"

   "What about me?  Hahhhh!" Lay back, and swim by legs back and forth to
mix the water.

   "Well, if you don't mind me saying, aren't you, a little young?"

   "Best time.  My ma had me when she's 15.  "It's been 14 years since the
last time, so I don't wanna wait till I'm 26."

   "That's like a normal age, and didn't you say you're 13?"

   "Yeah, and if you add 9 months.  It's really almost 15." Or 14 and a
half.  You really gonna make me do math now, when I just got done with
chores?  "Not out here.  Now's the time, before it's like takin a year off
in my prime, and."

   "So?" He dried off quick, "Why can't you wait a few more years?"

   "Hang that up." Pretty obedient, usually.  Don't usually talk much,
neither, but I guess it's all right, he got a little fight in him. 
"Because it ain't a few years.  I don't know if you looked around, but.  It
ain't exactly runnin over with elligible bachelours.  It's nice being in
the 1 family that ain't inbred, but that's cause we can't aford to go inta
town, and pick up men there."

   "Your mom does, or at least women." Couldn't wait till after my soak? 
"And you'd really do it with a male whore?" I'd rather relax right now,
what with the morning I just had.

   "If I had to, it'd probably be better!  Look, it ain't the money, every
decade or so, we could save up a couple hunderd.  There and back is like
all day, and that ain't countin all the time to find one, courtin, and all
the trouble you go through in the shitty.  Out here, we can't really wait,
till another man come through, and since we can't have a big family.  Well,
we take our chances, when we get them."

   "I know it's hard out here,"

   "No, you don't.  I had to find you work to keep you from seein our ma's
together, because I already done the chores before you even showed up.  Yer
gonna come out here, and tell me in my own house you got 1 clue how hard it
is out here cause you dug 2 holes?"

   "3."

   "I dug most the first one, and you barely started the third.  Ain't even
2 holes, and I set the post!  After my chores was done.  You tired?  Cause
by my count, you got a blow job, and laid since you got here, and dug 2
holes."

   "I'm sorry, I'm just a little freaked out about all this."

   "Then go talk to ma about it, and give me a moment's peace." While the
water's still hot, since she took another shower.

   "I can't."

   "Well why the hell not?"

   "I don't want to face her, after what happened." God damn it, now he's
crying.

   "You god damn spoilt princess!  The best work you ever gonna get.  I
swear, you will never.  EVER find a better days work your whole goddamn
life, and your crying like we took your bottle away.  I'm glad I ain't
gonna get your weak kids, you cowardly.  Soap bubble!  Get outta my sight
and let me have a break today." Wonderful, now I'm crying.

   "Uhuhuhuhuh!"

   I just slammed the door, and layed out.

   Oh yeah, and Ma said she won't be back till tomorrow to get that limp
wristed fairy out of our sight.  Crying on my bed, now I got to wash my
quilt!

   Well, I ain't gonna relax pissed off likeis, so better scrub off before
the water gets cold.

   Damn it!

   Hope my brother or sister ain't like that, but it's probly aint his
fault.  Just raised wrong.  Soft, pampered, everything he needs in a few
miles radius, and busses, and friends, and a nice school to meet them at.

   Come in here and tell me "I know it's hard." He don't know what hard is,
but he'll learn.  We got hours of light left, and I'd say I earned getting
a few weeks ahead on the shit work.

   If he don't want to fuck, fine.  I can find plenty for him to do to pass
the time.

   'mhmhmhmhn!'

   "Huh!" just settle down in the water so I don't have to listen to him
whining.

   ;

   Doug (fm NS)

   "What's that for?" The gun, over her shoulder, and another one on her
hip.

   "You ever gone plinkin?"

   "Snh, no?"

   "Then dry your tears, and come with me.  Work's done, so now it's time
to have some fun."

   Take down the carton, from the fridge, toss him a pack, and bent to
write a note.  Winston 100s, shrug.  Free pack of smokes.

   [Took a pack for the stud.

   Nadine.]

   Tucked it in the carton, "Put that back." Watched him.

   "All right," that doesn't sound to bad.  "I'm sorry." I just.  "I don't
know what came over me."

   "I usually set up over there." I pointed, from the porch.  "Grab some
cans."

   "Okay." Not like a recycle bin, boards screwed into the end of a
cabinet, looks like.  I grabbed the biggest cans.  Never shot before, but I
bet it's fun to learn.

   "You ever read Hannibal?"

   "Like Hannibal Lechter?"

   "Yeah, there's a pig farmer in that."

   "No, just seen the show." A few times, "I didn't really like it." But
then, she just shot a dog, and cut it up.  "You're not gonna, eat that
dog." For dinner, tonight.

   "Ha, no.  All ready gone, 'cept the hide."

   "What did you do with it?"

   "Just set it out to dry."

   "What about the rest of it."

   "Hogs ate it."

   "That quick?"

   "6 hogs, and piglets.  One'v the sow's nursing, that was desert."

   "Oh." I nodded.

   "You ever hose out a feeding trough?"

   "Of course not."

   "I just did." Twice today.  "While you're soaking out the dirt of
digging 2 holes."

   "Oh, I really am sorry about that."

   "You just don't know no better.  Like your ma, she'll be back for you
tomara, incidently.  She didn't know all the work'd be done by the time you
got here today.  So, you're gonna do all the chores in the morning."

