A Farm House Story

A Farm House Story

Status: In Progress

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Details

Status: In Progress

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Summary

The secret get away plan of two office workers is discovered by one of the other office workers who try to extort the sweethearts. Three escaped convicts extract a very high price from the blackmailers. The sweethearts' peaceful happy Sunday escalates into a duel to the death with two of the prisoners.
The story ends on a bittersweet note. But does the sweethearts' story realy end?
This part does.

Summary

The secret get away plan of two office workers is discovered by one of the other office workers who try to extort the sweethearts. Three escaped convicts extract a very high price from the blackmailers. The sweethearts' peaceful happy Sunday escalates into a duel to the death with two of the prisoners.
The story ends on a bittersweet note. But does the sweethearts' story realy end?
This part does.

Content

Submitted: November 14, 2016

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Submitted: November 14, 2016

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Writer’s Comments:

This is my first story submitted on Booksie Silk site.

I submitted this as finished but then changed it back to in progress after I read it again.

I think the story moves along pretty well after the prisoner’s break out of jail but there are some parts of the story up until that point that may be unnecessary or could be made more entertaining.

It’s a fairly long story at 47 pages (26554 words).

There are some brutal scenes that I tried to make less brutal but still be entertaining. There are lots of erotic/ romantic scenes that I tried to make as entertaining as possible.

Your comments, criticisms, and suggestions are welcomed.

 

Story:

If David didn’t achieve all his objectives over the long Labor Day week end he would have great fun trying. Thursday afternoon he finally clicked the file save button for the process description on using one of the company’s new model dosing pumps for a boiler feed water treatment application, put the file on the server, and powered down the computer. After a final visit to the men’s room, he picked up his keys and did his final walk through to end the work day. Karine was still at her desk. He wanted to take a last look for the day at her pretty face, took a half step into her office, and told her he would see her tomorrow. With Friday being devoted to Bill’s brain numbing division quarterly update dog and donkey show for all practical purposes Thursday marked the end of the part of his work week requiring actual focus. He wanted to pick up a spare string for his old recurve bow, a new shooting glove, nocks, glue, fletches, and some more arrows at the archery supply store on his way home, so he could get going right away after work Friday. Katherine was flying to Boston Friday morning and would be there for a week. He had an aggressive plan for the week end but without having to spend time keeping Kathy happy there was a reasonable chance of success.

 

His new bow hadn’t been out of the case he bought for it since he brought it home and he needed to become familiar with all the special features. For the last two bow seasons, he had been shopping for a compound and after a lot of time spent on line shopping and visiting different stores had settled on a camouflaged model that had some quick tuning features to allow adjusting the bow for top performance when needed in the midst of a hunt. With a forecast of cooler if not cold days and the wife being in Boston next week, it would be a good time to go to the farm for practice and familiarization. The special bow hunting season was coming up and since he hadn’t used a compound to hunt before, he wanted to make sure that when the opportunity presented itself he was ready to make a clean kill shot. The old bow was still adequate but the new bow had more shaft speed and knock down power which would increase the likelihood of a shot being a kill shot. But to be a kill shot, it had to hit the target in the right spot. He thought that becoming proficient with a compound would take a while but felt there were significant advantages that made it worth the effort.

 

 

Since nobody else would be at the farm over the weekend, he was planning on driving up after work, staying the week end, and returning late Monday or early enough Tuesday morning to go straight to the office. Drive time between the farm and the office was about an hour and a half; if necessary he could go back to the farm during the week to finish straightening up after his visit. Other than food and clothes, everything else that was needed was already at the farm. Provisions for the week end were packed so he wouldn’t need to pick up much except some beer. He liked the dark brews from the brewery in Jacksboro. They weren’t available anywhere else except the brewery. The locals provided plenty of demand for their brews which allowed the owners to concentrate on their real interest of brewing great beers instead of making money. He had purchased two of his own half gallon bottles from the brewery so could just pop in and get a half gallon of one or two different brews for just a refill fee.

 

 

Growing up on the farm with parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and a passel of cousins, he prized his alone time. Life in the city was something he tolerated but given a choice David would choose time in the countryside where he grew up over spending time in the city. The income from his job in the city was the main reason that he continued to live there instead of the country. Kathy could tolerate being away from big city life for only a little time. She came from some big if not great money and if he wanted to continue the benefits of her family's wealth had to keep her happy.

 

 

Friday morning, the meeting was getting started when he got to the conference room. This was one of the most boring and useless things that they did but Bill seemed to get a kick out of getting up in front of the group and talking about how great everything was. For everyone else except those jockeying for position and making a run for the roses, the biggest benefits were lunch and not being expected to do anything except nod from time to time to show that they agreed that things were indeed wonderful. The hardest thing about the meetings was remaining attentive so that if Bill addressed you, you could respond intelligently. He used these meetings to practice his presentation before he had to get up in front of the executive vice president’s blood thirsty band. Because David had taken Katherine to the airport and was a little later than usual getting to the office, there weren’t any seats in the back looking out toward the windows but he was lucky enough to find a seat facing the inside wall with the large white presentation screen where he could see Sharon and Mary. They had two of the best chests in the office. Sharon was gay but that was irrelevant since going to bed with her was not in his plans. Mary was young. In any other situation, he probably wouldn’t even look twice at her but here she was eye candy and much more pleasant to pay attention to than Bill’s drivel. She did have a great body: a heart shaped butt on top of shapely legs, a narrow waste, and a duo of great tits. Friday he was happy to see that she was wearing the black and white pull over he liked to see her in since it made it easier to see her breasts. She was sitting across the table from David in front of the screen but a little farther back from the front. Sharon was wearing a light tan blouse. Her tits were a lot smaller than Mary’s but well placed with a nice shape. She was sitting a little closer to the front on the same side of the table as he was so it was easy to look at the profile of her breasts while pretending to pay attention to Bill at the front of the table. He moved his chair until he had a clear view of her but could still see Bill if needed.

 

“So what do you have planned this week end?”

 

Susan had all the charm of a rotting dead rat. How had he gotten so unlucky to have her sit down next to him? Oh well, at least he had Sharon and Mary to look at. He despised her and felt sorry for her husband, Jerry Becker. Individually each was irritating but together they were two obnoxious leaches. She was always sucking up to people, trying to get them to say something that she could use as a spicy bit of gossip to improve her relationship with the bosses. He knew he had to be cordial. You could dislike someone enough to tell them to shove barbed wire up their ass but you couldn’t say it. Playing nicely with the other children was a key part of surviving in this environment. He turned his head just enough to answer her.

 

“I‘m planning to go to the family farm this week end.”

 

“So where is this farm?”

 

David didn’t want to tell Susan any more than he had to.

 

“A long way from the office. Over a half day’s drive southwest. Almost to Bracketville.”

 

Karine had come in and taken a seat next to Susan. After eavesdropping on his conversation with Kathy on Thursday, what stuck out in her mind was that Kathy was going to get to escape the Fort Worth heat for a week in Boston. And, she wished she had a farm to go to for the week end. The confines of the city were especially oppressive after experiencing the full fury of Fort Worth’s summer heat for more than four months. At least if she were out in the country she would be free of the crowds and it could be a little cooler in the country without all the high-density paving and lower humidity.

 

Susan continued to pry into his plans, trying to dig up some sordid and tasty gossip bites.

 

“Have you owned the farm for long?”

 

David had stopped listening, “Why do you need to know all this?

 

“I will answer this one last question about the farm.

 

“I don’t own it outright. I own an interest in it along with my brother and sister. It was my grandparents and then my father’s. When he passed away, he left ownership to his children in the hope that someone would continue to work the farm.”

 

“So has anyone continued to work the farm?”

 

David clenched his fists and bit down on his tongue. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and swiveled his head to look directly at her. To say something nasty to her would be a bad move. Maybe he should put his coffee closer to her and spill it on her by “accident”. He looked around at the people near them at the table looking for someone to pass Susan off to. There was no one that he disliked enough to do that. He turned and glared directly at Susan. If he had been Superman, his stare would have turned her into ashes.

 

“I realy need to get ready for the weekend and don’t have time to answer any more questions for you about something that’s realy not your business.

 

“I told you that was the last question. Why don’t you pay attention to your own affairs?”

 

“It was just an innocent question. Don’t be so sensitive.”

 

“I’ve worked around you long enough to know you don’t ask innocent questions. So, unless you want me go over your head, I suggest you drop this entire conversation because I am about out of patience and I’ve asked you to keep your nose out of my business as pleasantly as I feel is warranted.”

 

Bill had been listening to Susan and David’s conversation and stepped in.

 

“Susan, I think you should drop the conversation. I agree with David. It is not your business. He has been more patient with you than I would have been. So why don’t you stay focused on something that is your business, your job.”

 

Susan looked like she had just been swatted across the face. She had to get the last word in.

 

“I was just trying to be nice.”

 

Bill was not about to be bamboozled.

 

“Horse shit, Susan. Why don’t you go splash cold water on your face and wake up? Don’t come back here until you have counted to 20. And get me a glass of cold water while you’re at it.”

 

Bill gave David a thumbs up and a couple of fist pumps. David put his hands together and gave him a head bow thanking him. Bill gave David an even more enthusiastic thumbs up showing that he was glad to have been able to step in to help protect a valuable technical resource.

 

Susan came back in with a glass of cold water red faced and put it on the table next to Bill. As coldly as she could say it she turned to David.

 

“That sounds realy nice. Well it sounds like Bill wants to start. Enjoy your week end.”

 

There was no way David could have been colder and civil at the same time.

 

“Susan, I have tried my best to be nice and pleasant in responding to your questions about something that I think you have no business inquiring about.

 

“Bill has tried to pull you back from the brink of disaster. No one here has done anything to try to hurt you in any way.

 

“Do you mind if I tell you a story? Well even if you don’t maybe others would benefit.”

 

Bill stepped in.

 

“David, unless you can finish this is less than half a minute, we need to move on.”

 

“Okay. I’ll try be as brief as I can.

 

“There was a sparrow flying along trying to make its way south on a cold winter day. It got realy cold and couldn’t fly anymore and fell to the ground in a cow pasture.

 

“A woman was walking by and saw the bird and about the same time she spotted some fresh warm cow poop.

 

“She went over and picked up the bird, used a stick to make a hole, and buried the bird up to its neck.

 

“The bird warmed up and started singing its little heart out.

 

“A passing cat heard it, went over to it, pulled it out, and ate it.

 

“There are three wisdoms in this story.

 

“First, it is not always your enemy who puts you in the shit.

 

“Second, it is not always your friend who gets you out of the shit.

 

“Third and most important, when you are happy and up to your neck in warm crap sometimes it is a good idea to keep your mouth shut.”

 

Everyone in the meeting except Susan howled.

 

Susan turned to Bill red faced.

 

“Did you hear that dumb story? What a waste of time.

 

“I want him fired.”

 

Bill glared at Susan.

 

“Susan, sit down and shut up. If you want to keep your job sit down and shut up. Now!”

 

“I was just trying to be nice.”

 

“Do not speak. You got a realy smart mouth but little to go with it. I’ve had enough of your crap. If you say one more word to anyone in this meeting that’s not directly related to your assigned work, I will kick you out the door myself. Do you understand? You will be fired right now. Don’t even shake your head because I don’t want to hear your empty skull rattle. One more word not related to your job and you are fired.”

 

Susan glared at Bill. She started to speak.

 

Bill’s neck muscles bulged up like he was a lizard about to gobble a bug, his eyes looked like they would pop out of his head he was glaring back so hard, and he held his hand up palm side out facing Susan.

 

“Not even a syllable, Susan! Not even one more syllable.”

 

Susan looked down at the table. It was obvious to everyone who had seen all of this going on that she wanted to say something else. She wrote something on her notepad, tore the page out, and as angrily as she could proceeded to tear it in halves and then quarters., When she couldn’t tear it into smaller pieces, she finally tore out another page, wadded everything up, and threw it in the trash can.

 

Bill was even more pissed and walked to look out the window to avoid saying his words to anyone directly.

 

“One more word! One more word! Just one more goddam word! Goddam it! One more fucking word and then bring the rack, cut out the tongue, and stick it up her ass so far it will come out her fucking nose!”

 

He looked out the windows for over a minute. And turned back to look at Susan. His words could have been molten lava capable of igniting anything it touched.

 

“Susan. I’ve had enough of your impertinence and disruptive behavior. Go sit at the receptionist desk and look impertinence up. Write an essay of at least 300 words about impertinence and whether or not your behavior just now has met the definition of impertinence and whether or not that type of behavior is beneficial to this office’s operation. If you don’t think it meets the definition say that too and why you feel it did not. Print out a hard copy and put a signed and dated copy of your essay on my desk. I will read it on my flight home tonight. If I am satisfied with your essay you will keep your job. If not, on Tuesday you may not be looking for a job, but you won’t have this one. I don’t want to see your face in this room again today. And you better do everything else you are supposed to do or I will fire you before I even leave today.”

 

She got up and stamped out of the room.

 

After another minute looking out the window, he turned to the rest of the people in the meeting.

 

“It’s a long week end. Moving on.”

 

Bill shook his head to clear it, sat quietly for a bit, took some deep breaths, and started the meeting. First he presented information about the sales and revenue figures for the latest quarter pausing from time to time to point to the graph projected on the screen, make a gesture, or address some unlucky member of the captive audience. After David successfully responded to Bill’s question directed at him, he knew he wouldn’t be called on again. Now he could stop paying attention to the presentation, look at the outline of Sharon’s tits, and imagine what they would look like if she were naked. Bill continued to pepper the audience with questions. Whenever he would ask someone close to Mary, David would turn his head so he could look at Mary’s breasts and imagine how she would look and how it would feel to have the inside of those soft gorgeous thighs touching him on each side of his hips as she pushed her vagina down to keep his penis deep inside her until she had an orgasm and he ejaculated semen deep inside her vagina flooding her cervix. Once Bill finished presenting this there would be a break unless Fred or Jim had something to add. Fred always had to shoot his mouth off about something or other. Generally, it was some brown-nosing baloney said to make himself look good in front of Bill. The message was always about how even though we were beating the forecast and things looked OK, the team had to keep its nose to the grindstone in case some things didn’t go so good.  He ran the office like an essential part of a plantation with spacious drives and vistas. But the reality was that the Fort Worth office was given the dirty gritty work those higher up the corporate food chain either couldn’t or wouldn’t do. Bill knew the value of the Fort Worth office to the company’s operations. It was a great benefit to him to have an asset capable of completing high quality work effectively and economically. The big joke around the office was that Fred was a foreman on a plantation and Bill was the absentee plantation owner. It was humorous to watch how Fred groveled whenever Bill was around but as soon as Bill left, Fred would make life miserable for everyone until someone gave him a scrap to make him shift his focus.

