10 comments/ 95118 views/ 21 favorites Git Laid By: FurLove 1 Frank Frank Tattrie is unique among the unique. Frank is a wiry, long haired, bearded, six four hillbilly who always wears a Red Fox hat. You know the kind where he just skinned and cured the fox with all its parts bunched it up and put it on his head, He added two black beady glass eyes that stare at you. You don't know weather to look into Frank's eyes or the Fox. Don't mistake me. This is not a scraggly piece of rat fur but an incredibly lush and thick winter coat Red Fox in pristine shape. Frank knows everybody. More important, everybody knows Frank. Like the joke about the Pope giving audience in Vatican Square. Frank has a private audience with the Pope and he takes him out on the balcony to see the great crowd of people gathered for the blessing. A tourist turns to someone in the crowd and asks; "Who's that guy up there with Frank." Frank is a mountain man's Mountain Man, a throwback to the real thing. Frank has a part Cherokee wife who looks 100%. Black silky hair to her waist with all the features and skin except for her piercing green eyes. She also is drop-dead-gorgeous, sexy and totally devoted to Frank. He named her Red Fox for obvious reasons. Red Fox is also very smart, cleaver and self assured. She dresses 'native' with skin tight buckskins. She is always well endowed with her own Red Fox draped in the most provocative and enticing ways. A walking advertisement for Frank's business ... Furs and skins. Frank had just turned 21 and was out trapping in the woods in the height of winter with snow having fallen to record depth. Prime pelt time. He met Red Fox. She was 18 and wasn't Red Fox yet but she had been poaching for a deer. She had just put an arrow through the brain of a young buck. He dropped in his tracks. No, she didn't do it with a primitive Indian Bow and Arrow. She did it with a state-of-the-art Fred Bear Compound bow and a silent feather carbon fiber arrow. She's a deadly shot from better than a hundred yards and didn't want to attract attention by firing a gun. One second the buck is trying to scratch out a meager lunch, the next second a pile of venison chops and roasts in the snow. They instantly fell in love and Frank took her (and the buck) back to his cabin. She never left. They call it "taking a wife". Frank had just finished a magnificent Red Fox spread for his bed. In his log cabin in the winter this is a very practical item to have, him being a trapper. That night with Red Fox, hence part of the reason for her name, Frank discovered a whole other reason to have his Red Fox spread. He and Red Fox made love with the most incredible passion he had ever experienced. She, on the other hand, was a virgin. She was also instantly pregnant. "Frank, if we find making love in the furs so incredible maybe others would too?" So it was, that Frank's ... and Red Fox's business became much more than trapping and skinning. It was slow at first and they made a lot of other fur items like you see on some of the Trapper type fur sites but the demand slowly grew by word of mouth until they were making a living from mostly the fur spreads for lovers. Frank was a born trapper. His biggest problem from early on was not enough pelts for the demand. Everybody already knew his father Willard who got too tired and old for trapping. Frank was his youngest son who actually followed in his footsteps. Fortunately Frank went everywhere with his father as a boy so Frank knew everybody too. Frank never had a problem meeting demand and all his suppliers knew from the beginning that Frank was demanding of the best. They bartered and everyone knew Frank always made good on a deal. Whatever Frank needed he got, no questions asked. Good friends do that for one another. He and Red Fox were always going to Mountain Man events, Black Powder matches, Pow Wows, State Fairs, Archery Meets, Fur Trade Events and the Bluegrass Music Festivals all over the country. They were always meeting new folks and making new friends. They met common folks, famous C&W singers, politicians (they're everywhere) and many others that might seem most improbable. It is at these events where they do most of their bartering and trading. 2 Roger meets Frank One of the rare days that Frank was in town getting provisions he ran into the most improbable person that Frank would get to know and call friend. A Tall guy looking like a young JFK, dressed in a suite and tie that cost more than Frank makes in a year comes up to him and ... "Could you tell me some things about this area of the country? I'll buy you lunch." Frank looks at him like he must have either escaped from a mental ward or is really lost. The latter turned out to be true. "OK dude, you buy I'll talk." Roger Wiley is a young Madison Ave. advertising and marketing executive .. yes NYC. First time in his life he has been more than 50 miles from NYC, not counting the Hampton's, Martha's Vineyard and Long Island. They are part of NYC. 'Old Family' of course. Frank's family has only been here running around in the Carolina/Tennessee woods since the early 1700's. Frank tells him a bit about family history, oral southern hillbilly style story telling. Roger is both fascinated and baffled. Mostly by the time lines. This type of story telling could give a rip about time lines. It's all about who did what, who's related to who regardless of when and how they did it .. in no particular order. That is up to the story teller making his point. Rogers mind is spinning .. and fascinated .. so he keeps urging Frank on. Roger finally asks Frank, now that he is catching the drift of 'what' to ask .. "Frank what do you like to do?" the magic door opening question. "I'm a trapper and I make fur things." Roger is floored. This hick is a furrier ... of sorts? "What sort of things?" "Bed spreads mostly now." "There is a market for that?" Rogers area of understanding. You can see the drool. "Sur' 'nuf. Pays tha Bills." "Could I see some of these?" Frank can't say no. Southern hospitality time. "Ya might git y'ur fancy duds a bit dirty, but git in my truck and take a ride." Roger had never had an experience even close to this and all to go see some fur spreads he could probably see in "the fur district" any day of the week. Roger was about to experience "The Twilight Zone." He would call it that for years to come. They quickly left paved roads and were soon deep into the Appalachian hardwoods bouncing on narrow dirt roads up and over the hills. Frank would stop now and then, reach out the truck window and pull on a nearly invisible chord a few times. Drive some more, stop and so on. "Why are you doing that Frank?"