   "Oh, all of them?"

   I stopped.  Looked at him.  "Why don't you run those over to the fence
there, and think about doing the work of a 13 year old girl on the way
back."

   Almost to the 200 yard line.  That I'm zeroed in at, check the grass for
windage, ain't none.

   Hot day, doldrums, a breeze might be nice about now, but tear a tissue
in half, and roll it up for hearing protection.  Crkt, tuck in a round,
Crkhut!  Settle in, take a breath sighting on the first, #10 can. 
"Whhhhhh." don't hold it.

   PLINK!

   Pump my ears, and pull one out.

   "WHAT!?"

   'you could've shot me!'

   "YEAH!" But I "SHOT THE CAN INSTEAD." Wiggle it back in "SET IT BACK
UP!"

   Subtle.  Mason Verger.  That was his name.  That's right, take a look at
those 2 .243 caliber holes, and reflect on the fact that I could've shot
you, instead.  While you're trotting back, around.  Out of the line of
fire. On a pig-farm.

   Tear a tissue in half for his ears, and get up.

   "I didn't," twist them in my fingers, "Because I don't want to feed
another stray dog to the pigs again.  Today.  Here.  Put this in your ear."

   I watched him, try to say something.

   "What?" Pointed.  "Your ears." Shrug.  "Now, I'm gonna hand you this
rifle, and stand back here.  Behind you."

   Pull out my .22.

   "Lets see how good you shoot.  Go on, try to sit like I showed you."
Crouch down behind him.  "Now, it's already zeroed in, just take a deep
breath, let it out, and slowly squeeze the trigger." Hand him the other
plug.

   ...  Ptwee!  Saw where it puffed up some dust on the bank of the
irrigation ditch over yonder.

   Tap his shoulder, point twice to the left, and reach down for the charge
handle.

   krkakt!

   3 more shots.  No, 2 after mine.

   Stand up, and tuck my revolver back in.  Maybe without that to the back
of his head, his limp wristed widdew fingows'll stop shakin.

   Ptwing!  Krkakt, Ptoo!  Krkakt, Ptwown!

   "Huh!" Pat his shoulder, and help the stock back out.

   "You threatened me!"

   "No, I said I DIDn't want to shoot you, and drag you off to the butcher
block."

   "Just now!"

   "Yeah, and I shouldn't have to hold a gun to the back of your head to
loosten up a little.  Your not a prisoner here, if you want to walk a few
miles back to the highway, I'm sure someone'll pick you up in a couple
hours."

   "You, you're so.  Unreasonable!"

   "And you're spoilt!  You like Bacon, Doug?"

   "Yeah, and I know it comes from pigs, Nadine."

   "Yeah, but my point is that Pigs come from this 5 acres of heaven right
here.  We smoke the bacon, the hams, eat the rest, and you have no idea
what it's like being sick of it, cause you got how many flavors of potato
chip back home?  Bacon flavor lays.  You know about 1 thing.  The animal,
whoopty fucking do, professor.  I did more work for breakfast then you seen
your whole life just so you can enjoy bacon, and ham, and now I got a job
to do.  Am I interrupting your summer vacation?  My job is to show you,
whatcher missin' back in the shitty.  You think it's hard here?  I wouldn't
trade a year of chores to spend 1 weak in your fucked up life."

   "Yeah, well what d'you know about my life?"

   "I know what I see in front of me.  You're too weak to work, you can't
even think about walking a few miles to wait for a ride, you came in here
smelling like a scented candle, and you started crying because you had to
suffer the indigity of fucking a lesbian.  You have any idea how stupid
that sounds, mother fucker?  I can't even believe I just said it.  I bet
any one of the polished sheep boys you go to school with, and try not to
look at there dicks in the restroom would give up their left nut for the
privilege, but oh no.  Not you, I'm fucked up because I wanna have a kid
some time in my life.  So, you're gonna learn.  Tomorrow how hard it is out
here, but the rest of the day I'm gonna show you whather missing, and put
up with you whinin' about it."

   I tapped my foot.

   ...

   "Huh!  I'm sorry, you're right."

   "Good, then pry that stick outta your butt, and livealittle."

   Slap my hip, aim, and wait for him to cover his ears.

   Plink.  Plink.  Plink.  Plink.  Plink.  Plink.  Plink!  Don't think I
missed none, just took a couple shots to knock them off.

   "Huh!" Can't rapid fire, at this range, but I went to county 1 year. 
Want to see my ribbons?

   "How many shots that thing hold?"

   "Left one in the chamber.  It's a .22.  You want to try it?"

   He looked back.  "Maybe a little closer?"

   "Hold my rifle." I tucked it back.  Empty, no ammo for it anyway.  "I'll
go set them back up," and leave him a lot to thing about.  Turned, called
back.  "See that rock?"

   "The flat white one?"

   No, the other rock sticking up out of the dried grass.

   "Yeah, that's 30 yards." Took my time.  It's hot, and we got all day...

   Probably gonna have to rape him, but for all this trouble, I better get
a kid outta him.  I'm sure Ma'll show me how, now I'm old enough.

   "You ever been skinny dipping?" Show him the stock pond next.

   ;

   Doug (At some point, it's Stockholm Syndrome.)