 

David thought,

 

No Jim and no Fred yet.

 

Maybe they are out of the office. So far, so good.

 

Maybe we’ll go straight to a break today.

 

The meeting organizer, Wayne, was announcing that there was going to be a break but everyone needed to be back in 20 minutes because there would be a writing class after it and they had a tight schedule. Several trays of breakfast pastries, fruits, and breakfast tacos had been placed on the cabinets in the hall outside the meeting room. Chocolate and almond filled bear claws were his favorite and it looked like they had some today. He would just have to beat Susan to them. She was one of those people who spent freely as long as it was someone else’s money being spent. He was in luck! She was typing furiously at the receptionist desk.

 

“Those look tasty.”

 

He knew from the clipped English accent that it was Karine’s voice so he looked up.

 

“I was hoping they would have some. Coffee, chocolate, and toasted almonds. Can I put one on a plate for you?”

 

“Yes. Do you want some coffee?”

 

“Yes. Thank you very much.”

 

“Let’s go sit down so others can get to the food.”

 

She was his favorite in the office. Each of them was an application engineer and they had enjoyed each other’s company during their New Jersey trip. After their return, they continued to interact on a little friendlier than necessary basis. Given the chance he would go to bed with her but she didn’t seem interested so he never pressed the issue. She had gotten her education in England and since this was her first job in the US as an engineer she consulted with him regularly on technical issues and to understand common US terminology. Sometimes it seemed like she was just coming by because she wanted to see him but at other times she realy needed his help in understanding how the processes they were developing solutions for worked. Talking to her was always a welcome break so he didn’t mind a bit.

 

“So you’re going to the country this week end? I heard you telling Susan. The farm sounds very nice. I wouldn’t mind having a place like that to go to for the week end.

 

“Does anyone work the farm?”

 

 

“Yes but not exactly how my father envisioned it. We have it let out to a sharecropper. He works the farm and pays us to use the land. It works out pretty good for everyone. There is an old farm house with a big fireplace and country kitchen that the children use for vacations and get togethers. The sharecropper puts in a big garden every year and we get fresh produce from it when we’re at the farm. Since he goes by the place often, we don’t worry about someone breaking into the house or vandalism.

 

 

“My parents didn’t exactly lead a rough life on the farm. They had a deck and hot tub installed. It can be realy nice during the winter after hunting to sit and relax in the hot tub after a tasty venison steak with a drink.

 

 

“It’s a good relaxing break from the city. And realy not too far. I’m planning on staying there over the week end. This being a long week end I won’t need to come back until Tuesday morning.”

 

 

“I thought I heard you tell Susan it was over a half day drive. How far is it?”

 

 

“I just told her that because I don’t think it is any of her business and I don’t like or trust her. It’s northwest of Fort Worth near Jermyn. About 80 miles.”

 

 

“That’s smart. I don’t trust her either. What do you do while you’re there?”

 

 

“Take walks, watch birds. Cook something good to eat. This week end I plan to spend some time getting familiar with my new bow.”

 

 

The break was just about over.  Wayne droned on about everyone getting back to their seats.

 

 

As they took their places, David saw Sharon looking Karine over. She had started out wanting Karine as a lover and had been fairly aggressive and persistent in her pursuit. Several invitations for dinner had been refused and she had even arranged a trip with Karine to Philadelphia. The offers and refusals had caused the nature of the game to change from a horny lesbian in pursuit of a sexual encounter to a competitive sport to be won even though the spoils of the victory would no longer justify the time and effort of the chase.

 

 

The prize had pretty almond shaped tobacco brown eyes and kept her reddish brown hair cut just to her shoulders in one of the latest styles to frame her lovely face. If Mary were eye candy, Karine was a whole box of assorted chocolates, cookies, and white chocolate dipped berries. She was almost 30 and kept her body fit with Yoga classes twice a week and running on the week-ends. Her clothes were always stylish and fun; she was comfortable wearing a hand dyed tee shirt with a pair of jeans and a jacket or a cute black cocktail dress with pumps. Her figure was adorably tight with curves and assets just the right size and shape.

 

For him, knowing a little of her mentally made her even sexier. Her dry, witty English humor was a little difficult for some people to take but he liked her sharp wit and incisive comments. Sometimes the bitching about work related things got a little hard to take and it seemed like she was talking to him as a husband instead of as a co-worker. Overall the result was a sexuality between them that others weren’t aware of.

 

 

The training session on writing system descriptions was winding down and it was almost lunch time. Back in his office, he saw that the voice mail light was on. He thought it was probably Kathy telling him she was in Boston so he would go ahead and get his lunch and check it when he came back to the office to eat. They wanted him to stay in the conference room with the other workers but he found the constant you have to be nice and courteous conversations irritating and boring. All he wanted to do was eat his lunch and be left alone.

 

 

Friday was turning out to be a great day for David’s food preferences. They had brought in chicken fried steaks, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn bread, and chocolate brownies for lunch. The smell of the steak, the look of the peppery white cream gravy, and the sight of a big yellow square of cornbread on his plate made his mouth water. He took a big whiff, cut into the chicken fried steak, and dipped it in the gravy as Karine came in.

 

 

“Do you mind if I join you?”

 

He swallowed the bit of steak and answered her.

 

“I would like that.”

 

 

As she set down her plate, her lunch packet fell to the floor. When she leaned over, her blouse dropped enough for him to see her breasts and the light tan bra she was wearing underneath her brown shirt. The tan color next to her white breasts made it hard to see where her bra ended and her breasts began but there was no doubt that he was looking at some great looking breasts.

 

 

As her fingers grasped the lunch packet, she looked up. He turned his head to look away but was too slow to avoid her catching him checking out her tits.

 

 

“Do you see anything you like?”

 

 

He hadn’t been prepared for her question or the embarrassment of getting caught. It took him a second to pull himself back together.

 

 

“I wouldn’t say that I like something I see but I like someone I see.”

 

 

“And do you think you would like to see more of that someone this week end?”

 

 

He wondered where this was leading and thought for a moment before answering.

 

 

“Undoubtedly.”

 

 

“About how long does it take to reach the farm?”

 

 

“About an hour and a half depending on whether you know the short cuts and where the speed traps are.”

 

 

“Is it fairly easy to find?”

 

“Pretty easy if you stay with main roads. You just go northwest on 199 to 281. About 10 miles past the 114 west turn off to Jermyn you turn off to go west for about 12 miles. The farm is out in country away from any incorporated area overlooking a lake. You turn left at a mailbox with Jackson’s farm on it and follow the gravel road to the farm house. It’s surrounded by large pecans and oaks. Some must be over 150 years old.”

 

 

He wasn't sure what to make of Karine's next remark but as the conversation continued thought it had the possibility of leading to something good.

 

“Mark took the kids to Florida to visit grandparents this morning. He will be there all next week.

 

“Do you think you might like to have company this week end at the farm?”

 

“If it were you, I would love for you to come to the farm this week end. My only concern is that you might get bored.”

 

“I don’t think that will happen. I just wouldn’t want to get in the way of you enjoying yourself.

 

“If I were to travel to the farm this afternoon after work, is there any place to get something to eat at that time of day?”

 

 

“It’s a farm and we hunt. We have access to freshly picked garden produce and there is always game of some type. Do you like venison?”

 

 

“Of course.”

 

 

“What about shrimp?”

 

 

“Shrimp is one of my favorites.”

 

 

Their conversation had taken the better part of their lunch break so they quickly downed enough of the meal to make it to the afternoon break.

 

As they tossed the used lunch materials in the trash Karine wanted to make her meaning clear to him and make sure she wasn’t misinterpreting their conversation.

 

“Maybe this week end will be fun and exciting?”

 

 

“I hope I’m not misinterpreting our conversation. Tell me again that you would enjoy shrimp and venison if you come to the farm after work today.”

 

“I love shrimp and venison. And I’m sure you can make something good for me to eat if I travel to the farm after work.”

 

“I’m more excited about this week end than I was before.”

 

“I know I am.”

 

The rest of the afternoon was excruciating. He kept reviewing their lunch time conversation over and over in his mind making sure he hadn’t heard what he wanted instead of what had been said. The after lunch session was about something he could do without even concentrating which allowed him to keep replaying the lunch break. When he remembered her bending down to pick up her lunch packet and seeing her breasts it was hard for him to think about anything else.

 

 

At the afternoon break, he printed out a map, wrote his cell phone number on it with a note to call him before she left, and put it on her desk next to the phone.

 

 

It was Susan’s job to deliver messages taken during the quarterly meetings. As she put one for Karine next to the phone she noticed the map and recognized the cell number.

 

She thought this might be an opportunity to get some useful scoop on Karine and David, rushed to the copier, made herself a copy, and returned the original to Karine’s desk. With the right information, they may be able to get a favor or money from those two. She would talk to Jerry.

 

 

Okay, smart boy.

 

So, you got tired of my questions did you!

 

You embarrassed me in front of Bill and everyone else and I was just being nice.

 

You will wish you had been nicer to me!

 

The meeting was scheduled to end at 330. Bill skipped the usual question answer session so he could get an early start on his week end and the meeting ended at 230. He went by his office, saw Susan’s essay, picked up a couple of pieces of paper the same size as the ones Susan’s essay had been printed on, folded them in half length-wise, and locked his office door as he left with it still on his desk. Reading her essay would wait until next week or the next time he was at the Fort Worth office. As he walked by Susan seated at the receptionist desk he made a point of slapping his leg with the folded pieces of paper. In the cab to airport he smiled to himself. If she worried about it all week end it would be fine with him. He was looking forward to having a shot and a cold beer at the airport bar. David wanted to get going after the meeting and 10 minutes later left for the farm in his black pick up. He wanted to make sure that the house was presentable.

 

Karine and me alone together.

 

I hope I didn’t hear something that wasn’t said.

 

As he drove, he kept replaying the conversation and seeing her breasts and tan bra.

 

She hadn’t called so he wondered if she was coming. About 345 his cell rang. He recognized the ring tone and pulled over.

 

“Hi Karine. How’s it going?”

 

“Hi David. It’s Karine. I didn’t get to call before I left. I’m on 199 at some town called Springtown.”

 

“I am about 20 minutes in front of you. I’ll wait for you if you want.”

 

“I don’t think that’s necessary. The map seems clear enough and I have your phone number. I’ll call if I get lost and need to be rescued.”

 

“Ok. I expect to be at the farm in about 25 minutes or so.

 

“The reason I wanted you to call is to give you heads up. There is a prison near Jacksboro and one near Bridgeport so don’t pick up any hitchhikers.”

 

“I normally wouldn’t anyway but thanks. From here about how much longer to drive?”

 

“Probably a little more than 45 minutes. I’ll get some water ready so that we can boil up some shrimp after you get there.”

 

“I’ll see you in about an hour.”

 

The next hour or so flew by. As he entered the driveway, he was relieved to note that no one seemed to be around including the sharecropper. At 410 he pulled up at the house, opened the door off the porch, and did a walk through. Everything inside looked good. Once he had put the provisions in the refrigerator and moved his clothes into the master bed room he powered up the hot tub, adjusted the thermostat, and checked the water chemistry.

 

A little past 445, he had a pot with water and spices warming up on low heat when he saw a dark blue sedan turn onto the gravel road. When the car was close enough, he could tell it was Karine. As he descended the stairs to the lawn, he motioned to her to park toward the back of the house on the other side of his truck. He didn’t want his relatives relating to Kathy how someone’s dark blue sedan had been parked in front of the house. Once she had parked as he directed, he offered his hand to help her out of the car. He knew she didn’t need his help. It was a ruse; he wanted to start touching her as soon as he could. The feel of her soft, warm hands, the memory of her breasts, and her sweet female fragrance were already turning him on.

 

“Let me get some things out of the back seat.”

 

He was so amped up that she was there that he had to focus on to make sure he heard her correctly.

 

“I brought some red wine since I didn’t know if you would have any.”

 

Opening the back door, he retrieved the bag of groceries and she picked up a red overnight bag. At the top of the porch stairs, she noted the broad white porch, swing, and hammock.

 

I want to spend a lot of time on this porch this week end.

 

 

They entered the entry hall from the porch and walked to the kitchen.

 

 

David asked, “Shall I unpack the groceries?”

 

“I brought some salmon. So, it should be put in the refrigerator. And I prefer my wine cooler than room temperature.”

 

 

“Is it all right if I take the bag to the master bed room?”

 

“Sure. Is there room for me to unpack my clothes? I hate having to pack and unpack a bag when I go someplace.”

 

“We have plenty of room. Can I show you later?”

 

“Of course. I’m not in a hurry.”

 

He returned to the kitchen and wondered if she would like something to drink.

 

“You’re probably spitting cotton after the drive. Can I get you something to drink?”

 

“That’s cute. I’ve never heard being thirsty referred to as spitting cotton.

 

“If you have a cold beer, I would like that.”

 

“Would you like it in a chilled mug?”

 

“That sounds wonderful.”

 

He took out a mug from the freezer. It was so cold that it smoked as the frozen crystals sublimed and vanished and a little ice formed on the bottom and then floated to the top as he poured the beer.  He noticed her watching him.

 

“Do you see anything you like?”

 

She put her hands on his shoulders, gave him a small kiss on the mouth, and in a soft but firm voice let him know.

 

“This week end, I would like to see much more of the person I am seeing right now.

 

“Today at lunch I saw you looking down my blouse. I know you were a little embarrassed but I hope you liked what you saw.

 

“Do you know how often I have looked at you?

 

“I can still recall how you looked the first time I was in a meeting with you.”

 

“I think I should turn the heat off under the water.”

 

Beers in hand they went to sit on the porch swing and continued to visit.

 

“This is so nice. I can see why you like coming here.”

 

“I would never be in the city if I could make the same amount of money here in the country.”

 

With the beers finished, she stood up and asked him where the bathroom was.

 

“There is a half bath off the kitchen in the utility. Let me take you there and then I’d like to give you a tour of the house.”