- as he was pulling a chord. "You wouldn't wa'na git shot fer trespassin' would ya?" Finally getting to a small bridge over a stream where the woods thinned out a bit to a small meadow, Roger sees one of the most memorable sights of his life. He's unknowing he'll return may times. A modest sized log cabin that looks ancient (it is) but in wonderful and very livable condition with a new metal roof, the expensive kind. A 'newer' addition in rough board construction twice as big as the log portion with bigger windows. A couple of very small cabins of similar construction scattered about on the slope and in the woods and a small barn. Several small gardens with different crops, some with only flowers. Some fruit trees and berry bushes all over the place. A few small pens with animals, chickens, goats and a few pigs. A truly bucolic mountain home. Then rack after rack of skins drying in the sun. All kinds of skins, furs, deer hides, goat and some unknown to Roger. City boy remember. They get out of the truck and walk to the house. Hounds are instantly all around them, smelling up the stranger. Cats peering from their places. Cats have their places and none dare disturb, mostly on the broad and 'comfortable' porch where Frank and Red Fox's domain can be viewed, nearly in its entirety, and that's pretty much land. There are three .. maybe four kids running around the buildings, pens and through the woods. They pay no attention to the stranger .. except for an older girl standing partly behind the trunk of a very large tree up a slope behind the cabin, intently staring down at Roger like she could read his mind. He was momentarily caught, like in a movie vignette. She is tall and lanky, the breeze lightly blowing through her sun bleached sandy blond bush of hair, barefoot in a loose fitting cotton dress. Red Fox comes out of the house to greet them. Rogers jaw drops .. he apologizes for gawking. He was expecting a scrawny female version of Frank. She is in a form fitting buckskin dress splendidly and casually draped in furs of all sorts. Roger is instantly flustered and uncertain. All his stereotyping blown out the window. Roger was even more astonished when he went inside the house. He was asked to remove his shoes. His feet were in a thick sheep skin as he stepped in the door. Hanging from the rafters, from racks and all over the furniture were furs. In fact it was impossible to walk or sit without brushing against, sitting on or next to furs. His heart was racing for reasons yet unknown to Roger. The cabin is pristine. Roger is invited to sit at the table. The benches are draped with fur pelts. Food already on the table. More like pick what you want instead of a meal. Roger is more relaxed than any time he could remember. He takes the offer of coffee unconscious of his other hand stroking the furs on the bench. Roger says, "So I can see you don't want for the raw material. How many a year do you make and sell .. that is if you don't mind?" "We're up to ten or so and it really doesn't take much of our time to make them." "Why do you think people refer you? There have to be many more that know and refer than buy. That's how that works from a marketing perspective. There has to be competition as well." "Sex." "Pardon me?" "Sex, I say. Plain old fashioned sex. Folks get in a rut and start lookin' 'round for a cure." "A cure for what?" "Impotence, sexual dysfunction, dull sex, can't get it up, routine sex, you name it. They git Viagra and end up in tha hospital." "A fur bed spread can cure all of these you are saying?" "You bet. Life just gets borin' and uninterestin' for a lot a folks and they loose focus. Fur helps us focus while being a total distraction. Ain't nothin' else'l do that 'cep maybe yoga. First thing ya know ya got a hard on and she's lookin' real perty." "Pardon me but your wife is gorgeous." "I know that but not all guys are blessed like me. Besides we thunk it the first time we did it ... in a fur bed spread of course." "I find this hard to believe. You're saying that I could be with an ordinary girl in one of your fur spreads and I would find her irresistible?" "Garunteed." "Guaranteed what?" "You'll hav'er or she'll have ya in five minutes or ya git the fur spread fer free. That's my Garuntee!! I've never had to eat one yet and we have over a hundred out there." "Unbelievable." "Ya don't believe me?" Frank leans forward a little agitated. "No, I don't mean I don't believe you but this is all such a new idea or?? I'm not sure what to believe?" "Well, ya wan'a make tha bet?" "Sure." Roger not really sure what to expect. "Open tha bedroom door." Roger looks at Frank, momentarily stunned, fidgeting with the fur on the bench. He shakes his head like trying to awake from a strange dream .. gets up and walks to the door. He hesitates as if he is to walks inside something will attack him or something life altering will happen. The latter is true. 3 Roger gets laid. Opening the door Roger stands there, having opened a million doors in his life. He's non plussed as he stands there, first admiring the richness of the furs all through the room. His eyes finally rest on the girl sitting in the middle of the fur spread on the bed. Just as promised, a perfectly ordinary girl ... the one by the tree. Roger was only marginally aware of a slowly growing erection before entering the room but he had dismissed it to the situation and possibly his expectation for this to all be true. His training in marketing had taught him to beware of expectations. That's what marketing is .. the raising of expectations. This hillbilly may be smarter than he thought. He is looking at this girl that any dozen of his girlfriends, associates or call girls beauty would far exceed. The girls eyes have been darting from Rogers eyes to his crotch since he first stepped in the door. He had found that to be unexpectedly exciting. She had a totally different 'look' than any of his women friends and bed partners. An innocent yet provocative look that is totally absent from the women he knows. Maybe it's because she is so young? 