   I don't know what's wrong with me.  Try to think of some reason,
something to add to the 2 holes, a blowjob, and sex with a beautiful woman.
All I can think is she got it over with young enough to still look that
good, and some excuse for it feeling like a nightmare.  Okay, she
threatened me, literally held a gun to my head, but why?  She shouldn't
have to, to force me to try shooting, and sure I knew she'd out shoot me.
She did, it's her guns, her range, and why do I keep fighting this, when we
haven't even gotten to the real work yet?

   I'm going to have to do, real work in the morning.  Better sleep good
tonight, but right now, she's ordering me to enjoy myself.  I just have to
relax.

   I was right, she did clean up real nice.  Looked pretty covered in slop,
filthy overalls, and mud smeared all over her face.  Now she let her hair
down, took off the hat, and even wore a nice sundress.

   Just looking at the tanlines, one she doesn't wear like this every day.
For me, to look pretty for me.  Hell, I just saw her, naked in the
bathroom, and all I could do was pick a fight with her.  Did I get that
from mom?  So, I decided, from now on I need to relax, enjoy as much as I
can, and stop ruining her day.  She lives here, she knows how to have fun,
and I just need to let her show me.  Stop whining about it, it's
embarassing.

   "You look beautiful."

   "See?" she turned, "Now how hard was that?  Just picked up the dress,
and slipped it off.

   She's young, and I think what it was is her scars.  Yeah, that's
probably it, but she lives on a pig farm, looks like she does all the work.
"What does your mom do?" She backed, barefoot in the water.  I looked
around for her shoes, but, just the dress, and the gun belt, and the rifle.
Empty.  1 shot left.

   "Just works the farm.  You coming in?  The water's nice and cool, and
the fish don't bite."

   "You have fish?"

   "Yeah, it's a stock tank.  We keep fish, alive.  They last longer.  I
already sucked your dick, and saw you naked.  A bit late to still be
modest."

   "Huh!" I started on my jeans, "You're right." I just need to relax. 
Have a little fun.  "I guess, I'm just used to, other kinds of fun."

   "Like what?"

   "You know, cruising, hanging out with my friends, video games, netfliks.
What?"

   "Nope, nope, nope, and nope."

   "Hanging out with friends?"

   "Huh!  You might find this hard to believe, but most of the hicks out
here think I'm a little weird, because they don't see me in church.  Most
of them don't even know my name."

   "What about school?"

   "I was home schooled."

   "Then what?"

   "I learned to read, write, and do arithmatic.  If I need to learn
something, there's books for that."

   "Oh, huhv!  It's cold."

   "Beats bakin in the sun."

   "Yeah." I thought.  "Don't you get lonely?"

   "Yeah, that's why we need more kids around here."

   "How come you had to do all the work this morning?"

   "Mom was out late, and it has to get done."

   "Well, what about when both of you're pregnant?"

   "Yup, the work'll still have to get done.  Hate to hit up the cousins,
but I got enough of them.  Huh!  Don't get me wrong.  We put up that fence
because we don't want to live like that."

   "Like what?"

   "It's a bit of a mad-house, last I counted, 3 grandparents, nine aunts,
and.  Idunno, tennertwenty cousins."

   "Big house?"

   "Not big enough, they got guest houses, converted the lofts in one of
the barns, but.  There all full, and aint never no peace or quiet over
there.  I'm sure some of them'll be glad to get away from all that a few
months.  Don't worry about us, we'll get bye."

   "Well, what if you had a man around?"

   "What, you?" I looked around.

   "Why not?  A few months out here might actually teach me to enjoy it,
and if I had a kid." No wait, "Or 2.  I'd at least like to see them."

   "Or 2?" She smiled.  "Are you reconsidering our offer?"

   "Maybe, it ain't that bad."

   "Well, if it ain't that bad.  Christ, you're a charmer.  I bet you got
girls lined up around the block for your candy dick."

   "Not really." Also, there might be sex involved with the deal.  I'd like
to enjoy it once, if I can.

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  You sure are sensitive, huh?"

   "No?"

   "Well, then.  Loverboy.  Why doncha come over her, and give me a little
loving?"

   "Here?"

   No, over here.  Am I gonna have to rape you at gunpoint after all?"

   "No, haha.  That's all right.  I'm still just a little nervous."

   "Well, you don't have to fuck me just yet, but if I must, I'll come to
you, then.  Turn around."

   "Why?"

   "You're taller, the mud slopes thataway.  Just kiss me, all right?"

   "Okay."

   Am I gay?  Maybe that's it, maybe I'm just gay and still in denial.  Not
like I ever thought about, doing it with a man, but the water's cold, and
it'd probably wash it out even if I could get it up, and into her.

   "Ooh!" She giggled, "What have we here?" She squeezed it in my shorts.
"I'm sure it's just the water, let me get you back to the house, and warmed
up to a decent size again."

   "Sorry."

   "Don't be sorry, just kiss me some more, and see what you can do with my
tits.  You like tits, right?"

   "Yeah." They're just small, but if I get her pregnant, then they'll grow
a little, right?

   "Snh!" She turned, and kissed me the other way.  Quite the mouth on her,
but I can go, and come back.  I don't have to stay here, but maybe when
she's too pregnant.  I guess I can imagine her.  Filling out, her chest
getting full of milk to feed our son.