 

After she returned to the kitchen, he took her through the house pointing out what was where. The layout of the house was typical of what you would expect for a large farm house. Everything more or less centered around a large kitchen and informal dining area. The large utility room with the half bath connected to the kitchen and there was a formal dining room between the kitchen and the living room. Another hall off the kitchen led to the master bed room and one other bed room. The master bedroom connected to the deck. The staircase from the utility room took you to the upper floor of the house with two more bed rooms and a shared Hollywood bath.

 

 

After returning to the kitchen, she excused herself, unpacked her bag, got out some different clothes, and went into the master bathroom. She couldn’t wait to change into more comfortable clothes.

 

I’m here. Mark isn’t.

 

When she returned to the kitchen, he looked away as quickly as possible to avoid seeming rude and impolitely forming an instant rock hard erection. She felt like a dove suddenly realizing that it was being studied by a hawk’s intense unblinking eyes.

 

Something a little less inviting may have been a better choice.

 

This is practically a scream for him to take me.

 

Right now!

 

She hadn’t meant to scream but she had meant to communicate her desires emphatically and briefly. And that’s what she had done. She wanted him and wanted him to want her. Right then and there.

 

Her conservative button down brown cotton blouse and tan bra had been traded for an oversize shear grey muscle tee and the corporate very appropriate office business casual tan slacks had been replaced with a pair of candy cane pink jeans. The tee seemed like a light grey fog that began its downward journey from a cold mountaintop as a soft cloud of mist gently gliding from her neck to quickly grow into a speeding mass racing down the upward curving slope of her breasts and then softly floating over the tips of her nipples and plummeting into space to softly fall as a shear curtain down to the mid-point of her thighs. When she turned to the left to look at him over her right shoulder, he could see that the material forming the tee’s opening for her right arm cut across the side of her breast barely far enough above the bottom curve to keep it from breaking free, came back together behind her breast, and joined the soft free fall of material to the back of her thighs.

 

David loved the way women’s breasts begin their journey as a gentle concave upward curve to the tip of the nipple, abruptly change its downward journey to a convex curve, turn horizontal for a very small distance, and then softly blend into her chest. Karine’s breasts were about the most beautiful he had ever seen. He was left stunned, completely fixated, and could have looked at her for hours if not days. How could any artistic rendering possibly be as breathtaking?

 

“See anything you like?”

 

“Very much.

 

“Are you very hungry?”

 

“I was but now I have over things on my mind.”

 

“I’ve always found that a little physical activity before a meal is a good thing.”

 

“Maybe you can show me.”

 

She wanted to touch him and feel his body pressed against hers. Her first kisses were exploratory, small, and inviting. His response kisses were a request for her to go further and she met his request with her next kiss: hot, wet, full open mouth, richly sexual. He pressed her warm body against him. Her body seemed to melt, flow against his, and become molded to his so that every bit of her body felt him touching her. After he lifted the bottom of her tee with one hand, he trailed the back of his other hand across her stomach. He took her hand, they walked to the master bed room, and she turned to face him.

 

"Can we open the blinds? I like the natural lighting of the afternoon."

 

“I like them open all the time.”

 

He opened the blinds as she sat down on the double bed. If he had any misgivings about proceeding they quickly dissipated with her next words.

 

“Unless you are worried about giving or getting something, you don’t need to worry with a condom. I had my tubes tied years ago after my second son. I love the feel of a man’s bare cock inside of me. And I like having orgasms.”

 

“Over the years I have heard all kinds of talk about sexual encounters between men and women. Most men say that the ultimate in a sexual encounter is for them to have an orgasm. I think what is better is to be inside a woman when she has an orgasm. And the ultimate is for each of you to have your orgasms at the same time.

 

“I want the ultimate many times this weekend.”

 

“So do I. Many times.”

 

He sat down next to her on the bed. As she turned to him they kissed and she let him know that she was in no hurry.

 

“No need to rush things today. We have time to truly savor this.”

 

The way she smelled, the way her warm body felt pressed against him, the way her mouth tasted, the way her gentle voice soothed him, and her presence now with him on the bed all combined to make him lose awareness of anything other than her. He pulled her tighter against him and continued to kiss and caress the sides of her face all the way along her neck. Her breasts pressed against him combined with her small kisses and caresses seemed to be demanding that he caress, kiss, and fondle them. He was hot and wanted her then and there.

 

“I think we should slow down a little. I want to be inside you when you have an orgasm.”

 

“I want that too. Do you want to stop all together?”

 

“Just long enough for me to cool down a bit.”

 

“When you’re ready, I’ll be. It’s been a long time since I have had good sex. I would rather have good sex than just sex.”

 

“Can I get you something while we’re taking a break?”

 

“A glass of cold water would be nice.”

 

On the way to the kitchen he could feel himself getting soft. By the time he handed her the glass his erection had completely disappeared. She took a small sip from the glass, dipped her finger into the glass, and wet her lips before setting the glass on the night stand.  His chest pressed against hers in the kitchen had felt so good and now she wanted to feel his bare chest pressed against her bare chest. She pulled him down to sit next to her on the bed. As soon as she had undone the top two buttons she slipped her hand under his shirt, squeezed his breasts, and continued until she finished taking off his shirt. The sight of his bare chest was turning her on. She let her fingertips trail along one side of his chest while kissing along the other side with small nibbling kisses and moved her hand to his crotch. He was almost as hard as before. She wanted to see and taste him. Once she had unfastened the waist band of his pants she took them off and sat back down on the bed. He was prettier to look at than she had thought he would be. Starting with his shoulders she slid her hand along his skin. He felt so warm and his skin was so soft and smooth. She leaned down and kissed him from his chest to his hips.

 

He smells like sunshine.

 

She couldn’t say exactly what she liked about the way he tasted. What she did know was that she liked it. A lot. He put his hands behind her waist and pulled her closer.

 

“It’s my turn to see you naked.”

 

She put her hands under her tee and started to lift it up over her head when he stopped her.

 

“Please let me do that.

 

“You don’t get to unwrap all the presents!”

 

He pulled her closer to him, put his hand behind her neck, and kissed her. His invitation to restart their love making was hotter than before the cool down. He lifted the straps over her shoulders and started to slide the tee off over her head but stopped as her nipples came closer to his lips. His mouth was being drawn to them as if they were a pair of powerful magnets and his mouth had no mass. Even though he didn’t want to resist moving his mouth to them he couldn’t have. Resistance was a completely futile waste of effort. He tried to limit attention to a series of quick pinches of his lips on each nipple but they were not to be ignored and he continued kissing and suckling her nipples while he finished sliding her tee off over her head. She lay back on the bed with her arms around his neck.  He lightly rubbed her shoulders, breasts, belly, and waist with the back and then the front of his hand until she pushed his hand down to her waist and then down inside her panties to hold her pussy with the heel of his palm pressing up against her clitoral hood and his hand squeezing and massaging her from her clitoral glans to her perineum. He held and squeezed her until she became wet and curled his fingertips up inside her vaginal opening. After squeezing and massaging her with his fingertips inside her for several more minutes, he finished taking her jeans off, entered her with one finger, and then quickly added a second. He wondered if she wanted him to move at a faster pace and was about to ask her when she felt him hesitate.

 

“I am loving what you are doing to me and how you are doing it.”

 

He put his hands under her butt and held her in his hands while he kissed and stimulated her labia, clitoris, and vagina with his lips and light flicks with his tongue before he moved down to her vaginal opening and pushed his tongue inside as far as he could. He was hoping to touch her G spot and tip her over the edge. Unable to accomplish that, he moved back to stimulating her clitoris and labia with flicks of his tongue and gingerly trailed his fingertips along the front wall of her vagina until a sudden jerk of her hips back followed by a hard thrust of her vagina pressing her G spot harder against his fingers told him know that he had found the magical door to help her enjoy a vaginal orgasm. He continued to use his mouth and tongue to stimulate her clitoris and his fingertips to stimulate her G spot and push her past the arousal and plateau levels and finally have a strong blended orgasm as a series of 24 or more contractions of her vagina over 30 seconds. The taste and smell of a woman when she had an orgasm was something he loved and Karine’s did not disappoint him. He continued to caress her with his tongue and fingers until she became too sensitive to be touched and jerked backwards to keep him from touching her clitoris.

 

Once her clitoris had become less sensitive, she used her hands to push his back down to the bed and stood on her knees over his penis with her labia at the right distance from the tip to use her hand to glide it along the inside until it was wet. She moved the tip to her entry point, put her hands under his hips, and pushed down. Her orgasm had made her so tight that he could have been fucking a virgin. The only thing he was aware of now was his rock-hard erection inside her and her vagina grasping his penis tightly from all sides as he entered and withdrew from her. He knew this was going to be a strong orgasm and at some point it would feel like a switch had been turned on and from that point until he finished, orgasm and ejaculation would be inevitable. His orgasm continued approaching like a storm and he slowed down to let it build to a crescendo. The closer to orgasm he got, the slower his movements became until at last he became motionless. Orgasm began with a final deep thrust accompanied by what seemed like a thousand firecrackers going off and ended as a series of deep thrusts as he ejaculated every bit of his cum into her. The orgasm and ejaculation finished, he lay on top of her with his cock inside her and continued to kiss and caress her until he was soft. He held her a little while longer. Her hair was so pretty and beautifully framed her face. He could have gone on holding her for hours. She was prettier than he remembered. He wondered if it was just the orgasm making him feel this way. It realy didn’t matter. He did feel this way. It didn’t matter how he got here. He was here, she was here, and he did feel this way.

 

They hadn’t had their orgasms at the same time. He hoped she wasn’t disappointed.

 

“I know we didn’t have our orgasms at the same time.”

 

He started to continue until she put her fingertip against his lips.

 

“Please don’t apologize. That was great sex. I want lots more of it this week end. And I might want more in the future. Do you think you might like that?”

 

“I would.”

 

“Do you remember our trip to New Jersey? I wanted you then. And I want you now.”

 

“You may be hungry. Would you like for me to finish making the shrimp?”

 

“Can I help?”

 

“I got this. Why don’t you come into the kitchen? The red wine should be cool now. Would you like a glass?”

 

“I would.”

 

Sitting at the kitchen table she thought to herself,

 

This is already a week end to remember. I hope it won’t be only a one time thing.

 

 

“When I’m here I like to hear the local new. Do you mind?”

 

“Not a bit. I’m interested in finding out what’s going on too.”

 

The weather forecaster said that it was a typical Fort Worth early September evening and sunset would be about 748. It was followed by the local news. The crackle of the radio continued on.

 

“This is our top local 630 news story.

 

“Jacksboro prison officials report that some prisoners escaped from the state jail at Jacksboro today. Authorities believe they are on foot and are reminding motorists to not pick up any hitchhikers and to be on guard. They report three escapees. They may not be armed but they are on the run and should be considered dangerous.

 

“In other news…” He was not listening further.

 

She could see that he had become tense. From working together, she knew that he pursed his lips slightly when he became very serious and was focused. His movements suddenly became quick, jerky, and were no longer those of someone relaxed.

 

“Are we very close to the prison at Jacksboro?”

 

“We’re closer than I like. Probably 15 or so as the crow flies miles between Jacksboro and Jermyn. From the prison probably 20 or 25. We are about 10 north of Jermyn. Someone on foot could probably make it in less than 16 hours if they go as the crow flies, know what they are doing, and are well prepared. The likelihood of someone familiar with the terrain completing that trip with no map or compass over that land on foot in 16 hours is small. For a stranger with no map or compass I think it is practically impossible in any amount of time. It will be a total accident for them to come here. We have a 308 deer rifle in the house. I want to get it out after we eat.”

 

“Do you realy think that’s necessary?”

 

“I think it worthwhile to be cautious. And I think I’ll go call the sharecropper after dinner.

 

“He has a better relationship with the prison officials than I do.”

 

“I have to admit that this is all pretty exciting,” she said.

 

“It doesn’t take much to go from a little exciting to downright terrifying.”

 

With dinner finished they loaded the dishwasher.

 

“I am going to call the sharecropper.”

 

After hanging up after talking to the sharecropper he turned to her, “They escaped a little before 330. Neighbors on both sides of us have dogs. If anything is going on they should let us know.

 

“Excuse me for a couple of minutes. I want to make sure the rifle is here and ready to use.”

 

He returned after a few minutes with the 308. After checking the rifle to make sure it was unloaded he examined the cartridges to make sure he had gotten the correct box. One of his brothers had reloaded some spent casings. They were in a box on the same shelf as the box David had gotten. He looked at the cartridges. These were store fresh 150 grain hollow points.

 

“Those will do it,” he reported.

 

“What can you kill with those?”

 

“These are capable of killing anything in North America if you hit the right spot. For humans, you have a pretty broad target. You can kill turkey with these too but unless you can make a head shot with 150 grain hollow points you may not have much turkey left.”

 

“I got the rifle and the cartridges. Everything seems to be workable. I’d like to go out on the porch and fire it to make sure everything works. Have you ever fired a rifle?”

 

Her reply didn’t surprise him. “I don’t think I have ever even held a gun much less fired one. And for sure I haven’t killed anything with one. About the only thing I kill is the plants and fish that are unfortunate enough for me to buy them and take them home. Have you ever killed anything?”

 

“I was raised here around guns and hunting. To answer your question directly, yes. I have killed just about everything around this farm. I used to be regarded as one of the best shots in these parts. If you want to come out to the porch you can watch.”

 

“Will it be loud?”

 

“Quite loud. Here are some hearing protectors. When you hunt you don’t wear them.”

 

They went to the porch. He took out 5 cartridges, loaded the magazine, and slipped the magazine in the rifle. He pointed out the rock he often used as a target.

 

“I am going to shoot that rock about 150 yards on the other side of the barn.”

 

In the rapidly fading light she couldn’t even see rocks behind the barn.

 

“The weather guy said sunset was at 748. There isn’t enough light for me to even see the rock you plan to shoot. How can you shoot it?”

 

“This is a high-power scope. It has a very large objective lens so that it gathers light. You can see well enough way past when you can’t see with your eyes. All the way until the end of civil twilight. Tonight that’s about 815.”

 

“I don’t even know what all that means. About how far is it?” she asked.

 

“We can talk about all that in a while but I need to do this before it does get too dark. It’s about 300 yards.”

 

Taking careful aim, David fired. The sharp crack of the rifle, whine of bullet fragments, and dust from the rock all seemed to have occurred at the same time. He ejected the spent cartridge and chambered another round. Another shot. And another solid hit.