19 or so? He was with a girl just last week this young and that look was absent. Or is it the way she's moving in the furs while having this look? None of the familiar sexual signals and titillations he is familiar with. The girl has been fur fondling herself with increasing fervor without Roger noticing until he realizes he has already removed his jacket and tie. He has his hands on his shirt buttons already having undone two. The girl has the fur to her face, sensuously rubbing it up her body and has the furs mounded up under her skirt between her thighs squirming in them with the most innocent cow eyed look .. still getting glimpses of his crotch. Roger is tenting big time now and a big sweet smile creeps across her face. Roger also hasn't realize he's unconsciously drawn to the side of the bed and is now right next to the girl. He finally notices there are actually several spreads of different furs and she had taken a second, handing a generous bundle of it out to him without speaking. Roger rips his shirt off along with his T shirt .. takes the fur from her and has it around his upper body. His body feels as if it's flowing into the fur and Zen-like becoming one with the fur. He can now fully feel the pain of his erection in a way unlike any before. His pants and skivvies had magically fallen to the floor, His cock pointing straight out to the girl. She beckons him on to the bed, reaching out touching the tip of his throbbing and swelling cock head. He's thinking he's bigger than ever. It's standing out stiff to her like a battering ram. He moves closer and with the touch of her lips to the head of his cock he jumps in the bed and near faints from the sensations. He's just lost the bet. Suddenly Roger realizes he knows nothing about love making. His body feels a rush of sexual excitement mixed with a satisfaction he has never experienced before. The girl has fur around his cock and all over his body while kissing and sucking on his cock in the most delicate and beautiful way that none of the best could match ... like she isn't trying to get him off but simply admiring it and pleasuring him. She still has not removed her dress. Roger grabs the hem of the skirt sweeping it up and over her head as she raises her arms up in a graceful move with eager assistance and an even bigger smile. She's nude having a modest body and smallish breasts with nipples standing proud and hard. Again ordinary but yet not. Her muscle tone and skin color has a sinewy, ruddy and healthy look, covered with freckles. "His" women simply are not like that at all. Roger is already on the road to reevaluation ... of everything. Roger scoots forward to Girl, putting his hands at her waist he pulls her to him until her nipples are lightly touching his chest and his cock squeezed upright between them. Both their legs are spread wide with hers bent over his. He runs his hands back through her hair, cradling her head in his hands, pressing their lips together he kisses her lightly on the lips at first. She draws back slightly to see his face and smiles a warm smile as soft as the furs surrounding them. Rogers heart melts in complete surrender as she kisses Roger open mouth with a passion he has never experienced from any woman, light and delicate yet full of passion with a quiet song like moaning. She is also slowly rubbing her labia against his fence post cock. He is about to shoot up between them. Roger pulls from her kiss with a look of disappointment on her face. Roger is really in to this now and doesn't want to rush it. Girl is eager and ready for anything and everything. The passion from this ordinary girl has him uncharacteristically wanting to please her more than himself. He slides back as Girl is now whimpering to him. She doesn't whimper long. Roger reaches out with one finger and swipes it up from just above her little pucker hole, through her soft muff and labia. She inhales sharply with an astonished look, grabbing her tits quickly with the furs squeezing them tightly, then exhaling with a song like ah moan. Roger repeats the move only his fingers stay with her labia stroking it softly, thinking of her ministering to his cock, Girl is in a state of ecstasy as her hips quiver lightly, then slowly parts them. Her bright pink flower glistens in the furs as he slides a finger inside her soft, moist vagina, Her song intensifies. Roger quickly finds the magic button and pushes. Girl nearly hits the ceiling and reaches down pushing his hand down hard to her. Girl is having an orgasm, squirming and whimpering in the furs. Roger lays her back in the furs as she is coming down and with her thighs still spread wide drops down between her thighs and consumes her soft sandy blond muff and sweet swollen labia. Girl's groaning and sweet singing moan further inflames Rogers desires. He is face down between her thighs, spread eagle in the furs and 'fucking' the fur spread as he sucks the juices from this delicious girl. Girl is writhing and moaning with a string of mini orgasms. Rogers resolve is cuming to a head so to speak. To keep this from being 'premature' he pulls back from her luscious landscape. Girl is very unhappy again, whimpering with a sour look that causes his cock to jump to attention even more. Girl smiles as Roger slowly slides forward with his cock parting the furs like a torpedo seeking its mark. As he gets close to her once more they instantly engage in a deep and passionate kiss. Cock finds mark, parting labia and slowly sliding in. Roger is treating her carefully since she is so incredibly tight and he is so well endowed. Girl is shaking with excitement and has tightly wrapped her legs around his buttocks. He moves forward slowly with the head now fully in her, stretching her to fit, He pulls back just a little to let her recover from the stretch then slides further in than before. PANIC!!! RESISTANCE!!!! VIRGIN!!! ALARM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! Roger is about to beat a hasty retreat when Girl, using her legs wrapped around him, pulls Roger fully into her with the power of a wrestler on steroids. She lets with a single yell followed by swooning. He is to her cervix and his own willpower dissolves like jello on a hot summer sidewalk. Girl has her legs still around him and slides them up around his waist allowing him deeper penetration into her. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and she has Roger in another passionate kiss. He gradually becomes aware he is ferociously thrusting in and out of Girl with an intensity he thought himself incapable. It isn't the force so much as the will to pleasure this wonderful girl. Those bright, glittering geometric flowing patters were all he could see for a few moments in the midst of this frenzy. Girl is having orgasm on orgasm by now and Roger is about to let loose the big one. Roger takes pride in his ability to restrain his ejaculation allowing his partner to reach her full intensity. Girl is having so many that Roger figures he can let go any time. Girl has a grip on his cock unlike any woman before and he is finding it difficult to 'let go'. Git Laid She does seem to be building up to something though and he doesn't have much choice but to go along. His gonads are about to explode from the pressure and exquisite pain. Both Roger and Girl are hit with a thunderbolt mutual orgasm from the blue. They nearly rip each other apart in their passion. She is all over him with hugging, furs, writhing, kisses and he is doing the same to her. A true fucking frenzy. In the midst of this frenzy when Roger thinks things are going to cool down Girl flips up over Roger, having never let his cock from between her thighs, and pins him in the furs on his back. Roger is stunned and reignited at the same time. Her strength is surprising. Some of "his" women sometimes like to play rough but this is somehow not quite like theirs. Girl has his hands pinned in the fur just long enough to ensure his cock is way beyond extraction or any desire on his part to remove it. To his amazement cock is engorged again and ready for more. Girl had slowly moved on him and smothered him in fur. His mind goes to bright geometry for several minutes again with the stress on his gonads and the pain in his cock. Girl slowly increases her 'swing' of sliding forward and back. Roger is loosing his grasp on reality as she continues the fur fondling. She leans forward kissing him between her orgasms. She now freezes momentarily, quivers slightly with a sweet tiny whimper then resumes her motions. She changes to raising well above his cock then with her grip around it goes into an up and down movement milking his cock like a cow's teat. Roger has gone somewhere else as his body is no longer his. He feels increased tightening in his gonads as the pressure and pain increases from Girl's new strategy. Roger rolls over forward on Girl and with a ferocity greater than any in his life, pummels her glory hole for all he is worth for about four or five strokes before he cums with burst after burst. Girl is near motionless and quiet to the last instant when she lets with a huge moaning exhale as if all the wind had been knocked from her. They both fall motionless on their backs where they lay for half hour or so, regaining their strength. 4 Girl conquers Roger. Girl gets up and says she's going to shower before dinner. Roger gets up and follows. The bathroom is relatively new but quaint in its decor looking for all the world like a rough board out house like there is no plumbing but there is. Girl showers and Roger cleans himself with a washrag at the tub. He finished first and retreat to the bedroom for his clothes which had magically been hung and laid out for him. Dressing, He went back into the main 'family' room. Frank and Red Fox were sitting at the table talking touching each others faces in an unexpected (to Roger) tender manner. Red Fox offers coffee and an invitation to stay for dinner and the night if he would like. Frank washes away Roger's hesitance over staying the night as it is already quite dark and would be an arduous ride back. Roger accepts with his gratitude at their hospitality. Roger has no sooner finished when Girl enters dressed much the way Red Fox is, looking for all the world like Mary McDowell in Dances with Wolves. His heart flips and his dead cock comes alive. Frank and Roger sit on one side and the two women sit on the other. "Mary June, please get another loaf of bread. I think Roger is hungrier than he thinks." Roger discovers Girl is Mary June and probably their daughter. I'm in deep shit now. Still no mention of the V word? he thinks to himself. "So ya lost tha bet Roger. Believe me now?" "No choice Frank. I'll take three of those spreads of yours if you will?" "Sur' 'nuf. I'll ship 'um fist thing next week." it's already Thursday so you should have them Thursday or so next week. Roger was very hungry but at the same time he felt another hunger he's been totally unaware of has been fully satisfied. The food is the best that he can remember having in a long time. Mary June is looking and smiling at Roger throughout the meal. After dinner they all sit around talking about all kinds of things, stories, places they had been. Red Fox knows how to talk as well and some of her tales are amazing. Mary June doesn't say much but sits smiling sweetly at Roger, absentmindedly stroking her furs all evening. The V word is never mentioned. 5 Roger is out of Control. Red Fox shows Roger up to one of the small cabins up by the big oak tree where he first saw Mary June. The bed is heavy with furs, big surprise, and kids toys, the old fashioned kind, scattered about. Kids pictures, dried flowers, weeds and other stuff hanging randomly on the walls. Some books and papers on a small desk with a picture of a young JFK above on the wall. People often reminded Roger of how much he resembles him. They are actually distantly related. "You should be comfortable her tonight. Don't worry about any noises in the night. They are just local wildlife wandering around. They won't bother you. The dogs'll chase anything dangerous away." She lit the kerosene lantern on the small desk. They don't have electricity to the little cabin yet. Even though they have electricity in the main house they were using a few lanterns and a nice fire in the big fireplace for light after sunset. Roger is guessing old habits? He is asleep before his head hit the pillow. Roger wasn't sure when it was but at sometime in the night Mary June had gotten into bed with him. He awakes with his arms around her, his face in her hair (it smells like flowers) and his cock wedged in her buttocks like a hot dog in a bun. He isn't totally rigid but not soft either. She is sleeping with a slow and regular breath. Roger wonders how long they have