   "Yeah." I rubbed her sides, and felt her wet underpants, under the
water. "You think I can eat your pussy?"

   "You want to?"

   "I want to try it." She did it on me, and then.  Who knows what might
happen, back in the grass.  It's green down here, nobody can realy see,
because the water's low, but I took her hand.  If we lay down, I think I
can do this.  I don't want to sound ungrateful.  She's right, got to be the
easiest work there is.

   The hard work is put off until morning.  Might as well enjoy myself
until then.

   ;

   Nadine (fdom Cons?  I'll let you draw that line yourself.  He was just
raped, and threatened at gunpoint.)

   "Huh!" Good, really didn't want to have to rape him, either.  This city
courtship, sure is a lot of work.  Hope he's worth it, but he can get it
up.

   "No hurry, you can touch me a while to get me started.  The juices
flowing, to wash out some of the mud."

   "Yeah," he looked back at the silty brown water.  "Like this?"

   "Mh!" Lay back on my dress, "A little lower." Wink.  Virgins, got to
lead them by the hand.  Well, all right, but he sure didn't learn much from
mom rapin' him.  Sure like to know how, but the way he's acting, ever since
then.  He ain't nervous, like I'll tell him now.  No, better get his kid in
me, and save it for when I need it.  "Remember the clit?"

   "Yeah."

   "No." Move his finger.  "Here." Relax.  "Hm." Nod.

   "What do I do?"

   "I don't know, try something?" Trying to get turned on here.  "Mh, just
keep doing that.  Can you suck a nipple?"

   "Mhm?" Good, just feel on the other side.  I can do this, if I have to.
It's just nice having a couple more hands, and a mouth.

   "Hh!" Nod.  "Good.  Mhm!"

   Child molester, I can use that.  Yeah, I had to make him, but the law
don't care about that.  Statch, go ahead and tell them.  His word against
mine, 2 guesses who's more believable in this county.  He came here,
touched me up, made me suck him off, and fucked me.  Vs, whatever he'd say.
No, I didn't?  All right, then we'll ask Maury Povich in a year, or 2.

   Beats the day to day.  I got off once, twice in 1 day?  So far.  I don't
know what ma'll think about him, helping out.  Staying here for months when
we're too pregnant, or stopping bye to see the kids, but.  He's mine, and I
could get used to having a livein sex slave, if he wants to stay.  Knew
he'd come around, just glad I don't have to rape him first.

   Wonder what it's like, pregnant.  Well, not like I know what sex is
like, about to find out.  Remember this, so I can answer it in a few
months. What's being pregnant like?  Worth it just for missing periods for
most of a year?  I hate dealing with the hounds when I'm on the rag. 
"Hihin!" Might be nice if he does run.  So we can hunt him down.  "Yeah."
Tell your mom she was right.  Think I'll go live on the farm a while, get
married, have some kids.  Then show him the root cellar, drag a cot down
there, and chain him to it.  Wonder if he can swing a hammer.  Fire up the
forge, and make him bend his own shackles.

   Then I can go down there, whenever I want, sit on his face to get him
hard.  Ride him for more kids.

   Yeah, you can stay.  Let him out to do chores, no more slopping the hogs
for me.

   "Didn't you say something about eating pussy?" Always wondered what
that's like.  Shame I can't reach, I'd do it myself if I could.  "Oh! 
How's that taste?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Oh," don't talk with your mouth full.  "Yeah," I could get used to
this." Getting blue balls yet?  Bet I can make him beg.  After all that
kicking and screaming, making me wait, work for it.  He better beg, to fuck
me.  Till then, get me good and wet.  How do you like the taste of catfish
shit?  Pig shit runoff, too.  Probably parasites in it, for all I know.  We
never got sick, but grew up here.  Not some shitty house, scrubbed clean
with a flower garden worth of perfume.  Flower garden, for all I know.

   His mom raised at least 1 pansy.

   "Slup?  Ph!  You ready?"

   "No, finger me some more, now."

   "Okay."

   Good boy.  The dog, I got a little respect for the bitch.  Sure, she
can't control herself, but all she's got to do is wave some tail, and they
all come running.  From all over the county.  Not that I really like dogs,
a couple quick pokes is all they're good for.  Bounce back real quick, but
not enough to stay randy.  Randy, I like that name.  Don't matter if it's a
boy, ora girl.  Think I'll call my first one Randy, or Randi.  Randeen?

   No, take your time.  Got the rest of the day to enjoy this.  Then maybe
a sunset, fuck him again.  Take him to bed, fuck him again.  Wake him up in
the morning, fuck him again, make him do my worst chores, and fuck him
again.

   Then, then you can go back to your mama.

   But first, he's gonna get me off.  Then he can fuck me.

   "HhHhHhH!  Mnh." Lick my lips, "Faster, nh.  An' more clit.  Huh!"
Shiver.  "Yeah, keep suckin that nipple.  No, get the other one."

   "Okay." Good.  "Mhm?"

   "Mhm!"

   Yeah, I can get used to this.

   "Ready?"

   For a ride?  "Yeah, lay down."

   Mount up, and slap it around a little.  He warmed up too.  Back to his
regular size, and I's wet enough for 2 fingers.  I think, shrug, but slap
it around between my legs, and up front in my little bit of fur.  Rub it up
and down, and feel it back.  Scooch around, he's big but not too big.