 

“Well, that’s what I wanted to see! I doubt anyone will expect to find someone armed with a 308 loaded with 150 grain hollow points in an old farmhouse.”

 

“Damn! That’s loud even with the protection! I hope I never have you shooting at me.”

 

It was still almost 35 minutes until the end of nautical twilight. Astronomical twilight would end and it would be completely dark about 915. With another glass of red wind and a cold beer they went to the hot tub and got in. After they finished their drinks, he turned sideways on the tub’s seat and she lay back against him with her head resting on his shoulder. They watched as the light gave way to dark. She turned to him, took his hand, and kissed it before holding it tightly against her cheek.

 

“You know how to make a woman feel special. I hope I can make you feel as special as I think you are.”

 

“You already have.”

 

About 30 minutes after it had gotten dark she asked him if she could take a shower.

 

“Could I take a shower? I like to shower before going to bed?”

 

“So do I. No matter what, I like to go to bed clean. Even if I don’t intend to wake up that way.”

 

“I like to shower before and after bed. Is that alright with you?”

 

“You are welcome to do whatever makes you happy. If you need or want me to do something and I am not doing it the only thing I ask is for you to say something. We have plenty of practically whatever we need. And if we don’t have it, maybe we don’t realy need it.”

 

“That’s a healthy attitude. I like that.”

 

As Karine took a shower, he double checked vehicles, doors, and windows to make sure they were locked. With the rifle and cartridges in hand he turned off lights as he made his way to the bedroom.

 

“Do you like to set an alarm to wake up?”

 

“Out here I like to just wake up naturally with no alarm.”

 

“That sounds wonderful. This whole thing is realy nice. I feel so relaxed and happy. Thank you for letting me come.”

 

They enjoyed exploring and being with each other several more times before falling asleep happy and sexually spent a little before midnight.

 

Oliver, Marius, and Terence had reputations as some bad ass if not smart convicts. Mostly they had been punks spending most of their teen age years being stupid. Oliver had been convicted of raping a 40 year mother after breaking into her house in broad daylight. Her pre-teen age daughters were at home and the second charge he was convicted of was child molestation. He was the only smoker in the group and dearly liked his whisky and cigarettes. A little on the slight side at 130 pounds he stood about 5 foot 8. Marius had been convicted of dealing drugs near an elementary school. He was the heaviest at 210 pounds and 5 foot 8. Terence was the most dangerous of the three. He was serving a life sentence for killing a police officer during a routine traffic stop. His ruthlessness was well known. Standing 5 feet 6 and weighing 155 pounds with smoother skin, he was the best looking of the three.

 

After distracting the guard, they managed to lock him in their cell while they escaped. They quickly made their way off the prison grounds to the golf cart garage across the street where they stayed hidden until nightfall. They knew they needed to put some distance between themselves and Jacksboro state jail. A car would be ideal but much harder to get. Bicycles were not the fastest but they were easily acquired, portable, and offered the key advantage of being easy to hide if needed while something or someone passed. After observing goings on at the Jacksboro country club from the state jail for some time, they knew that a bicycle rack in front of the golf cart barn would likely have what they wanted. They picked out three bikes that seemed to be in good shape. Now what route? US 281 would be fastest but also more exposed to detection. They decided to stay with good unmarked roads until they felt okay to stop. After 2 hours of riding and hiding over dirt, gravel, and asphalt roads the trio had made it to 281.  They didn’t want to get on 281 so they found a road going northwest almost parallel to 281 in spots. After another two and a half hours they were back at 281. Now it was either get on 281 for a bit or back track. They decided a short distance on 281 was the best choice and set out with the goal of getting to another road on the other side of 281 as soon as they could.  After a few miles, they found what they were looking for as a small paved road headed away from 281 to the south. Another hour and a half of riding and the road turned to the west. 1 more hour had them on a big farm to market road headed toward Jermyn. At Jermyn, they found a church with no one around. After a quick rest they resumed their ride. A short distance later and they were on a road from the middle of Jermyn headed north away from town. They rode for 3 more hours. They had been riding almost non-stop for over 12 hours and could tell from the soft light that it would be daylight soon so they decided to find a place to hide for the day. Two good size lakes and one small lake to the west of the road might be just the spot. They found a small clearing backing up to the west side of the northernmost large lake. From there they could see the road in either direction but wouldn’t be easily seen.

 

Of the three, Terence was the only one with survival experience. He fashioned a snare from some twine and electrical wire stolen from the garage. A half hour after setting the snare, he heard the snap as it claimed its victim. It was a nice sized rabbit. Another 45 minutes and the snare had a second rabbit. Now to cook it or not? Borrowing some matches from Oliver, Terence assembled a spit with two freshly cleaned rabbits roasting over an open fire. Fed and physically spent, they managed to find some soft grass and bed down for some rest. After a much needed deep sleep about noon they started stirring.

 

David was an early riser when he was at the farm. He liked to see the sun coming up almost as much as he liked to watch the sun going down. Saturday morning a moderate wind was blowing from the east. On the porch, he caught a very faint whiff of something. After four months of summer heat wildfires were always a fall concern. It seemed too faint to be very close and might be across the road to the east. If it got stronger or persisted, he would go look.

 

While the coffee finished brewing, he went to the bedroom to ask Karine if she wanted some and how she liked it. He could hear the water running and knocked. She turned the flow down enough to be heard.

 

“Hi David. Why don’t you come join me in the shower?”

 

He cracked the door open and leaned inside enough to see that she had pulled the curtain to the side and was motioning for him to join her.

 

“I have coffee brewing and it’s just about ready. Would you like for me to bring you a cup?”

 

“That would be realy nice.”

 

“How do you like it?”

 

“Straight black.”

 

As he went to get the coffee, she continued to let the feel of the stream of warm water breaking into small trickles running down her back, flowing along the curve of her bottom, and joining together to drip from her butt to the floor gently wake her. She was almost as relaxed as she became when she was at the end of her Yoga work out.

 

With two insulated mugs of coffee, he returned to the master bedroom, took off his clothes, and dropped them on the bed. He opened the bathroom door and pulled the curtain back at the end of the tub opposite the shower head.

 

Once David’s parents had gotten along in years they had a fold down seat and several grab bars installed. Karine hadn’t put the seat down. He grabbed one of the bars and took a seat. David could have been looking at a carved marble masterpiece in a sculpture garden in the soft light of an early morning mist. But he wasn’t. In front of David was Karine, a beautiful, wet, naked woman.

 

She is beautiful.

 

So beautiful.

 

I wonder if she has any idea how breathtakingly beautiful she is.

 

She turned the water down to the intensity of a soft rain. When he extended a mug to her, she lifted it to her nose, sniffed the dark, black liquid, and took a sip.

 

“That coffee tastes realy good.”

 

He hadn’t brought his hand back and moved it to rest on her hip. She felt realy good. Warm almost hot. Smooth flawless wonderful skin texture. Hard but soft.

 

“You know. There is something else that’s here now that I bet would taste realy good.”

 

She moved closer to him, put her hand under his chin, and kissed him softly on the mouth, “I’ll bet there are a lot of things here right now that would taste good.

 

“Shall we have a treat to start the day?”

 

“Why don’t we?”

 

“Let’s finish our coffee first. A little stimulation might be good.”

 

With their coffee finished, he leaned forward and kissed the top of the matted wet tangle of her pubic hair. She smelled and tasted so good that he continued down one side and up the opposite side to the top. Using his upper thighs for support, she kneeled on the bottom of the tub facing him. The tub’s hard porcelain surface was too much for her knees.

 

“That hurts!”

 

She sat back in the tub facing him, crossed her legs into a Yoga fire log position, and used his thighs to pull herself forward between his thighs. From this position, she could reach any point below his navel.  She trailed the fingertips of each hand from his navel to his hip and then down along the inside of his thighs. He didn’t do Yoga but the feel of her fingertips touching him was both relaxing and stimulating at the same time. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his swelling penis. He let out a gasp and jerked back in the seat. She thought he might not be enjoying it until she felt his hands on the back of her head pulling her forward. As he pulled her to him, she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and put her mouth around him. He continued to pull her head forward and push his erection into her mouth as she continued to suck him getting him harder and harder.

 

She wondered if he would cum in her mouth. If he did, it was fine with her. She thought his cum would taste good. He suddenly moved his hands to her chin and pulled his penis out of her mouth. She seemed confused. He sensed her confusion, leaned forward to kiss her cheeks and mouth, lifted her hands to stand, and slid along the bottom of the tub underneath her. With both of his hands on her waist, he pulled her vagina to his mouth and pushed his tongue inside.  He remembered that she had tasted so good yesterday and he wanted to taste her again. His tongue was as deep inside her as he could get it and continued to penetrate her until she raised herself to moved her vagina away from his mouth. After he slid his fingertips up and down along the inside of her labia from below her vaginal opening to her clitoral hood a few times, she started rolling her clitoris forward and back stimulating her swelling clitoris with his tongue.

 

Karine wanted him to finish inside her when she came. She used the grab bars to slide down and support her back with the side of the tub and turned him to lay on his side with his body pressed against her. He slid down along her body and moved the tip of his erection up and down between her clitoris and vaginal opening until her labia and his tip were completely wet. As he rolled over to lay with his back on the tub she rolled over to lay on top of him with her legs outside of his, moved far up along his pelvis to position the tip of his penis at her entry, and pressed down to take half of him inside her. When he responded with his hands pushing down on her waist she pushed down again and took the rest of him inside her. With her head resting against the side of his neck on top of his shoulder, she pulled herself up so that she could press her clitoris down against his pubic bone and started rotating her hips to stimulate them both at the same time. The movement of her clitoris, hips, pelvis, and vagina along with the deep raspy groans emanating from her quickly reached the limit of his self-control. Her vaginal contractions seemed to be ordering his semen to come into her vagina. In 18 seconds, he was completing ejaculation while the last of more than 2 dozen of her vaginal contractions continued for another 20 seconds. She rested until she felt clear headed enough, moved to the shower flow controls at the foot of the tub, and increased the water flow. After the orgasm, the flow of the water hitting her was unbelievably relaxing. She sat up on the bottom of the tub, scrunched back closer to him, and handed him the loofah.

 

“I knew we would get there. That was some great loving. I know it’s what I was hoping for and I hope it’s what you wanted. Thank you so much. Would you mind scrubbing my back?”

 

He leaned closer to her ear and whispered as quietly as he could, “Anytime and anyhow I can touch you, I will. You will probably have to ask me to stop touching you before you ask me to touch you.”

 

She let out a deep sigh.

 

What could possibly be better than this?

 

He put his hand around her waist and held her while he started scrubbing her back.

 

“Harder please,” she asked.

 

After completing their shower, they dried themselves and went to breakfast in the kitchen.

 

“I know one of the things you want to do is to practice with the bow. After we finish breakfast, you can go shoot and I’ll stay here if you want. It’s up to you.”

 

“Why don’t we do this?

 

“We go together to the practice range, shoot for a couple of hours or three, and then come back here. It’s pretty where I shoot so you might want to join me. And the walk is nice also. I have another bow. If you want to learn to shoot I’ll help you learn.”

 

“That sounds like fun!”

 

“I want to unload the rifle and take the cartridges with us. If there are escaped prisoners in the area, I don’t want to leave a loaded weapon just lying around.”

 

The practice range was about a 3/4 mile hike to the west of the house situated at the bottom of a generally dry red sandy bottom ravine where the bed made an abrupt turn. A layer of sand on top of the rocky bottom and occasional torrential rains had caused the bottom to be flattened over time so that at that point it was flat and level for 150 plus yards and only a very sparse amount of scrubby grass grew there. A steep bank on the downstream side at the bend provided a back stop to prevent loss of an arrow due to an errant shot. Deer, wild hog, turkey, and bobcat targets were in place and you could try shots from a variety of angles and up to 150 yards. Rocks buried in the sand showed the estimated range to each target. Easiest access to the range was down a path about 75 yards west of the house and then a hike along the flat bottom for the remainder.

 

“You’re right. The range is pretty and so is the hike here. I love the smell of the ravine and it feels a little cooler. Probably because we’re at the bottom of a ravine. Why don’t you shoot for a while and show me how it’s done. Then you can talk me through taking a few shots myself.”

 

“Ok.”

 

His first shot was with the new bow from 50 yards at the hog. The trajectory of the arrow was flat and fast as he had expected but he was off target and hit the bank. After 6 more shots, he was getting more comfortable with the compound. The next 6 hit a target with an audible pop but not in the right spot for a likely kill. 12 more shots and his skill level was almost at the level that he felt he needed. 10 of the next 12 shots hit a one kill spot with 4 in the deer, 2 in the turkey, 2 in the hog, and 2 in the wildcat. After retrieving the arrows, he went to the 75 yard marker. 8 out of 12 successful shots. 2 in each of the four targets in a kill spot.

 

“With a little more practice I think I’m ready. I think that’s enough for now.”

 

“You’re a good shot. I’m glad I won’t be one of your targets.

 

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to have that level of skill.”

 

“I don’t but it isn’t any skill you can’t develop if you want.

 

“Do you want to shoot some? Maybe we should move up closer.”

 

“I think that would be smart. I don’t want to shoot and lose an arrow.”

 

“You don’t need to worry about that. The bank behind the targets will stop anything you shoot.”

 

They moved up closer.

 

“Okay. From here it’s about 25 yards.

 

“First you have to string the bow. I’ll show you, then unstring, and you can restring it.

 

After he strung and unstrung the bow he asked her if she was ready to do it herself. He said he would talk her through the process. She told him to just let her and proceeded to string the bow listing the steps he had just told her.

 

“First put loops on either end of the string so that they are loose around the bow.

 

“Put bottom string loop in notch on the bottom of bow.

 

“Put leg between the string and the bow.

 

“Bend knee using your body weight to bend the bow enough to bring the loose end of the string up and slide the loose end over the bow so that it is in the top notch.

 

“Slowly take weight off so that the bow is now holding the string tight in place.

 

“All done!”

 

“That’s incredible. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?

 

“Are you an engineer?”

 

She laughed and he continued.

 

“Now to put an arrow on the string.

 

“First tilt the bow a little off vertical. Horizontal with the side you want to put the arrow on up is the easiest.

 

“Now move the arrow so it is perpendicular to the string here where the string is reinforced.

 

“Now move the arrow up so that the nock can slide over the string and pull it back so that both sides of the nock are around the string.