been sleeping together like that? Roger softly blows in her hair to see how asleep she is. No response. Something of hers he hadn't spend much time with .. moving his arms up just a little his hands easily cupped her small breast. It's mere seconds before her nipples are hard as rocks. Her hips began to move, effectively jacking him off with her buttocks. Softly moaning now. "Mary June is it. You are the sexiest girl I have ever known." It wouldn't be long before that 'little white lie' would bite Roger in the ass. She rolls over with sleepy eyes and a warm, soft and deep luscious smile that makes babies, "Kiss me." Roger kisses her for what seemed a wonderful eternity, with an involvement unknown to him. "Oh please do me again." His cock is in her hardly before she asks. He rolls her over face into the furs and she spread her arms out wide snaking around in the furs as he mounted her thighs. Sliding smoothly and deeply into her soft warm well as she thrust up her buttocks for easier and deeper penetration. It was then He saw the ass champion of the western world. The most beautiful ass he had ever seen. Roger moves in and out of Mary June cuming in her it seems constantly as he squeezes her butt between his thighs for what seemed hours, fur fondling her back and beautiful ass. His cock inside her felt glorious and it felt they could have gone longer. They fall asleep hugging in the furs. When Roger awoke the next morning, literally with the chickens, he's alone. His cock had been washed clean and the room smelled rich with flowers. Maybe it was all the flowers all over the room. Mary June? Roger gets dressed and heads for the main house followed by half a dozen dogs sniffing and running all around like they're checking out the place for anything gone wrong during the night. He has never felt so rested despite the midnight exercises and the evening before. Roger could smell breakfast on the breeze. Everyone, including the smaller kids are gathered around the table with Red Fox and Mary June getting everything on. Roger is thinking the kids are surprisingly well behaved. Not at all like most of the smart ass city kids he had been around. What's their secret? They seem to be free to run around and play as boisterous as they pleased . Red Fox is kissing each kid on the head or cheek as she tends to each of them. The youngest reach up and hug her. Frank ruffles their hair as they go by him pretending to be annoyed. As they eat everyone is in family conversation, instructions for the day and when lessons for school would be recited. Mary June is staring at me with a pensive look. About then Frank turns to me about getting me back to town and Red Fox is corralling the kids to their assigned tasks. When Roger turns back, Mary June is nowhere to be seen. Frank and Roger walk to the truck for their trip back into town. The kids have piled into the truck bed for a ride to the school bus stop. As Roger is getting in he looks up to see Mary June standing by the big oak tree dressed in buckskin and furs, her hair lightly blowing in the morning breeze her hand spread out over her crotch, smiling. 6 Roger leaves The Twilight Zone. The trip back to town is much as the trip out. "Frank .. I really enjoyed your hospitality and you certainly went way out of your way for me. Please thank Red Fox and Mary June for me once again. I feel I owe you something more than just buying your bed spreads." "You'll find a way. Time has a way of tellin' us what to do." "I have an idea you might think about and it is something I can easily do for you." "What's that?" "A web site and marketing plan. I can garuntee double your sales in a year if not more." "You got a bet. I don't have ta think about it. That's how I got tha new roof." They drove in silence for awhile to near the paved road. Frank stops the truck and the kids jump out and head for the school bus shelter. They're on the paved road and nearly to town. It is surprisingly easy to get here and when they do take their trips this is as good a place to go from as any .. Roger thinks. "I didn't see a computer." "Don't need one. Kids have'um at skool." "If I do a web site you will have to communicate with your customers. I'll write you about all this and explain. It's not at all difficult. It'll make sales and shipping a lot easier." "Some of my friends been on my ass to get one for some time now. That I'll think about." They are to the Motel Roger was staying at and Frank drops him off. "Now ya have a good trip back to New York City and come back real soon now ya hear." "Thank you so much Frank." Roger checks out, drives to the airport in his Rental and he is in the air before you can say fur bed spread. 7 Freak Out. In the plane Roger is rolling over all the events of his trip in his mind. It had been uneventful for the most part prior to meeting Frank. Yes he had seen a lot of interesting places he had only heard of, has his fifth of Private Reserve single malt Bourbon in his suit case that you can't get in the store, even in NYC. But all that was almost like a PBS travel log until meeting Frank. The rest was like "The Twilight Zone". Almost too ... something? to be true? Frank and his fur spreads, getting laid buy his teenage virgin daughter, Red Fox .. wow .. the kids, the sex, oh my god the sex!! It all has to be a dream. So far from Rogers reality, NYC, home, family and his business. He dozes off and before he knows it they are touching down at Kennedy. The trip through the airport and home is like a daydream. It's as though he had come back to some other place, an unfamiliar place. Had all this been turned around somehow? When he's 'safe' in his coop things begin to seem more normal and real finally. Roger wanders through Friday and Saturday mostly getting back into his routine which is why he planned coming back on Friday. He calls his Mom Saturday afternoon to tell her about his vacation. She had insisted he take it since he really didn't have any idea about the outside world. "You know Roger, New York is not the whole world no matter what we would like to think." she was telling him. He told her all about the brewery, the historical sites and the local color. He just left out Frank and his "Twilight Zone" adventures with Mary June. "Are you sure you haven't left out something important Roger?" His Mom has a sixth sense but he just bald face lied. "No Mom .. I think I