   Don't need the rubbers.  Good, right.  "Ngh!" Sqush the end in, and
scooch around, settling, "Hnnnnn!" Bit my lip, and nod.  "Hahhhhh!"

   Finally filled that hole.  He felt me up, on my chest to make it hotter,
and hotter.  Shakin him in me, and me'in his hands.  Loosening up so I can
start riding.  He didn't get me off.  Not yet, but close, and closer. 
"Huh, uh huh!  Huh, Ah!  Ah!  AHHHH!"

   Finally.  Took all damn day not counting that quickie in the shadow of
the chicken coop.  Bottomed out so he's stretching, deeper, and deeper. 
Pushing it in, relaxin and twitchin on him.  On the end, then the pop.

   "NHN!" Shakin so hard, but now he's in.  All the way in, my woom. 
"Huhfuck!" Yeah, so they ain't got so far to swim, and it's the best
feeling.  I ever did feel.  "Hihn!"

   "Uh!"

   There.  Hold still.  Tilt my head, can I feel it?  Can I feel that,
splashing up where it belongs?  Is that it?

   "HhHhuh huh huh huh!"

   "Huh." He goes soft, shrinking, and slipds out.

   "Oh!" The sperm.  "No, uh!" Get up, on my feet and bend over, so they
don't fall out.

   "Huh, what're you, doing?"

   "Trying to get pregnent?" What did he think we're doing, playing old
maid?  "Hihih hihn hihn hin!" It's funny, cause that's what they call it.
When your frigid too long, without a baby.  Just relax, let it do it's
work. "Hahhhh!" Nod, I can wash up, in the pond, soon as I'm sure, but
right now.  I wish I can feel it.  Run down inside.  Soak in my eggs.  When
did I.  The last time, I can't remember.  Wasn't the other day, I quit
having to stop it up, to keep from bleeding out down my legs.

   "Huh!" A little run out anyway.  A waste.

   "Smq?"

   "Uhn?"

   "Slph!"

   "Huh!  Yeah." I think he likes it.  Good, he ain't god for nothing,
after all.

   He found it, the clit again.  Like this, he can just hit it with his
tonge, over and over.

   "Huh!  Good.  Yeah, good boy." I ain't in heat, I think I'm sated, but
if he wants to do this?  All right.  Finally quit kicking and screaming.

   "Slrph sllup, huh!"

   "Huh!" Yeah, just like that.  Just keep doing that.  Messy eater, but.
"Huhn!" Sure do feel good.  I can get used to this.  Yeah, he can stay.  I
might even, love him.  I can just imagine, sitting up by the window. 
Looking out, to watch him.  In some sensible clothes.  All the city washed
off of him, dirty, my belly full of his young, and.  Another, latched on.
Nodding off, sucling in it's sleep.  "Hhhhh!"

   "There." He patted my rump.  "How was that?"

   "Good." I got up, light headded.  "Hihin!" Walking funny.  "Oh, that was
really very good, huh!"

   "Good, I'm glad." He felt, my clean cheek.  Bent down, and I closed my
eyes, right before he kissed me.

   So, that's what I taste like?

   "Himn!"

   Not gonna get hard again for a while, better wash up, and eat something.
Wonder what she's fixin for dinner, but I need a snack.  No, I could eat a
whole loin, with mashed potatoes, beans and a mess of greens.

   "You hungry?"

   "Yeah, haven't eaten since breakfast."

   "Wbububub!" Wash my face.

   "Get dressed, let's see what we can scrape up." He carried my rifle, by
the strap.  I belted on over my sun dress, and took his hand.  Walking,
barefoot back to the house.  "Huh!  I could get used to having a man around
the house."

   "Okay," he stopped to kiss me.  "I'll stay."

   We can raise them, both of them, together.  And make more.

   "I want lots, and lots of kids."

   "Okay, sure."

   Better get started.

   ;

   {This is the part where I tell you about the opinions expressed by the
narrator, and Don't You Believe It!  This is Indoctrinization, which don't
work so good, if they're aware of it.}

   Amen.  Silently to myself, but they were already digging in, so I picked
up my fork.

   Country food.  Just a pork-chop.  1, very little meat, but a lot of
greens with pork fat in them.  A mess, I believe is the term for greens. 
And beans, with bacon in them, and fresh baked bread with butter.  Stick
butter, not hand churned from the crock, but good bread.  White bread, but
home made, and hot from the oven so the pat melted on it.  It's not simple.
That's what they call it in the city, the 'simple life.' It isn't, honestly
all the time I have to kill on the internet, and video games, and just
hanging out.  That's simple, because they all do the work out here, where
we don't have to see it.  We have time, to waste, all day in summer.  If I
hadn't been here, I would have probably sat around, watch some shows, and
played video games until my friends showed up.  Instead, mom woke me up,
and brought me out here.

   "Mh!" I took a bite of the pork chop.  "Smokey?"

   "We smoke them, so they keep better."

   "Oh." Ignorance.  I find I don't like feeling ignorant, but mom was
right.  I came out here to learn, how the other half lives.  How she grew
up, and why she dreamed of the city.  Or shitty, how she says it.  So, ask
questions.  "Um," at least she had some clothes on, so I could I could look
at her.