 

“To pull the string back there are a lot of different ways. One of the fastest is the way I first learned to shoot. It’s pretty fast and easy. A woman at one of those adult vacation spots made fun of the way I was shooting and said she had never seen anyone of note shoot that way in a tournament. She had some of her experienced coworkers come watch. They said it’s the way people sometimes shoot when they speed shoot and it’s considered to be shooting more instinctively and more the way that a lot of people shoot when they’re hunting. In hunting, you have an area where you’re trying to hit like the heart or lungs area and the spot on the animal you’re hunting isn’t going to stand there like a target in a tournament. The instructor and I had a contest. I shot 10 arrows by the time the instructor had shot 3 and hit the target from 40 yards with 9. When we moved back another 20 yards and did the same thing she asked me to show her. When I do it I use just 2 fingers with one on either side of the nock. The good thing about using only 2 fingers or the thumb and index finger is that you can use the hand you use to pull the string back to hold some arrows. If only 2 fingers gets too hard you can use 3 fingers with 1 above and 2 below.

 

“The other way is more the archery range way. If you plan to shoot at tournaments you would probably want to learn that way. I don’t think it’s as easy or fast but it’s probably the way most instructors would guide you. But then again they probably don’t use a bow to hunt.

 

“Do you have a preference which way you want to shoot?”

 

“I kind of like the sound of learning the way you shoot first and if your skill is any indication, I’d like to start out that way.”

 

“Sounds good to me.

 

“Just a couple of things more.

 

“To aim the arrow to shoot.

 

“With the instinctual way, as you are pulling the string back raise the nock end of the arrow to your cheek.

 

“Then raise the tip of the arrow up a little above the target and slowly lower the tip until it’s lined up where you want and just as you are passing the top of the target release.

 

“Why don’t you try a few shots?”

 

The first 5 shots were in the general direction of the targets but off either wide left or right and either high or low.

 

“Darn.”

 

“Don’t be discouraged. It takes some practice.”

 

The next 5 shots were correct for right or left but either high or low. 10 more and she made the first hit. The next 10 all hit a larger target but not in a kill spot. Another 15 and she had the first kill spot hit. She shot another 12 times making 2 kill shots.

 

“My fingers are getting realy sore and I don’t want to get a blister. I think I should stop now.”

 

“Oh that’s one other thing. If you use a glove it’ll help keep your fingers in good shape. After you’ve been shooting a while you will develop callouses and then you can shoot with no glove.

 

“It’s almost 1100. Why don’t we go back to the house and get a cold glass of lemonade?”

 

“That sounds wonderful. Do you want to leave the bows?”

 

“Nope. We might need them. Help me gather the arrows and then we’ll head back.”

 

“This is a lot of fun. I’m realy glad you let me come this week end.”

 

“It’s just getting started. But I’m realy glad you’re here.

 

“Arrows gathered. We can talk on the way back.

 

“Until now we’ve been shooting with target arrows. They are good for learning but when you hunt you want a different tip to make a kill.

 

“I have a lot of target arrows. Probably over 12 dozen. But for hunting I only have about 24. They are more expensive so when I’m target shooting I don’t use them in case one gets lost or broken.

 

“When we get back I’ll show you the other arrows.”

 

Back at the farm house, he made a suggestion.

 

“If your fingers are sore you might want to get a bag with ice and just hold it for a while. It’ll help prevent any swelling. It doesn’t look like you have any blisters which is realy good.”

 

With an icy glass of lemonade, they sat on the deck to take in the view and talk.

 

Friday after work, Susan broached her idea to Jerry,

 

“I think David and Karine are going to a family farm this week end.

 

“What do you think about us going to get some evidence of their little love tryst that we can use to blackmail them into doing something we want them to?”

 

Jerry was a bit of a wimp but as long as he didn’t have to put forth much effort or get hurt to get something of benefit he could handle it. He was on the heavy side at 210 pounds and 5 foot 10. His scraggly beard had been grown in hopes that it would hide his backward sloping weak chin. Unless he could talk others into buying some stylish clothes for him, he wore cheap. The one coat that he had acquired over 15 years ago in college hadn’t been cleaned since he bought it and since he smoked it always smelled stale like old cigarette butts. Not having graduated college with his degree, he was relegated to the status of top notch gopher. He did have some computer skills which was why the company kept him around. Susan and he married after she got knocked up while passed out at an underclassman fish fry. Since she was one of the few women he had been successful having intercourse with he married her even though he wasn’t sure it was his kid.

 

Susan was easily the homeliest woman in the office. Short, dumpy, overweight, with bleached out, thin, teased red dyed hair, and at least one hairy lump on her chin a picture of her could have been used as a comic book depiction of a witch. Like Jerry she dressed cheaply. A recording of her cackling voice could have been used for a haunted house. Fortunately, her ugly behavior was not wasted on someone pretty or at least not ugly.

 

Jerry assumed his usual posture when he wanted to appear wise and thoughtful. He leaned back in his chair, rested his clasped hands on across his belly, stroked his beard from time to time, and grunted. Finally, he spoke. “I think it’s a good idea. How are we going to locate the farm?”

 

“I made a copy of a map he gave Karine. They probably went today after work. They don’t know I made the copy. We will have to make overnight arrangements. David told me that it’s over a half day’s drive southwest close to Bracketville.”

 

“That’s a realy long drive. Can I see the map?”

 

Susan handed Jerry the map.

 

“This is the map? Ain’t no way that’s a half day’s drive. Looks more like about 2 hours. And it’s northwest near Jermyn, not southwest near Bracketville.”

 

“That fucking asshole. He lied to me. Now I am realy going to screw them over. I’ll chew a hole in his ass for my dinner.”

 

“He’s smart not to trust you. I don’t blame him. I don’t trust you either. But that’s not important. This is an opportunity to get some money from them. How are you suggesting we acquire the evidence?”

 

“We get close enough to walk from a road to the area of the farm house and take some pictures. You know how to work the camera with the long-distance lens and I will use my smart phone. Once we have the pictures we come back and when the time is right hit them right between the eyes. Those two are people I would love to take down a peg or two. I realy want to see the looks on their faces when they find out their little secret love weekend isn’t so secret.”

 

Jerry’s eyes changed into a glare and he clamped his teeth tightly. It wasn’t often he got the upper hand on anyone. Even though they had always treated him cordially if not reverently, he vowed to crush David and Karine like a couple of bugs and bleed them for every last cent.

 

Rolling out of bed before 10 was an early start for the Beckers on a Saturday. 730 was unheard of for a work day. The weaponry in his car included a 9 mm pistol in the glove box, a 357 revolver in the console, and a 12 gauge sawed off double barrel behind the front seat. Having all the weaponry gave him sense of superiority. He could kill someone if they bothered him too much! With the car loaded with photography gear he had to move the 357 from the console and the 12 gauge from behind the front seat to the trunk but so what? He still had the pistol in the glove box. After dropping off the kid at the day care at 930 they headed out with map in hand.

 

After entering the GPS info on Susan’s smart phone they set out on their treasure hunt. A little after 1120 they found what they thought was the right farm from the sign on the mail box. After stopping on the road so they could see the house, Susan used the binoculars. She noted the barn on the other side. 10 minutes after stopping she spotted their victims, Karine and David, on the porch.

 

“There’s David. And there’s Karine. Looks like they are making out. She’s rubbing herself all over him. Disgusting.”

 

Jerry thought,

 

Hardly.

 

She has better tits than you by far. I would love to have her pushing those against me..

 

Susan continued to study the situation. She told Jerry about what she thought they should do next,

 

“There are woods to the east and west of the house. In some spots, the edge of the woods to the east are over 400 yards or so from the house so we will be hard to be seen from the house. The west woods are over 1 ½ miles from the house. So, it looks like we should make our way to the edge of the woods to the east of the house and take our pictures from there.”

 

A quick study of the GPS showed it wasn’t too far from the west side of the three lakes to the west side of the woods to the east of the farmhouse. They drove to the west side of the lakes and decided that between the north side of the small lake and the south side of the lake just to the north would be a good spot to leave the car. From there they would walk to the west side of the east woods and get the evidence they were after.

 

With camera and phones in hand they headed out toward the farm house. With no hats, water, food, or decent hiking gear, they were taking a beating from the brambles and thick brush.

 

Susan’s sentiment was wrapped up in two sentences,

 

“Damn it! We are going to make those two pay for putting me through this shit!”

 

2 hours later they were in the woods east of the house. From there they could get some good pictures both with the camera and the smart phones. Susan hid in the woods out of sight. Karine was just coming back out on the porch. She could see Karine even without the glasses now. With the binoculars, she could make out the details.

 

“Her blouse is out now. From the looseness of her blouse, the smudged lipstick, and the messed up hair I think she has just been fucked. I hope it was worth it you whore.”

 

Jerry told her to pass him the glasses.

 

“What for? Just take the pictures, you dork.”

 

“I know you would fuck her in a minute if you could. Maybe when we confront her with the evidence you can get that from her too. It’s fine with me. Fuck her silly for all I care. I figure you have never figured out how to realy treat a woman. The only way you get any is to beg for it and then you get some so that you will shut up. Maybe I will make David fuck me too you fucking loser!”

 

Jaw set, Jerry snapped away. He had taken over 20 pictures of Karine by herself. David had just come to the porch.

 

Jerry’s thoughts resumed,

 

Naked to his waist and shoes off.

 

Yep!

 

They probably just finished. I wonder how many times they’ve already fucked?

 

Karine was hugging David. 9 more pictures. Now Karine was unzipping his pants. As she took his dick out and started jacking him off, Jerry felt himself getting hard. 12 more pictures. Jerry wondered if he was going to cum. David lay on the hammock. Karine lay down on top of him sucking him off as he licked her clitoris and stimulated her G spot.

 

“Holy shit!” Jerry had stopped taking pictures. He told Susan, “Take some pictures with the phone. I want to watch this show.”

 

Susan happily snapped away. She would use those pictures to get Karine and David to do whatever she wanted and she would enjoy calling Karine a cheap slut and easy fuck.

 

It was after 330 when they decided to return to the car. As they walked back they boasted about how smart they were and how they would crush those 2 losers.

 

The prisoners had been exploring their new surroundings when they found the Beckers’ car. A few minutes with some of the wire and the lock was picked. Along with the pistol from the glove box they opened the trunk, found the revolver, a partial box of 357 wad cutters, and the 12 gauge. Now they needed some money and credit cards and they would be set to resume their escape. After closing the car back up so it looked locked they took their positions to ambush whoever had come there in the car. Oliver sat in the rear with the 9 mm pistol. Terence hid in the woods at the edge of the clearing with the 357 and Marius hid in the woods on the opposite side with the sawed off 12 gauge. As the Becker’s loud talk got louder and louder they prepared to spring the trap.

 

“I am realy hungry. I hope we can find a burger joint or something.”

 

“Me too.”

 

“Not too long and we will be enjoying some good steaks with some of the money we get from the sweet hearts.”

 

As the Beckers entered the clearing, Terence was first to step out of the east side woods. He still had his prison garb on. Jerry decided to haul ass and started to make a run for it. He stopped as soon as Marius stepped out from the west side.

 

Jerry yelled to Susan to make a run for the car. As they opened the car door Oliver sat up and they stopped short. They were trapped with their own three guns leveled at them.

 

“If it’s money you want you are welcome to what we have,” Susan offered.

 

Oliver was out of the car now. “Put all the money, your phones, keys, your credit cards, and anything else you have on the trunk.”

 

Shaking like a leaf, Susan took her phone and keys and put them on the trunk.

 

“Look man. We didn’t do anything to you,” Jerry pleaded. “If you want her, take her. She’s pretty much a bitch as far as I’m concerned.”

 

“Just put the goddamn stuff on the trunk you sniveling shit. You’re our prisoner now so shut the fuck up before I put a bullet between your eyes.”

 

After putting his keys and valuables on the trunk Oliver picked up the money and keys and put them in Susan’s purse. He knew if he left them out Terence and Marius would want a cut. He looked at the camera. It seemed expensive but with the long distance lens it was too big to fit in the purse so he left it out on top of the car.

 

Jerry’s last hope was to use his phone.

 

“You got a phone?” Oliver asked.

 

“No”, came Jerry’s reply.

 

“Lean against the trunk with your legs spread.”

 

In less than 20 seconds, Oliver’s pat down found the phone.

 

“You ain’t too smart are you fat boy. One more stunt like that and you are dead.”

 

Jerry wanted to make a deal, “I can help you guys!”

 

“How dick head?”

 

“You fucking assholes!”, Jerry screamed as loud as he could. “I’m gonna call the police. And when I do it will have your asses.”

 

Terence didn’t take too lightly to being threatened and stepped in,

 

“I tell you what bright boy. Let’s go talk in the woods there. Maybe we can make a deal. You walk ahead.”

 

Jerry was impressed with himself.

 

Cool!

 

I’m gonna make it out of this alive!

 

And maybe I’ll get rid of my bitchy wife!

 

I’ll use the pictures to get Karine in bed and fuck her brains out.

 

After 4 steps, he found out how deadly wrong he was.

 

Terence’s shot was accurate and fatal. The slug lifted Jerry completely off the ground and he fell to the ground face first like the trunk of a dead tree as blood, skin, bone, and brains exploded out of the baseball size hole that had just been blasted in the front of Jerry’s face.

 

“357 wad cutters. Not as good as hollow points but it’s a great caliber. One of the best for killing ever made.”

 

Terence continued his boast. “That was a good shot. He never saw it coming. You told him to shut the fuck up but no.”

 

Susan’s couldn’t believe what had just happened. She screamed.

 

“What now?

 

“What have you done?”

 

“Shut up bitch and pull yourself together or you’ll get worse.”

 

What could be worse?

 

Oliver was asking the questions now.

 

“Now if you are calmed down and you can give me some answers you might make it out of this alive. As far as I can tell you are only out an asshole of a husband right now.

 

“First, what are you two doing here?”

 

“We came here to get some pictures.”

 

“Of what? There’s nothing here except scrubby trees and grass.”

 

Marius had retrieved Susan’s phone from her purse.

 

“Show me the pictures you were taking.”

 

Susan flipped through the pictures on the phone. She tried to pass off some of her kid at a birthday party.

 

Marius tone hardened,

 

“Do you have a kid with you? No.

 

“Do you look like you have been to a birthday party? No.

 

“You got at least one more chance to show me the pictures you were taking. Do you think I’m stupid?”