covered everything." Mom also has control over much of Rogers financial life. All having to do with the many family businesses. Roger runs his own .. well it's a partnership with another friend and they do very well on their own. They certainly wouldn't starve. However the several billions have been controlled by Mom since his father died. It was Dad who actually helped Roger set up and finance his company for himself. Dad knew it was important for Rogers sense of independence and feelings of self worh. Roger knows deep down that this is not over with Mom. By Sunday night it's as if "The Twilight Zone" was just that. Sunday night to sleep and back to the office in the morning and life is as Roger knows it. Roger is lulled into complacency. In the middle of the night Roger awakes with a start. He had cum all over the bed and himself dreaming of sex with Mary June in the furs. His heart is racing and he's panting. He could feel her, touch her, smell her. He hadn't done that since puberty with dreams of big tit Trisha, his eighth grade teacher in her stretchy sweaters and tight skirts. Cleaning up the mess he goes back to sleep only to drift through more images and feelings of his time with her and being in that quiet place. Roger awakes for work not very well rested. Not as planned. His first day back could as well been spent at Grand Central Station for all the real work he manages to do. His associates have to call his name several times before getting his attention. After work he wanders around downtown, eats at a favorite place and ends up in the bar for the rest of the evening getting shit faced. Taxi ride home and face first in bed in his clothes. Waking very early he stumbles into the shower where he soaks for an hour at least. Looking at himself in the mirror it is like looking at a stranger. This outside person is not "Roger". Was he abducted in The Twilight Zone? He does manage to pull himself together well enough to get some work done and finds a renewed if somewhat blunted interest in "his" women. Thumbing through his little book he calls Meg who happens to be available for dinner. Tuesday night and already back to his routine. He meets Meg at an Italian Ristorante that they like. Dinner is pleasant with much of their usual banter. Roger's mind doesn't drift so much as to be noticed by Meg but Meg dropped a few gears along the way in life so she's not a good measure of that. They went to her place and had sex. She thought it was great but Meg always thinks any sex is great. Roger is not getting the kind of confirmation he's seeking. He goes home no where near satisfied .. in fact worse off than if he hadn't had sex at all. He goes through the following day with no great anxieties deciding to eat alone and take in a play. It turned out to be a superb distraction .. now he has to 'distract' himself. Sleep was a bit restless but no sudden dreams or cum shooting. Thursday and work goes surprisingly well. Semi normal, even mostly enjoyable. So work is OK. When Roger gets home there are three large packages the doorman gives him that arrived earlier. Roger practically undresses in the elevator. Getting himself off in no time at all. Beats Meg on her best night. Roger suddenly realizes that without Mary June or some other woman he's going to have messy furs in no time at all. He grabs a towel to shoot his load in. Not great but still better than Meg. Why did he ever screw Meg in the first place? Roger quizzing has him wading deeper into self questioning. Too late to call anyone tonight .. maybe Angie? She is always ready to do anything and with her there are no preliminaries. She walks in the door and "Lets Screw." Roger calls Angie and she can't wait to try out Rogers new surprise. Angie loves surprises. The more surprising the better. Angie shows at Rogers door in black vinyl. "Hey I don't think vinyl is going to work very well with my new surprise." "Vinyl goes with everything!" retorts Angie and then she sees the furs. Angie is non plussed. Roger is crushed. Angie leaves in disgust. "Call me when you have a real surprise." Over the following few weeks he did get several of his women 'interested' and they had better sex than they had ever .. with them. Promising, so Roger had more dates with these women. Even better sex with each and every one of them than ever before ... with them. Meanwhile Roger has several more wet dreams over Mary June, prolonged and more vivid now while sleeping in his furs. He is having to wear skivvies to sleep in. What next diapers? Roger has discovered ones total lack of control over ones subconscious. His dream life, which he had never thought much about before, is far more active than he could have ever imagined. The Rolling Stones refrain "can't get no satisfaction" keeps running through his head on an endless loop 24/7. The Ad mans worse nightmare. 8 Roger wakes up. "Time has a way of tellin' us what to do!" shoots through Rogers brain like an arrow from Red Fox's bow. Roger had made some headway on Frank's web site. He had a couple of the guys working on it in their spare time. They often have brief lulls between jobs. His partner Ben finally gets up the guts to ask Roger, who he trusted and can keep it a secret, what this is all about. Once he started telling the 'story' he spilled his guts with far more than he had intended. "My god man you're in love .. big time. I don't care who she is or what she is like .. she has her hooks in you deep." Roger's mind is in a frenzy over what to do, who to talk to about it, what to say? He's spilled his guts once and Roger knows Mom already knows something is not right. "Mom .. we have to talk." "I know son. Come over for dinner tonight." Roger knows she has no idea what it is, just that something big is 'wrong' in his life. Roger is at his mother's mansion early. He is always early for Mom. She always sits for dinner right off with family. "So Roger what is it that happened on your trip that has so unhinged you.?" Everybody tells Mom every little detail. "I met this man named Frank Tattrie." "Ah .. a very old Scottish name I hadn't heard of it for years. I think they were here before the Wiley's you know." Mom does know her genealogy .. wished I had known that then, Roger is thinking. That evening Rogers heart spills all over the place to his Mom. He's never been able to keep secrets from her nor does he want to. No more room