   "What is it, Douglas?"

   "I was wondering," how to put this, "How cum you're tighter, inside." I
shook my head, "I'm sorry, if this isn't a proper subject." I took a bite.

   "Huh!' she set down her fork, with a clink.  "Well, you know that I am,
a homosexual." I nodded.

   "And my mom.  Is she, bisexual?"

   "I don't know, you'd have to ask her.  She was hurt, and I suppose she
may have slept with me to get back at her husband."

   "So," I turned, and took her hand.  "You have, been fucking before."

   "Hihihm!  No, that was my first time.  Goin all the way." Yeah, but all
the way meaning All the way.  I felt it.

   "Then," it still bugged me, "How cum you're so loose?"

   "Because you, loosened me up.  Huh!  Girls don't get loose from fuckin',
that's part of getting horny.  Boys get hard, and girls get loose."

   "Oh," I looked back up, across the table.

   "That's why I was relatively tight." She nodded.  "I wasn't aroused, or
turned on the way you kids say it these days.  However, there's a
difference between getting what we want, and doing what we need to."

   This life, out here is a lot of doing what you have to.  I see that now,
not just for themselves, but for everyone.  In the city, we don't slop
hogs, because there's farms where they do it for us.  So, we can have
bacon, in zipper packs, already sliced, and smoked, you can even get them
pre-cooked for you.

   "I guess I was, sheltered."

   "Your mother, mentioned she was from Smythe."

   "By there," another county, "Not hogs, a dairy farm.  And sheep." Wool.
She even nits wool, at her age.

   "Yes, this life isn't for everyone, and she couldn't stand it.  So, she
found a man to take her to the city, and raise her family there."

   "She's young, too." A little older, but then, so am I.

   "Well, 32 isn't that young."

   "Oh, she's 37." She nodded, swallowed.

   "Yes, of course." Took another bite.

   "She, lies." I bet that's why I don't understand her very well.

   "I'm finished." She let go of my hand, and took her bowl to the sink.

   "She's very quiet, but, she bottles things up inside.  Until she looses
her temper, and then lets it all out." My mom, not because she's a country
lesbian, but.  Maybe, Madea can help me.  Understand her better?  I like to
think she doesn't scare me so much because she's gay, but.  Maybe I just
need to get to know her better?  Like Nadine, once I got to know her, I
finally relaxed, and.

   We didn't just have sex.  It wasn't just fuckin'.  Stud work.  She made
love to me.

   "I love her."

   "She's your mother."

   "No, I." Don't love, my mother?  Shake my head, "I ment Nadine."

   "I know."

   "I'm gonna go set up the spare room."

   "Why?"

   She grinned, "Double beds, where's the big sheets?"

   "Hall closet, second shelf from the top." She went up.

   "Huh!" I relaxed.  "You think." I had to, a minute, but it's bugging me,
and I don't want to bottle it up inside.  I don't want to hurt her, but I'm
afraid.  I might, if I bottle it up inside until she makes me mad.  "You
think, I might be, homosexual, as well?" And that scares me, not because I
don't think she can take it.  I couldn't but she can kill me.  She could
have killed me, and gotten rid of the body, but she didn't.  Because it
would be a chore.  Ask me why I love that?

   "Ha!  I doubt it."

   "I mean.  Huh!  I love your daughter, but.  I think, what I love most of
all is, all the ways she's really like a man."

   "To you.  Okay.  You want desert?"

   "Yes, please."

   "Most people, they have these, standards.  All these ideas of what a man
is, or a woman is.  What a man does, and what they can not do.  Such as
woman's work."

   "Uh huh?" She came out, whipping cream in a mixing bowl.  With a fork.
With peach preserves, on sweet cornbread.  It was delicious.  "Well, she
makes me feel like, the girl in the relationship."

   "And you like that."

   "Yes, I love it.  Oh, and this.  This is really very good." Not too
sweet, and the cornbread.  It's not like cake, it's cornbread, and a little
dry, but I could hear her.  Upstairs, pushing the beds together.  All by
herself, she's not big.  Nor even strong, she's just rough, and tough, and
dirty, and she does what she has to.  "I don't know," I ate it all, quick.
"Huh!  It's just not like, anything I ever expected."

   "Love never is." She sat down, and picked up a spoon.  "I'm probably the
wrong person to ask." She shrugged, talked with her mouth full of foam, "I
don't hate men, I just resent needing them for anything."

   "Oh." I went up, but she was in her bathroom.  Wringing out her
overalls, over the bathtub.  The rust colored water from soaking out the
dog blood.

   Because she has to.  She shot a dog, because she had to keep him from
knocking up the bitch in heat.  Chopped it up to feed to the pigs so it
didn't just rot in the fields, and I'm amazed at both how much she got
done, but also how fast the day went.  Because I wasn't just killing time,
laying around, and wasting it, we did things.  A lot of things together,
and then we made love.  She hung them up, and pulled the chain on the plug.
I hugged her, kissed the back of her hair.  "I love you."

   "Oh good." She nodded, "The bed's made up, I'll be in in a minute." The
straps just dripped in the tub.  It smelled, rusty in there.  Not fresh,
bright red, but dark.  I found I liked that smell, it reminded me of her.
But I found the room.  Down the hall, and right over the kitchen.  Where I
heard her push them together, and dragging out the dresser.  Empty dresser,
it turns out.