 

“No I don’t think anyone is stupid. Okay. Here are the pictures. Now will you let me go?” she pleaded.

 

“Show me how to go from one picture to the next. And if you try to trick me again you will regret it.”

 

As he moved from picture to picture he let the others know what he was seeing. “Those are some hot photos. That chick is a hottie.

 

“Are more pictures on the camera?”

 

“Yes but I don’t know how to work the camera. It belonged to my late husband, the man you just shot.”

 

“Okay. Next question. Where are these folks that you can walk back from taking these pictures?”

 

“Go west from here about two hours. To the west of the edge of the woods is an old farm house. That’s where they are.”

 

“Cool!

 

“Well honey, those pictures have me hot. Take off your clothes!

 

“Grab that blanket and lets you and us have a little love fest. What do you say?”

 

“I say let’s do it! It won’t be the first time I’ve taken care of a bunch of guys.”

 

“I’ll bet it ain’t.

 

“Now get yourself down there on that blanket. Make yourself comfortable. It’s going to be a rough ride.

 

“With your cunt in the air waiting for me to fuck you, you ain’t too bad looking bitch. This shouldn’t take long.”

 

After entering her, he let the others know, “She’s a little loose but she has a good fat pussy. Not too bad.”

 

Finished he got up.

 

“Keep yourself down there. Terence, Oliver, and me are buddies. They haven’t had any in a long time and you can take care of them too. And I’m gonna want another round.”

 

Oliver was next. Finished he withdrew.

 

Terence told her to lay on her stomach. As he entered her asshole she screamed.

 

“You could use some lube you prick! We have some in the car glove box.”

 

“Oliver get me some lube,” Terence ordered.

 

“I want to show her I know how to treat a fine lady like her!”

 

With an extra shot of lube, he reentered her. “Now ain’t that better?”

 

“Yes it is,” she answered.

 

“Thanks.”

 

“Damn! You guys should try her asshole.”

 

Oliver thought to himself

 

Those two are nuts. And not too bright. They just killed one. We could death for this.

 

The purse has the keys and money. They got two guns and I got one. If I shoot Terence with the pistol I can escape.

 

They will probably want to fuck her again. I’ll wait until Terence is fucking her again and make Marius drop the shotgun. I should be able to take off in the car and leave them behind before they can stop me.

 

“Marius! It’s your turn again.”

 

“I’m good for now. Go ahead and have another turn.”

 

“Okay bitch. Let’s see if you can give good head. On your knees.” Terence ordered.

 

Susan protested. “You just fucked me in the ass. Now you want me to suck your shit covered dick?”

 

“Shut up and suck. And you better make it good.”

 

Tasting her own crap as she started, she thought she should just bight his dick. As he pushed it all the way into her mouth, she clamped her teeth down as hard as she could.

 

The blow from the revolver cut a gash in her scalp. Combined with the vile thought of her own shit in her mouth, she threw up on Terence. His reflex reaction was automatic. The 357 slug hit her in the middle of her forehead and exited the back of her neck just below the base of her skull. She sprawled on the ground like a bucket of wet sand. Terence fell on the ground moaning.

 

Oliver saw that he was laying on the ground holding his aching cock with both hands and made his way to the driver’s side of the car. With the purse and keys ready he jumped in, cranked it up, slammed it in gear, and gunned it. He crouched as low as he could in the seat.

 

Marius unloaded the two rounds from the shotgun at the driver’s side. With the shortened barrel, they had little accuracy beyond 20 yards. Terrence wasn’t able to get off a shot until the car was over 30 yards away and moving fast. With a freshly bitten dick his aim wasn’t the best. He got off three rounds. Two hit the air. The remaining round passed through the trunk and penetrated the gas tank below the fill spout.

 

Oliver was pleased with himself.

 

“I just need to get back to a big road and head out. It looks like I got a pretty full tank, money, and credit cards. Those two aren’t going to be calling to report the car missing anytime soon.”

 

He had been driving for about 10 minutes and had just entered Jermyn. It seemed crowded so he turned east, came to 1191, and headed south. 10 minutes more and he had reached Bryson. He couldn’t believe the reading on the fuel gauge. It was down to just over half a tank. He got out and smelled gasoline.

 

Fuck!

 

I can’t go back.

 

I need to find a gas station and change clothes.

 

He had the option to go east or west on 380. It looked like a good size road. To the west it looked too built up so he headed east. 12 minutes later he saw the distance marker showing 4 more miles to Jacksboro. He had been so close to freedom. Maybe he could make it to a gas station. The car was out of gas. 75 yards ahead was a gas station. Maybe he could get fueled up and continue without being seen. The car coasted to a stop on the way up the drive to the self-service pumps. He set the brake, took off his prison garb, and took off away from the station. The sight of a man dressed only in underwear carrying a weapon walking away from a gas station close to a state run correctional facility could not go unnoticed. A local cop car swung around and approached him from the rear.

 

“You walking down the road carrying a gun.

 

“Back up is on the way. Soon there will be 4 high caliber weapons aimed by expert marksmen at you.

 

“Unless you are just set on dying right now, drop the gun, get on your knees, and don’t move.

 

“And by the way, you look ridiculous walking down the road carrying a gun in your underwear.”

 

40 minutes later, he was being led into the prison welcoming center.

 

Another 30 and he was being led to a new cell. The cat calls were enough to make him wish he had made a different choice.

 

“Hey dumbass! How far did you go?”

 

“What now? Do I get to fuck you next?”

 

Terence and Marius talked over their plans.  Before they headed out Terence wanted to go to the lake to wash his freshly bitten dick. They walked to the lake and got in. Refreshed they talked over their plan. They would go to the farm house, rob the couple, and steal the vehicles in the pictures. Their next decision was when to get going. It was already getting dark and they didn’t know the way. Their plan was to wait until first light, hike to the farm house, and then get a vehicle to continue their escape.

 

Sunday David and Karin were up and going by 630. After their morning shower treat they were headed to the practice range by 800.

 

It was after 900 by the time Marius and Terence managed to get going. At 1115 they were at the edge of the woods east of the farmhouse. They could see the vehicles. It didn’t seem like anyone was at the house. Once they got to the porch Terence picked up a coffee mug sitting on the porch floor. It still had a little coffee in the bottom but it was already cold. He said that it looked to him that someone had been there on the porch recently, used the coffee cup to break a window next to the door, and after breaking a big enough opening stepped through the window. After opening the door, Marius joined him and they went through the house.

 

In the master bed room closet they found the 308 but no ammo. They split up and looked for cartridges. On the top shelf of the coat closet Terence found a box of 308 cartridges.

 

Terence was elated. With the 308, he could command and control the situation. He loaded the magazine with 5 rounds and inserted the magazine in the rifle.

 

David and Karine were at the top of the ravine, saw Marius walking out of the barn to the house, and then saw Terence show him the 308. It looked like he also had a big bore revolver and Marius had a sawed off double barrel shotgun. David’s and Karine’s vehicles were on the east side of the house next to the porch.

 

Once they had made their way back to the bottom of the ravine they put their plan together. The first decision was to fight or flee. Karine said she was not about to be intimidated by a couple of convicts but that if David thought they had no or little chance she would be okay with flight. David said he felt the same way and that if they could get the element of surprise on their side they had a good chance. He also told Karine that it might get scary but as long as they could keep their wits about them they would be okay. Karine put her arms around David and kissed him.

 

“That was for luck. Now we need to execute.”

 

They planned their attack. Further to the east along the ravine behind the barn was another path to the top. After reaching the top behind the barn, David snuck up to the barn’s rear door, went inside, and hid in an animal stall in the middle of the barn behind some of the sharecropper’s equipment. Karine waited the 25 minutes David had indicated and walked to the barn. Marius yelled to Terence.

 

“We got a visitor. It’s show time.”

 

Karine turned her head to show that she had just become aware of his presence. Now it was her task to draw him inside. She struggled long enough with the barn door to show she was nervous, opened the it, and went inside. To draw Marius into the clear area of the barn she went to the office door and pretended to be struggling with opening the door.

 

“And where do you think you are going?

 

“I think it’s time for you and me to get friendly. Real, real friendly.

 

“I saw the pictures of you getting fucked.

 

“Why don’t you start by doing a strip tease for me. Nice, hot, and slow.”

 

Marius was pointing the 12 gauge at Karine. David lifted the nock to his cheek, raised the tip above Marius’s head, and lowered the tip until it was aimed a little below Marius’s near shoulder.

 

Marius never knew what hit him. Three razor sharp edges of a hunting arrow tip sliced through the triceps of his right arm, entered his chest below the triceps, and cut through lungs and heart before smashing against his rib cage. The impact knocked him off his feet. It was an instant kill.

 

Terence saw that the barn door was open. Karine dropped the bow, picked up the 12 gauge, and ran to David. Together they opened the barn’s rear door and left just as Terence was entering the barn’s front door. He ran to the rear door and went outside in time to see David headed west and Karine headed east. He saw that Karine was carrying the shotgun but knew that unless she had found some shells it was most likely no threat and concluded that David was the bigger threat.

 

David had gone to the closest path down to the ravine. He planned to go along the bed further west, then come up to the top, and circle around the house to meet up with Karine east of the house. Terence followed David and found the first path. When he saw that the path was going down to the ravine he suspected that further to the west there might be another path. He went further along the top of the bank, found the second path, and hid in some heavy brush. 15 minutes later he saw David step onto the bank and told him to stay put.

 

“I got you now.

 

“Don’t do nothing unless I tell you.”

 

David was looking down the barrel of the 357 and Terence still had the 308 slung across his shoulder.

 

“Now, I need some car keys.

 

“So why don’t you walk ahead of me back to the house and get those for me?”

 

Karine had run to the closest edge of the east woods and could see that David was walking in front of Terence with the revolver pointed at him. She made her way to the east side of the barn and moved around the outside of the barn to the rear door. Once inside she made sure that she had a clear view of the area between the barn and the house, strung the bow, and fitted an arrow on the string.

 

She could hear David and Terence approaching.

 

“You got one chance. If you got keys give them to me. If you don’t or can’t you ain’t worth anything to me and I’ll shoot your ass.”

 

David said he didn’t have the keys. As Terence was taking aim at David with the 357, Karine was preparing to shoot. She took a deep breath, pulled the nock to her cheek, and as the tip came into alignment a little below Terence’s right shoulder released.

 

The tip struck Terence’s right shoulder as he pulled the trigger. Even though it was only a target arrow, the strike was enough to throw the slug off so that it hit David in the calf muscle of his right leg. Terence yelled in pain.

 

“God damn it.”

 

Terence ran inside the barn as Karine was leaving through the rear door, then ran to the rear door, and went behind the barn in time to see that Karine was headed toward the eastern woods. He chambered a round in the 308, took aim through the scope, and squeezed. Nothing. He looked at the trigger. It wouldn’t budge. Then he noticed that the bolt hadn’t completed seated. He tried to push the bolt in to chamber the round. It wouldn’t budge and the harder he pushed, the more the cartridge became jammed in the chamber. Disgusted, he dropped the rifle to the ground and headed off in the direction Karine had gone. He still had the 357, she only had a bow, a sawed off shotgun with no shells, and he still had the upper hand.

 

David took off his belt, tied it tight around his leg, limped to the back of the barn, and got the 308. He saw that the bolt hadn’t completely chambered the round. It was the same problem he had when trying his brother’s reloads. The slug hadn’t been seated deeply enough in the casing. With the 308, compound bow, and arrows he climbed to the loft, went to loading door on the rear of the barn used for hay, and opened it enough to have a clear view from the woods east of the barn to the ravine to the west. He could see Karine hiding in the middle of the rows of corn in the garden 125 yards away and that Terence was headed toward the garden.

 

From this distance, the 308 was the key. David looked at the scope. He couldn’t tell if it had been knocked off but was confident that the open sights were still on. 125 yards was well within his capability to make a good shot without the scope. He loosened the mounting screws and dropped the scope on a bale of hay. To clear the jam, he did what he had done before. After removing the magazine, he pulled the bolt back leaving the cartridge jammed in the chamber, broke off the tip of a target arrow, and used the blunt end to push the cartridge free of the chamber. Once he had replaced the oversize cartridges with fresh ones he put the magazine back in and chambered a round.

 

It had taken almost 10 minutes to clear the jam, take off the scope, and replace the cartridges. He looked toward the garden and could see that Karine was standing with Terence aiming the revolver at her. She had dropped the bow and the shotgun. It looked like he had told her to do a strip tease. She had already taken her shirt off and moved her hands behind her back to undo her bra.

 

Terence slipped his pants down and started jerking himself off. After 30 seconds, he pointed to his cock and holding it in his hand motioned for Karine to come suck him off.

 

Karine was more aligned with Terence than David wanted. He wished he had the scope still on. But he didn’t see any alternative. He bit down on the slug of one of the oversize cartridges, took a deep breath, and exhaled while squeezing the trigger. The 150 grain hollow point slug slammed into the back of Terence’s head a little off center between the tops of his ear lobes. His head rocked forward and then jerked back like a bobble head puppet as pieces of tongue, nose, mouth, and eyes exploded off his face engulfing Karine in a sticky red cloud. Karine reached the closest of the eastern trees in less than 90 seconds before she stumbled, stopped with her chest heaving, and gulped in air. It suddenly hit her what had happened.

 

I can’t think of any other explanation.

 

David!

 

David did that!

 

He saw what was going on and killed the guy!

 

David looked for Karine. He didn’t see her and was worried that she had been hurt. David limped to the ladder, used his arms and his good leg to lower himself to the ground, and crawled on all fours to the porch. His leg hurt bad and he wondered if it was broken. He turned around and climbed the steps one butt lift at a time. By the time he had managed to climb the steps, Karine had reached the bottom of the stairs. She took the stairs 2 and 3 at a time, ran to David, threw her arms around him almost knocking him down, and buried her head in his chest. What had started as a peaceful happy Sunday had escalated into a tense fight to the death duel culminating in the death of two hardened prison escapees. But they had prevailed and David’s arms around her released her built-up terror in a tidal wave. She was crying, trembling, and shaking so hard she could barely gasp in a breath of air. He held her as tightly as he could hoping to help her calm down, kissed her cheeks, and ran his fingers across her scalp and back of her neck to try to relax her. His own leg ached and his heart pounded like a bass drum.