for pretenses. He has all but lost all 'his' women anyway. Mom sits eating and listening intently to his every word. She doesn't interrupt, pass judgment or have any comment to the end. "You know son (son stands for serious) I have always had my concerns over your women. Not that they were not good enough for you, though any number of them certainly were not, it has been your total lack of commitment and disinterest of the women themselves." "But most of the women I see are strong professionals and persons in their own right." "Yes but it has been your view of them as an object and not a person. This has concerned me no end. I wasn't sure where you would end up. I was concerned that it would all lead to a very unhappy life. I don't think you have been very happy." "Mom you are right as usual and that is what I learned on this trip. I also know I met the woman that being with her will make me happy and I desperately want to make her happy." "I hope you're right but only time will tell. Well you have a few major decisions to make and I hope you choose wisely. Time to go home and get on with your real life with my blessings." Mom had 'blessed' Roger so even if he screws up she won't disown him. Git Laid Roger gets back to his place and within seconds decides .. well he had decided when he awoke with Mary June in bed with him. He tosses the little book of phone numbers and makes his call. Red Fox answers .. "Wy hello Roger. Nice to hear yer voice." "Could I speak with Mary June?" "You sher can." Long silence and he hears in the distance an indescribable song like call through the hand set. Then an even longer pause. "Hello Roger .. she's panting from running to the phone .. so nice to hear your voice. I've thought of you since you left." Roger wanted to make love to her over the phone. He was totally unprepared as to what he was going to say. He blurts out .. "Mary June .... I love you and want to be with you so desperately I don't know what to say or do." "You said all I need to hear. I love you too Roger ,, Honey .. and come to me soon as you can." It wasn't that he didn't want to talk but neither of them knew what to say yet so much they had to say. It had to be face to face in each others arms. 9 Love of their Life. Roger somehow knew Mary June would be coming back with him. He had never needed to own a car though he could certainly drive .. car rentals family vacations and the like. He buys a van after much deliberation knowing Mary June would have some things to bring with her and he needed to make the dirt road to their place. One could even sleep in it in a pinch. Left his suites and ties in the closet this time. "Lo Roger. Glad to hear back from ya. When'll ya be here?" "Hi Frank. I'm driving there this time. Couple of days. I'll call when I get near and when I get to town. Maybe you could meet me at the paved road?" "Sur' 'nuf son. Be good to see ya agin." Son already. Well he is almost old enough to be my father. Roger is thinking. After a few days easy drive Roger is near his destination. His heart rate had increased one heart beat per minute per mile it seemed. His anticipation is palpable. Even as a school kid Roger never had these feelings. Though he wished he would have flown to be with her faster in other ways the trip has been instructive of his true feelings. Having never taken a road trip of any length before Roger is surprised and gratified not only with the leisure pace of the scenery but the solitude to think and feel without pressure or interruptions. Not at all like flying. When you stop in a rural area there is no noise except the wind and the birds. Like at Frank's place or most of Martha's Vineyard, his previous most favored place. At the dirt road and there is the back end of Frank's truck. He is outside the truck waiting so Roger gets out for a greeting. Frank grabs his hand and shakes it vigorously. He has a big beady eyed grin and Roger could swear the Fox was grinning too, his glistening beady glass eyes staring at him. "I jes knew you'd be back soon!" Frank tells him to follow close and Roger follows. He's glad now he thought to get the heavy spring set for the van. Mary June is where Roger expected her to be .. standing by the oak. She made sure he came all the way back to her. They hugged and kissed in the shade of the big oak. Frank and Red Fox are standing down by the cabin looking up at them with big smiles of satisfaction. They wave to Roger and their daughter disappearing into the main cabin. Roger turns around as they are standing in the shade realizing Mary June can see forever from there in the shade next to her cabin .. the one he slept in. His New York apartment seemed inadequate somehow with this perspective and he thought he was the big shoot. Mary June's smile to Roger is sweet and demure but that of an equal and he accepts it as such. Mary June takes Roger by the hand, leading him into her cabin. She lays back with her legs spread wide and he is nude with his arms around her quicker than thought. As Roger slides deep into Mary June she has the smile he saw the last time they made love in this very bed. "Say hello to our baby ... Honey .. cock can see it." Roger wraps his arms around her .. "I love you with all my heart and that is so inadequate to my real feelings ... " "Shhh .. kiss me and make love to me .. Honey." The rush running through Roger at that moment told him all about what had been missing in his life and why this was the only real choice he had. They make slow, soft and passionate love in her new fur spread for several hours. There is not a question this is the right thing for them both in Rogers mind. Her sweet beauty holds Roger's heart now. As they are coming back down to terra firma Roger comments on the wonderful spread she has. "I made this one myself for you and me." Lynx one side and Arctic Wolf the other. "It is the most magnificent one of all I have seen." "Let's go back down to the cabin now Honey." Roger understands instantly that he is now 'Honey' and when said by her it is a command he must obey, which he will do quite willingly if not eagerly. In that respect she has now replaced his mother .. truly his wife by any measure, yes, he has "taken his wife" ... or has she taken me? he thinks. Frank and Red Fox welcome him back as they sit for dinner. "Well, you know why I'm back so I would like to know if Mary June can come back