   Madea called my mom, said I was staying a while, but she wanted to come
out.  And see her again, so she said she can bring my things, and I can
tell her.  I'm going to stay, because I love her.  Nadine, not my mom, I
never really got to know my mother.  They're going to divorce.  I could see
it, for a while now, I just pushed it down, and bottled it up.  I feel
better now, knowing that's what's going on, instead of waiting for them to
finally admit it.  I think she may possibly be gay as well.  And hid it, to
find a man.  Get to the city, and hide it.  Wasn't the first time they
fought, she came back drunk, and passed out on the couch.

   She said she wasn't with another man.  For once, she might not have even
been lying.

   But now, I want to make love with her, again.  As soon as she comes
back, so I get undressed.  Not because I have to, I don't want it to be a
chore.  I don't want it to feel like work any more.  Because I love her,
and I want to show her.  And she wants children, my children before she's
too old to enjoy it.  I want that too.  Not so her tits grow out, I want to
see her belly.  Full of my child.  I already filled her with love, but that
wasn't.  The way it has to be.  I just have a lot to learn, but practice
makes perfect.  I want it to be prefect for her.  I just need more
practice. And besides, even if she's already pregnant, it won't make her
any more pregnant.

   She's beautiful, too.  And sexy, but now I look at her, and she's
lovely. Lovlier than just sex.  I have so much to learn from her, tomorrow.
Where bacon comes from, not just meet the animals, but all the work that
goes into it.  In the morning, but tonight, I have something to show her.
Finally, she's done, and she comes to me.  Kisses me and lays me down. 
Puts my hands on her, and feels my chest.

   "We'll put some muscle on you, tomorrow." I nodded, "And some calloses
on these soft hands." I got blisters, they hurt.  Just from digging, 2
wholes, but she didn't.  She doesn't get blisters, she has callouses.

   I was sheltered, too long.  Then she opened my eyes.

   I don't want to be weak any more.

   To think, I could have left.  Walked out on her, and never looked back.
If it hadn't been so far, farther than I ever walked I would have.  But she
finally got through to me, and showed me what I missed.

   Douglas Jonson.  I even like the way that sounds.

   ;

   {That awkward moment when I need brainbleach for my brainbleach...}

   Mertyl (That's probably it for the sex, just need to explain some
things.)

   I found him, behind the chicken coop.  Naked, that little girl hosing
him off by the spigot.

   "Douglas Hilti Wenger, put some damned clothes on!"

   "Oh, mom." She shut down the handle, and dropped the hose.  "You brought
me some?" Honestly, I leave him out here for 1 day, and he turned into a
god damned nudist?

   "Good lord, they're filthy!"

   "You forget what it's like living on a farm?" I found a stick, to pick
up his jeans.

   "Leavem, we're going to run a load of washing anyhow."

   "I'm not sure this is such a good idea." I didn't grow up on a farm,
like this.  "Let me go get you some clothes.  No, stay right there!" Don't
follow me out where he could be seen from the road.

   "Mom,"

   "I said stay there!"

   "Uh!  Nobody's gonna see, and besides.  So what if they do?  I have
something to ask you, in private."

   "I got to go clean up, anyways." At least she run off, away from his
shame.

   "Mom, are you bisexual?"

   "Certainly not!" What sorts of ideas is she putting in his head now. 
That woman, that witch, that.  Enchantress.  "Huh!  I've just, been having
a hard time, lately." A crisis of faith.

   "Put these on," I threw him a pair of jeans, "Before someone else sees
you." I dug out some underwear, but when I looked back, he was just
buttoing up the fly.

   "You got a belt in there?" He held them out in front of him.

   "For god's sakes, cover yourself!"

   "You're getting a divorce."

   I just, sat down.  "Huh!" Held my head, and shook it.  "I love your
father, I do.  But."

   "It's okay, I wouldn't love you any less if you were."

   "Nonono.  It's sinful."

   "No it's not.  It's natural, just like our alltogether, clothing just
covers up who we are."

   "Is that what she told you?"

   "And if you actually read that damned thing."

   "Douglas!" I slapped him, "Do not blaspheme the Word!"

   "Mother!" He grabbed my wrists, "Stop, stop this, you're getting
hysterical again."

   "I'm Not HYStEricAL!" Hih hih hin!

   He stood up, his hands up on his hips.  "You done?" I put my head down,
"Now, as I was saying, there was nothing in the Word about women loving
women.  Not a single word, about it.  It ain't sin, it's not perversion,
it's just love."

   "What do you know about love."

   "I am in love." I looked up.  He nodded.  "With Nadine."

   "Well, that was fast."

   "Do you love her?  Madea."

   "I don't know?"

   "Well, you don't love dad.  I know, you haven't been in love for quite
some time, if you ever were."

   "She just." Huh.  "Took advantage of me."

   "The other night, you're mad, you got drunk, and you had sex.  Nothing
wrong with that."

   "I'm married."

   "And you have 3 kids, but it ain't about that.  Then you came back. 
Here, brought me here as an excuse, and left, so you could come back. 
Again, and again, so does that sound like she's still taking advantage of
you, or are you taking advantage of her?"

   "No."