 

She tore off her clothes, used her bra, jeans, and panties to wipe her face, led him to the hammock, and yanked his hand to her breasts. With all the extra adrenaline and being almost emotionally wound up to the breaking point himself the sight of Karine’s naked body lying there and the feel of her breasts hit him like a lightning bolt. He was instantly so rock hard that he had to unzip his fly and unbutton the waistband to push his pants down. She was already so wet that he turned her sideways on the hammock, lifted her butt, and penetrated her in a single thrust to start fucking her with one of the most swollen erections he had ever had. 14 thrusts after initial penetration she came in a series of over 30 vaginal contractions spread out over more than 45 seconds and he came inside her so hard that the muscles on the bottom of his feet twitched. After 21 more thrusts, she came again. He continued to push inside her for over 30 minutes and came inside her with the second most semen draining ejaculations of his life. Emotionally exhausted they fell asleep on the hammock with her head resting on his chest.

 

About 3 pm they heard a car driving up the gravel road, got out of the hammock, and went inside to put their clothes on. David could see that it was a Texas Ranger in a marked vehicle pulling up next to their vehicles. He limped out onto the porch and sat on the top of step. The ranger stopped at the foot of the stairs and started telling him why he was there beginning with the prison break on Friday.

 

“Three convicts escaped on Friday from the state jail in Jacksboro.”

 

David held up his hand and stopped him.

 

“Before you go on I think I should tell you what has gone down here at the farm today.”

 

Karine had cleaned herself up a bit and came out with two glasses of water with ice. The ranger looked closely at her. Her eyes were red and her cheeks seemed flushed. He wondered if she had been crying and if David had beaten her or something. She gave a glass to the ranger and went back inside to get water for herself. David told the ranger that he wanted to wait until she came back to join them before he continued. Once she had come back to the porch she asked David how his leg felt. David said it was okay enough to talk. The ranger’s attention was focused on the two of them, listening intently to what they were saying. He asked David about his leg. David said he would get to it but it didn’t hurt right then and he would try to finish while he felt okay. The ranger asked Karine if she had been crying. She said she had and that he would understand after they told him about the day.

 

David went through the events as best he could remember them pausing from time to time to ask Karine if he was leaving anything out. Once in a while, Karine would add something that David hadn’t been witness to or respond to the ranger’s questions. When he had finished telling the ranger about killing the first convict with a hunting arrow, the ranger asked him to take him to see for himself. David told him that his leg hurt after being shot and that a lot of walking was something he preferred to not do until someone looked at his leg. The ranger asked David,

 

“Do you want me to look at your leg? In this line of work, I’ve seen quite a few gunshot wounds?”

 

David answered him,

 

“That’s probably a good idea.”

 

The ranger looked at David’s leg and told him it didn’t look too bad but suggested that he get it looked at as soon as possible.

 

“Before you go with Karine to see the body, I think I need to finish telling you about the day while I still can.”

 

After David finished telling about getting shot, retrieving the 308, witnessing Terence’s attempted rape of Karine, killing Terence, and then making his way to the porch he told the ranger that he didn’t think there was much left to tell from his side but that Karine might have some things to add from her side. Karine told the ranger about luring Marius into the trap, shooting Terence with a target arrow, Terence’s attempted rape, her run to the woods, and then coming back to the porch.

 

The ranger asked Karine to take him to see the bodies. Standing over Marius’s corpse the ranger spotted Susan’s cell phone. Back at the porch, the ranger flipped through the pictures, gave Susan’s phone to David, and called the medical examiner and coroner to come out.

 

While Karine took the ranger to see Terence’s body David flipped through the pictures. In addition to the pictures he also found a recent GPS read out showing the route from the office building in Fort Worth to the farm.

 

When Karine and the ranger came back he was carrying the sawed off 12 gauge, the 357, and Karine was carrying her bloody shirt and the bow. The ranger told him that given the circumstances it was a heck of a shot to have made with Karine so close.

 

After Karine finished telling a few last things that had happened that David may not have witnessed the ranger told them there were a few last things they needed to know.

 

“The third convict was caught Saturday after he ran out of gas just outside of Jacksboro. After all that he did, he wound up only a few miles from where he started, and he’s now back in jail waiting for arraignment. The reason I came here today is that inside the car map pocket, we found a map from an office building in Fort Worth to this farm. I used it just now to come here. We checked the car registration and found it registered to Jerry and Susan Becker. Susan Becker is the person the phone is registered to.

 

“We don’t know where the Beckers are. They dropped their kid off on Saturday at day care and never came back. Since the phone is registered to Susan Becker and there is the map, she has probably been around here recently. I would like to bring in a couple of dogs to see if she has. Is that all right with you?

 

And if you want, I will ask the prison doctor in Jacksboro to come out and he can take a look at your leg. ”

 

David replied,

 

“I think bringing the dogs is a great idea. I looked at the photos on the phone. I think they were taken from the west side of the woods east of the porch. And you may not have noticed that there is a GPS read out for getting from the office building we work at in Fort Worth to this farm.

 

“And I would realy appreciate the prison doctor coming out to look at my leg. It’s starting to ache realy badly.

 

“One last thing though.

 

“This one is kind of delicate. We are married but not to each other. Is there any way for us not have our names blasted all over the news on this?”

 

The ranger told them that all they needed to do was to write out the events as they had just told them to him. He, the doctor, and the people coming for the convicts’ bodies could witness them signing the documents. Anything further could probably be handled without them and if need be they could come out and deal with everything discretely.

 

Karine and David wrote out their statements. Once the doctor, medical examiner, and coroner arrived they signed their statements, had them witnessed, and took pictures of the statements with their phones.

 

While the doctor worked on David’s leg, the ranger and the handler worked the dogs. At the edge of the woods, the dogs picked up a scent and led them to the Beckers’ bodies.

 

When the ranger returned to the farmhouse he told David and Karine that he had found two bodies and a camera with a long distance lens to the east next to a lake and asked them to go with him to make an identification. Once they and the ranger had gone to the lakes area David and Karine identified the bodies as Susan and Jerry Becker. The ranger notified the medical examiner and coroner that there were two more bodies and sent them the GPS info. David said he could detect a fairly strong burnt wood smell, that he thought a fire had burned close very recently, and asked the ranger if he could snoop around a bit. He followed the burnt wood smell and saw the spot where a fire had been built and a spit assembled. Near the spit he found some bones of a small animal with a little flesh still on them. He told the ranger about smelling something Saturday morning from the farm house when the wind was blowing from the east and now he thought it was probably the prisoners cooking something on a spit over the fire. As the ranger was taking them back to the farm house he asked David if he knew whose land the lakes were on. David said the farm included the lakes to the east. The ranger gave David the camera.

 

“As far as I am concerned the camera and the phone were found on your land and are yours to use however you please.”

 

Back at the farmhouse the ranger handed David the map.

 

“You said that you found a GPS entry directing someone how to get here from an office building in Fort Worth. Do you recognize the cell phone number?”

 

David turned to Karine.

 

“Would you get the map I gave you from your car?”

 

After Karine came back with the map David had given her she showed it to the ranger.

 

“That’s a copy of the map David put on my desk in the office. Here is the original. It’s his cell phone number.”

 

The ranger gave the copy of the map to Karine and told them that he didn’t see that he needed to take up any more of their time and gave them his contact information in case they needed to get in touch with him. As for having their names kept out of the news he told them not to worry. He felt that what David and Karine had done was in complete self-defense and the state of Texas should give them a commendation if anything for getting rid of two crappy criminals and sparing the state the expense of a trial and execution. After working for the state as a ranger for over 24 years, the state Attorney General, county district attorney’s office, state prison authorities, and he were on very good terms. They would do what was necessary to protect their privacy.

 

It was after 600 when the ranger left. It had been quite a Sunday. David told Karine that he thought they should get things tied up and go back to the city. Karine said it was already late and unless he was hurting she wanted their visit to end in a more pleasant way. David was a little loopy from the pain killers the doctor had given him and said that he didn’t think he should be driving just then anyway. While Karine made the salmon on the grill, corn on the cob, and green peas David made a list of things to wrap up around the place after their visit. He went down the list:

  • Repair broken window.
  • Clean 308.
  • Get a new box of cartridges for 308.
  • Sight in the scope on the 308.
  • Leave note about brother’s reloads.
  • Move bicycles from lakes to barn.
  • Close-up barn.
  • General policing.

 

 

After supper, David wrapped his leg in plastic and against the doctor’s advice about mixing alcohol and pain killers walked across the deck to the hot tub with two glasses of red wine. He did heed the doctor’s advice to keep from immersing his leg completely and took a seat on the top edge of the deck with his good leg in the tub. Karine walked out of the master bedroom onto the deck naked. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and could have looked at her for hours but from the chill bumps all over her, her contracted areolas, and her erect nipples he knew it was too cold for her to stay out of the hot tub much longer.

 

Any harder and those tips could pop off and kill someone.

 

“Get in the water before you catch cold and your nipples could pop killing someone. I’ve already been shot once today.”

 

Karine looked down at her nipples and laughed as she walked down into the warm water.

 

“Too bad, I couldn’t have popped one off at one of the convicts today. It would have been funny to see the surprised look when one of them got killed by a flying nipple tip.”

 

She sat down next to him on the seat, took the glass of red wine he extended to her, and took a sip.

 

David said,

 

“Red wine. Soaking in warm water. A quiet evening with nothing but night sounds. What is missing?”

 

“Not much.

 

“Thank you for coming this week end.

 

“I am realy sorry that you got so frightened today.”

 

Karine replied,

 

“I came here of my own free will.

 

“And I am still here of my own free will.

 

“What do you think Susan and Jerry Becker were up to?”

 

“Probably blackmail or extortion.

 

“Of us.”

 

“Do you think they got what they deserved?”

 

“I don’t think they deserved to be killed. But what happened to them was the result of their own attempt to do something ugly. I figure their own greed probably caused them to put themselves in danger. And they paid the price.”

 

“But we didn’t deserve to be threatened and fighting for our survival either. And that was the result of their actions. And if they were still alive, I would not forgive them for that.

 

“You can’t control peoples attempts to do bad things.

 

“I am just so grateful that you are so capable with the bow and a rifle.

 

“We probably need to talk about what we are going to say if we are asked back in the office about the Beckers.”

 

“I don’t know why someone at the office should ask us about them. As far as I’m concerned, I have no real evidence of what happened to those two people. The pictures are just pictures. Do you think we should keep them?”

 

“I think I would like to. This is a week end to remember and I may want to prove to myself that it actually took place.

 

“We can put them on a stick drive and lock it down with a strong password.”

 

“I think I would like to do the same thing and then delete the ones on the phone and the camera.”

 

“That sounds smart.”

 

“You and I were here this week end. But that’s nobody’s business but ours.

 

“As for the Beckers, it is not our responsibility and I have no actual knowledge to clarify what happened to them. So, someone else’s speculation is just as valid as mine.

 

“And I am very grateful that you were willing to learn to shoot with the recurve and became so capable so quickly. The shot you made to hit the guy holding the revolver on me was nothing short of remarkable. One for how well you did it. And two for the circumstances under which you made it.”

 

“I am a very happy that I learned how to do something to protect someone. I think I would like to continue to learn to shoot with the bow. Maybe you could continue to teach me?”

 

“By all means.

 

“Do you think you might like to hunt?”

 

“I think I do.”

 

“We’ll look into getting what you need when we get back to the city?”

 

“I am getting realy sleepy.

 

“Can we go to bed soon?”

 

“I think that’s a great idea.

 

“I’m ready if you are.”

 

It had gotten a good bit colder while they were in the tub. After they got inside the house, they went to the shower and cleaned up. Clean, dry, warm, relaxed, and just a little intoxicated, Karine lay her head on his chest and closed her eyes. He listened as her breathing slowed and became a steady rhythm. It was so relaxing to hear her sleeping peacefully that he fell asleep with her head on his chest.

 

About 600, Karine woke up. She felt David sleeping next to her.

 

Maybe he would like a wake-up call?

 

She reached behind her, pulled his hips tight against her butt, and wiggled her butt against his crotch.

 

With some of the effects of the pain killers and wine still in his system he was still practically asleep but the sudden feel of Karine’s warm butt pressing against his soft penis and her warm nipples brushing against his hands were enough stimulation for him to respond. Her nightshirt was loose enough that he lifted it over her head, tossed it on the top of the quilt, pulled her butt against him, and began gliding the tip along the inside lip. She wanted him inside her and moved her pelvis for him to enter her. He lifted her butt to move the tip to her vaginal opening and penetrated her with three short thrust and pause combinations. To feel her butt pressed against him while her vagina held his penis inside her, he pulled her butt back toward him with one hand and pushed her chest forward with the other. He had been in her for about 30 seconds and moved his hand from her back to her breasts. He was about to tell Kathy how good she felt this morning when he squeezed one of Karine’s breasts. Unless she had added at least a cup size, gotten a hotter, firmer ass, and a tighter pussy overnight this was not Katherine! He suddenly became fully away, realized where he was, and who he was with.

 

He threw the covers down so he could watch Karine’s butt as they fucked. Each time he pushed into her, her ass would jiggle. He loved to watch a woman’s tits jiggle as he fucked her and switched positions to stand on his knees with his thighs straddling her bottom leg and her torso turned so that she was lying flat on her back facing him. Each time he completed a penetration her nipples lifted and fell in a loop. The stronger the penetration, the bigger the loop. He wanted so see just how big a loop he could make with her nipples and started thrusting about as hard as he could.

 

The increased power of his thrusts was not being lost on just moving her nipples in a loop. She moved her hands to his ass and pulled him into her to reach orgasm with a series of 18 contractions lasting over 30 seconds. He wasn’t finished and stood fully upright next to the bed, swung her around sideways, lifted her legs and hips, and penetrated her. She quickly reached her second orgasm. When he felt the first few compressions squeezing his penis from all sides he came in her with a series of 5 powerful contractions that ended just as her orgasm was finishing.

 

After a shower and breakfast, he did a look around. There were some things he had to take care of and asked her if she wanted to go to town with him to buy some things. She asked him if he thought he needed her help. He told her that it might take him a little longer with his leg but it no longer hurt badly and he could take care of things by himself. She asked him if he would like to come to dinner at her house that evening and if he did she would go back and start making lasagna. About 1000 he was back at the farm with a new box of 308 cartridges and a new pane of glass.

 

A little before 300 he headed back to Fort Worth. After going by his house to drop off things from the week end he called Katherine to touch base. She was enjoying her visit and asked him about his week end at the farm. He told her it had been moderately eventful.