   "Of course not.  Cry it out.  Huh!  I'm gonna go inside, and get
unpacked.  So, when you're ready you can come in, and face the music.  With
Madea."

   "How old is that, Nadine, anyway?"

   "Seventeen?  I know, she looks young, but she's seventeen, and she'll be
18 in a few months.  Huh!  I'm going to wait, until we get married, but as
you could see, we didn't do anything.  If we were, you would've caught us
doing it, behind the chicken coop, not washing off chickenshit from
cleaning it out."

   "Hihihihihim?"

   "Think about it.  For once, think about how you feel instead of bottling
it up until you bust.  It's not healthy, and it's fucking up your
marriage." He slammed the screen door.

   She just.  Reminded me, of my sister.  I knew it was wrong, yesterday,
today, and even back then, when she kissed me.  And felt me, and took off
our clothes, and.  "Huh!" I just, felt like a kid again, and she wasn't. 
My sister.  At all.  He's right, I don't think about it enough, because
it's sinful.  I know where these thoughts and feelings come from, but I'm
weak.  I can't resist, the temptation, and I came back because I couldn't
sleep.  I couldn't think, about anything but coming back to her, and
feeling.

   Safe in her arms again.  She feels safe, not sexy.  Well, not just sexy,
she really does have a terrific body, but I should be stronger, and I know.
That, if I go in there.  And see her again, I'll just be tempted again, and
I won't be able to resist, again, but.  He got his things, out of the back.
It's not to late, I haven't seen her, smelled her, her house, I can still
escape it.  She's sucked in my son, my only son, but he's an adult now, and
I can let him go.  I have to let him go because I know, now.  If I go in
there I won't come back out, and my soul is forfeit.

   So, just shut the door, the trunk, and get out of here.  While the
gettin's good.

   ;

   Doug (mF NS)

   "Huh!" She just fixed the drapes, nodded, and turned away from the
window.

   "Snh!" I wiped my eyes.

   "She can't handle it." She shrugged, and sat down.  "You don't want me
to hold you."

   "No!  That's all right, I'm fine."

   "Good." She frowned.  "She doesn't have a history, of psychosis?"

   "Just bottles up her feelings, and a temper.  You mean in her family?" I
don't know, wouldn't put it past them.

   "I'm more concerned about her harming herself."

   "Huh!" I looked down, "Yeah."

   "Has she attempted suicide?"

   "Yes, once or twice."

   "Well, I hate to bring you bad news but."

   "I know." Not sure how to feel about it, "She might.  Try again."

   "She may succeed." She uncrossed, and recrossed her legs.  In pants,
jeans, if she has any dresses I never seen them.  She doesn't look like, a
lesbian.  I don't think.

   "You think, my sisters are safe?"

   "Well, that brings up another possibility, and now that you mention it.
Do you have any reason to suspect, she might abuse them?"

   "Oh no.  She dotes on them, if anything I'm glad to be away from the
house, and away..." I stopped, "No," I shook my head, "No!"

   "Huh!  I didn't know how to bring this up, but.  I have been, with
another woman.  I didn't think anything of it at the time, but.  Now, I
remember.  She was a lot like that, in bed."

   "I don't want to talk about it."

   "No?"

   "But I probably have to."

   "Yes."

   "Okay, go on."

   "Well, it turns out that she was.  Abusing her daughters, nieces, and
their friends."

   "Sexually."

   "Yes."

   "Oh."

   "You have to understand that, with that level of repression, she bottles
it up, like you said.  Sometimes, we lash out in anger.  While others, we
may try to satisfy, sexually."

   "There too old."

   "What?"

   "My sisters, did you see how she looked at Nadine?"

   "Briefly."

   "Yeah, well she's too old, and I just.  When I told her.  She's
seventeen, I guess.  I didn't think about it, because I'm jealous.  I lied,
but not because I'm ashamed of her age.  Back at the community, they're
promised as young as twelve, and she could have married as young as that,
but she waited."

   "Until she was 18." So, she did the math.

   "No, until after she left."

   "She's Amish."

   "Mennonite, but yeah.  Rumspringe'."

   "Right, Smythe.  Or Schmittenbergh." I told her, a Dairy, by Smythe. 
They're famous for their cheeses across Kansas, and Nebraska.  I've never
been, she left.  Wouldn't let us go back.

   "Yes, that's where she's from." Old rite Mennonite.

   "Oh."

   "Explains your name.  Well, that's another thing that can happen, in
that kind of faith."

   "What can happen?"

   "Well, in a word, incest.  It doesn't just cause birth defects, because
it doesn't always result in children."

   "When it's gay."

   "No, that's not homosexual.  It's child abuse."

   "Oh." I thought, "Can you leave me alone for a while?" Or I need to.

   ;

   {Author's Note: If you're following me, I don't want you to think I'm
down on Puritans.  If there's a moral to be learned here, it's that if
religion can't make people good, it certainly doesn't make them evil.  Any
more than being homosexual makes you a congenital child molestor.

   What it does is hide things, they don't want to admit like
homosexuality. That's what allows, and enables these things, that's the
real devil here: Denial.  Also, I have to point out that free from it,
Madea still raped Doug, and Nadine sexually conditioned him,
subconsciously. Or "Love." As he thinks of it.  I'm not going to lecture
you on love, I can't.
   That's why I write these stories.}