 

That evening he got to Karine’s house about 630. She had some modern jazz playing softly and had put out a couple of candles. After dinner, they sat in the den on the brown leather sofa talking. Karine asked him if he had any regrets about their week end.

 

“About the only regret I have is that it’s over. Do you?”

 

“I have the same regret. Do you want to try getting together from time to time?”

 

“Yes I do.”

 

“I do too. One concern I have is hurting Mark. And you probably have the same concern about Katherine.”

 

“With the intensity of all that went on this week end, it is going to be a very long time until I forget anything about it.

 

“We’re big kids.

 

“Why don’t we agree on this? If either of us gets uncomfortable to continue getting together in anything beyond a professional capacity, we will not have to explain or defend a decision to discontinue any other aspect of our relationship to the other.”

 

“I think that’s a good thing for us to agree on. But I know that I’ll probably be hurt if I think it is because of me and not because of something else.

 

“But I am willing to take a chance on being hurt if it means I can continue to have a relationship with you.”

 

“And if at some time one of use decides that it would be good to make a stronger commitment to each other do you want to talk about it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

David said he thought he should go home for the night. They both had work tomorrow and probably needed to be well rested to handle any fall out that might come their way after the week end. They spent Tuesday and Wednesday by themselves in their own houses. There was a short meeting Wednesday to announce that the Beckers had been found murdered. The office took up a collection to send flowers. Karine did not contribute to the collection, said she had special feelings for the Beckers, and would send something on her own. David said he also had special feelings for the Beckers and would send something on his own. Together they made a contribution to the Texas Rangers retirement fund. The gossip around the office was that the Beckers were probably the victims of a car hijacking gone wrong. David had his leg looked at on Thursday and the doctor told him it was healing well and that he could go ahead and do anything he wanted. Friday David picked up Katherine and Karine picked up Mark and the kids.

 

Karine told Mark that she had talked to David about his week end at the farm and might like to take up bow hunting. Mark told her that he couldn’t see any attraction about going out and killing something when he could just go to the store and buy whatever he wanted but he didn’t see any reason why she couldn’t if she wanted.

 

Karine told David about Mark giving her the okay to take up bow hunting. David told her that she could use his old recurve until she felt ready to get something on her own.

 

They made plans to go to the farm a few more times before bow season for them to sharpen their skills and to work on the blinds. Three weeks after Labor Day they arranged to go to the farm to prepare for the upcoming bow season. Karine asked David if she could invite Mark and the kids to the farm. She was hoping that he would visit the farm and be bored so that he wouldn’t want to go again. Friday after work the farm house was hopping. Katherine had come with David and Karine had brought Mark and the children. David gave Mark and the childern a tour. Katherine said she had seen it all before and found it featureless and boring. Once David came back after the tour, Mark said he agreed with Katherine. He couldn’t imagine anything more boring than to be living out in the country in an old farm house with little to do except grow old.

 

Saturday Katherine said she wanted to go back to the city. Mark said he didn’t want to stay any longer either. About 830, Katherine, Mark, and the children left to return to the city to go to a new art exhibit at the museum.

 

Karine went to David and put her arms around him.

 

“That worked out better than I hoped.”

 

“I pretty much knew Kathy would want to go back to the city right away.

 

“Do you want to take a shower?”

 

“I am kind of jazzed up about the bow hunting. If it’s all right I think I would like to do that first.”

 

Karine and David packed a lunch and practiced at the range until early afternoon. Karine was quickly becoming very good with the bow. If she took her time she could make a kill shot over 40 percent of the time from 65 yards. When rushed, her percentage dropped to 25 percent at 65 yards but was 55 percent at 40 yards. David said he wanted to go look at the blinds to see what kind of shape they were in. Since they were already west of the house they looked at the four blinds and shooting lanes on that part of the farm. Some of the feeders needed a bit of maintenance and he wanted to clear out the shooting lanes. They completed clearing two of the lanes and made a list of what else was needed.

 

Late Saturday afternoon they were back on the deck off the master bed room with Karine drinking a glass of red wine and David drinking a cold beer. Karine said the hot tub looked too good to pass up and asked him if she minded her taking off her clothes to have a soak. David said the only objection was that he wanted to take her clothes off, led her to the side of the hot tub, and started taking off her shirt. While he unbuttoned her shirt, she took off his shirt and dropped it on the deck. When he opened her shirt to slip it off over her arms and saw the contrast between her dark purple bra and her white breasts he remembered the time he had seen her in the tan bra in the office. After taking off her bra and unbuttoning her jeans, he dropped the jeans to the deck and she stepped out of her jeans in matching dark purple panties with embroidered love birds descending from the outside of each hip in an intertwined swirl that ended with the birds kissing when they came together just over her clitoris. He was a little embarrassed to be wearing plain white boxer briefs. She could see he was getting hard, slid her hand down along his stomach between him and his briefs, wrapped her hand around his cock, and led him the to the edge of the hot tub. She was doing it all ad lib. After dropping her panties to the deck, she went down the step, sat on the seat, and motioned for him sit beside her.

 

“I think I am going to like bow hunting. You sure didn’t oversell how nice this all is. A great meal, red wine, a cool night, and a warm hot tub to sit in. What you didn’t tell me though is how wonderful it would be for a beautiful, capable, naked man to be sitting here in the tub next to me.”

 

“But you didn’t tell me either about how wonderful it is to be sitting here next to you either.”

 

 

She leaned over and issued her invitation.

 

“Maybe you will show me?”

 

She continued issuing her invitation to be shown: small, wet, hot kisses, touching of the areas of his body that she had found he most enjoyed having touched, and guiding his hand to touch her in the places that she had found most enjoyable for him to touch. He answered her invitation and gently nibbled her lower lip and flicked it with the tip of his tongue inviting her tongue inside. They had been together enough for him to know that she liked having her lips stimulated and would reach the point that she either didn’t want to or couldn’t resist touching the inside of his mouth with the tip of her tongue. She continued to caress, awaken, and stimulate him until he turned sideways on the seat to support his back with the plastic wedge and continued to flick the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She put her hands on his shoulders and straddled him with her legs outside of his before she slid her pelvis up until the tip was just contacting her vaginal opening and slid down to push his penis completely inside her. He put his hands on her butt and continued pushing her clitoris down against him and she continued to press down with her hands on his shoulders so that the except for the tips of her nipples barely touching his chest the only contact between their bodies was his penis inside her vagina, her hands on his shoulders, and her clitoris pressed against him. She grasped his shoulders tightly and used her back, abdominal, and chest muscles to curve her chest away from his chest and keep his penis inside her as she stimulated her clitoris with forward, back, and side to side almost imperceptible but very stimulating movements rubbing her clitoris against him. He tried thinking about something else to delay his orgasm but the stimulation was way too much. She felt the first bit of his semen enter her and let go herself with a set of compressions around his penis squeezing him from all sides for almost 30 seconds.

 

Sunday, they took a shower but skipped their shower treat so that they could get an early start fixing up the blinds. A little after mid-afternoon Karine was back in the city. Mark was watching a game on TV in the family room. Karine cooked a venison roast on the grill and prepared some Brussel Sprouts from the garden for her family’s Sunday dinner. Mark told her how good the food was and that he hoped she would kill a deer or two for their own freezer.

 

Karine’s first bow season was a success. She had taken a deer and 2 hogs. David had taken 2 deer, 1 hog, and 2 turkeys. They had the kills processed and split the harvest.

 

Mark told Karine even though he realy liked the taste of the game and was impressed with the results of her first bow hunting season he was glad that that it was over since she would have more time available for him and the kids. Karine told Mark that she had a few things left to do to help wind things down after the bow hunting season at the farm. Mark asked her what type of things needed to be done. When she finished, Mark said he would be okay with one or two more weekends.

 

The next week end at the farm, Karine told David about her conversation with Mark. David said he could wrap things up without her involvement if she needed to cut her visit short and stop coming to the farm. Karine could see that he was tense and it was making her more tense as well. She moved her hands to the back of his shoulders, pulled him to her, and kissed him with sweet inviting break the ice type kisses on his eyebrows, cheeks, and the corners of his mouth. He immediately responded by kissing her hand and gently guiding it to the back of his neck before softly lifting her chin and kissing her full on the lips as if it were their last kiss. It suddenly hit Karine.

 

It might not be our last time but this time may need to last me for a good while.

 

Now she was at a peak level of sensitivity as well. She took his hand, led him to the bed room, and patted the bed beside her signaling him to sit next to her. Feeling that this might be the last time ever with Karine, he was almost as tense as their time in the hammock after killing the second prisoner. Karine’s lips were always so full, warm, and moist. He loved kissing Karine but had never told her and pulled her cheek closer to him. He was already feeling such a sense of loss that his voice crackled with emotion and he could barely say the words even as a whisper. His voice cracked and broke as he said the words.

 

“Did I ever tell you how much I love kissing you? I will sure miss this.”

 

She didn’t want this to be an end to her relationship with David but now that the end was coming the total emotional impact of what was happening hit her full force. One of the happiest periods of her life was ending. The sadness overwhelmed her ability to resist. She had promised herself not to cry. But that promise had been made before she was forced to take any action to start ending the relationship. Slightly misty eyes quickly changed to a few tears rolling down her cheek. David felt her cheeks getting wet and wanted to comfort her. He gently stroked and softly kissed her face along her eyes and her cheeks. She pulled away from David and looked at his face. The sight of David’s red misty eyes and knowing that this might be the last time she felt his arms around her were all that was needed to trigger a full opening of her emotional floodgate. She put her arms around him and pulled him tightly against her chest. He held her tight until they stopped crying and wiped her cheeks.

 

“I needed that cry.”

 

“I did too.”

 

She pulled his cheek close to her mouth, kissed his cheek, and whispered.

 

“Will you please make love to me like never before?”

 

He put one hand on the small of her back, pulled her closer and interlocked their lips with her lower lip between his lips, and had started to pull away when she responded by putting one hand on his shoulder and her other hand on the back of his head to keep her lips pressed against his. She softly extended her tongue and licked along the bottom of his upper lip to invite him to push his tongue inside her mouth.

 

She finally broke away and began kissing and caressing his neck and shoulders as he kissed and caressed down to the top of her shirt before unbuttoning it and continuing along her breasts, belly, and waist. As she lay down on her side with her head toward one side of the bed he lay down on his side facing her with his head toward the other side. He undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties up over his head while kissing her from her navel to her clitoris then all along her labia. While he undressed her, she removed his clothes leaving him naked next to her.

 

To support her back, he pushed the pillows against the head board. She raised his upper thigh and moved her head to rest on his lower thigh and took him inside her mouth. He pushed his tongue into her vagina and began stimulating her clitoris with his fingertips. As their oral stimulation reached a plateau she gave the tip of his penis a farewell kiss and turned around on the bed to face the same direction as he was. Using her forearms to hold his leg straight up, she wrapped her legs around his leg, pushed her clitoris against him, and slid herself down along his leg enough to push his cock inside her. He could feel how wet she had become using the underside of his thigh to stimulate her clitoris and knew she was going to have an orgasm very soon. She continued rotating her hips to push her clitoris up, down, side to side, harder, and softer. As her movements slowed and she pressed even harder he knew her orgasm was only moments away. Even though he wasn’t deep inside her, he felt her push her vagina down as hard as she could and squeeze his penis with a series of contractions. After her orgasm, she let go of his leg, kissed his mouth softly, and lay down on the bed next to him to let the resolution phase carry her until her clitoris shrunk back to normal and became less sensitive.

 

He touched her breasts. They didn’t seem too sensitive so he touched her clitoris. At first she jerked back but after a little more rest she responded by kissing him, putting her hands behind his back, and rolling him over on top of her. He moved his legs outside of hers and bent his knees around her legs so that his feet were just inside her ankles. After completely penetrating her, he used his thighs to push her legs together compressing her vagina around his penis and used his legs to slide up, down, and side to side inside her. The combination of the movements rubbing and stimulating her clitoris combined with the heightened sensitivity of her clitoris quickly pushed her over the edge culminating in a second strong orgasm. She could barely move and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. It took all of her remaining energy do anything except lay there and purr.

 

“I don’t think I can do much more now than just lay here. Would you just go ahead and do whatever you want and for as long as you want? I will try but I am so spent that I might not be capable mount much of a response. If you want me to do something in particular would you tell me and I will do my best.”

 

She was already laying on her back. He put his hand underneath her knee closest to the head of the bed and lifted it so that it was resting against the pillows and slid his other hand under her other knee to slide it up increasing his access to her vagina. He penetrated her slowly in a series of five thrusts and pause breaks until he was completely inside her. Her vagina felt tighter than it had ever felt.

 

“Would you put your arms around my waist?”

 

She put her arms around his waist. He continued to slide his pelvis against hers feeling her sensitive clitoris tolerating his penetrations until he felt her respond. When she felt the first drop of semen enter her, she had a mini orgasm with three short weak contractions and when she felt the remainder of his semen enter her she came again squeezing his penis from all sides for 30 seconds. He lay down on top of her, closed his eyes, and let his own resolution phase carry him off to sleep. After they had been sleeping for an hour, Karine woke up, moved away from him, got up, and dressed. She looked at him. If she had to say good bye it may not be the most noble way but it was the best she could manage. Maybe this would be the easiest way for each of them. With her overnight bag and purse she went to her car and left. All the way back to Fort Worth she cried. Occasionally she couldn’t continue to drive, would pull over, and have herself a good cry before continuing. She needed to pull herself together before she got to Fort Worth and Mark. As she pulled into the drive at her house she was relieved to see that Mark’s car was gone. She quickly went inside, took a shower, dressed in fresh clothes, and started a load of laundry.

 

After sleeping for three more hours after Karine left David woke up. He walked to the porch and saw that her car was gone. He poured himself into wrapping things up at the farm the rest of the week end finishing up Saturday and Sunday relaxing in the hot tub remembering Karine.

 

Tuesday afternoon David participated in a meeting with one of Karine’s recently assigned clients. As the meeting wrapped up, the clients congratulated Karine for getting such a competent team assembled for their project and suggested that her team come to their plant in Chicago for a week to become familiar with their processes.

 

Karine moistened her lips and looked at David. He didn’t think she was thirsty and started remembering. It was an awful lot for a simple Texas farm boy to remember. She looked at the callouses on her fingers. It was an awful lot for a simple English girl to forget.

 


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