with me to New York?" (Frank) "That's up to Mary June. I suppose ya know ya knocked her up?" "She told me but I already suspected. That's not why. I would have come back for her anyway because I love her and can't live without her. Well .. I could but it would be very unpleasant. How come you let me go the last time?" (Red Fox) "Love is from the heart and can't be forced. Only your heart could bring you back to Mary June. We knew you would be back though .. and soon .. when we heard Mary June go back up to her cabin that night we knew you would have no other choice." "You are precisely correct. That and my vision of her when I left. That is permanently etched in my mind." (Frank) "Like the day I first saw Red Fox standing on the hill pulling her bow string. Her arrow pierced my heart as well. Such beauty and grace." Red Fox grips Frank's hand affectionately. "Yes Roger. I'll go with you. I have everything packed and ready, almost." With her arms already around him hugging him tight there was little chance she would say no. "I don't mean right now Sweet. I had planned on staying a few days if you don't mind. I have some things to talk about with your furs and to visit with your parents." (Red Fox) "You can stay as long as you want to. And it's Sweet already!" "I'm Honey, she's Sweet." and everybody laughed. Dinner is wonderful and they all sit around the fire talking, joking and laughing 'till late. Sweet and Honey walk up to her cabin. It is the spirit of the fire, not just light. "You know Honey, it may not be much by NYC standards but this is OUR cabin now. The other kids have their own." "Sweet, by NYC standards this is paradise particularly if it was a really bad day. I will garuntee you will miss it and soon." "I know I missed it when I traveled with my folks, but travelin' is fun too. I'm sure we will enjoy it together." They go to bed and in the full moon light Roger watched Sweet take his body to heaven with her graceful and gentle touch. He stroked her blue white body laying, half buried in the thick furs in the moon light as she moves so gracefully in her ecstasy. They awake with the chickens wrapped in each others arms. Roger spends the next few days working out details of the web site and business plan with Frank and Red Fox. Mary June is looking on quite intently as this is the first time that she had seen what Roger does. Her folks were pleased with her attention. In long breaks or later in the day Honey and Sweet take walks through the woods. Sweet shows Honey her favorite places, views and animals. Many come right up to her as if they're greeting her. She speaks to them .. "Meet my new mate .. he's very nice and won't hurt you." and they come right up to me as if to greet me too. Who is this woman I love so dearly who charms the animals? Do I dare expose her to the ruthless urban jungle? Roger is torn and conflicted yet the path and options are clear. After Several more days of these days in paradise Roger has to get back to his business. While they are packing up the van Roger picks up a long, narrow very light hard case, like an equipment case of some sort. "Hey Sweet, what's in this?" "My Bow set." "Your what?" "I'm an Expert Archer like mama." Roger is standing there with his mouth hanging open as Sweet opens the case and well cushioned lays a magnificent piece of killing sculpture. "Now don't you git any funny ideas about those old girlfriends of yers ya hear!" with a grin on her face. Sweet has stones! Mom's words .."only time will tell" .. floats trough his head at this odd moment. He smiles back at her and strokes her cheek. "They drove me back here to you so you should thank them." They're all loaded up, made their good by hugs and kisses and they're on the road. The trip back is far more wonderful than Roger had expected. He certainly expected nice but it's so much more. Roger discovers Sweet is so wonderful to travel with that he knows they are going to be doing a whole lot more of it. The further they drive the closer they become. Roger thinks a healthy portion of that is the newness of their relationship but he senses, correctly, there is much more to it than that. "Let's take this road Honey." her wish is Rogers command they are constantly getting "lost" and loving every minute of it. "Sweet, have you ever seen _________________?" "Why no, let's go!" 10 Mary June takes control. (if she hadn't already) After nearly a week to travel 800 miles they see the city scape of New York. Sweet had briefly been through but not in New York once. She is jumping up and down in the seat with excitement. Just getting to my coop, our coop, much to Rogers detached surprise is like a tour guide trip itself. They didn't have to make too many detours to get there quickly. Roger has a parking space with the unit he never used so straight into it and up to the unit. Roger is depressed walking in the door. Sweet is still jumping with excitement. "Oh com'on sour puss well homey up this bachelor pad of yours in no time." Roger has to smile .. he can't help himself with her. Then is when, with crystal clarity, he knows they will always be together. They are ying and yang, the two missing puzzle pieces. They haul up all her stuff in a big pile in the middle of the living room. "Sweet, let's go out for dinner. This is hopeless." Sweet reluctantly agrees since she wants to make love soon as they can get their clothes off. She discovers she is ravenous and relents. Going out (they walk or taxi) Roger introduces Mary June to the doorman as his wife. Her first NYC introduction. "You like pizza Sweet?" "Who doesn't like Pizza?" "Where do we live .. I mean what district?" "Upper West Side. You can go straight east and you run into Central Park. I have maps and all kinds of literature." "That's OK. I went into town while you were gone and did a lot of research. I know quite a bit about where we are, now that I know Where we are." "Is it always going to be like this?" "Like what?" "You always being one or two steps ahead of me?" Sweet smiles demurely. They end up a block away at a super sit down Pizza Parlor. Chatting while waiting, about the neighborhood and the like. "You must be pretty well off to live in this neighborhood?" "It's mostly my Mom's doing. She and my father had owned this unit and insisted I take it. Representative of my position! I'd just as soon live in Greenwich Village. East Village or SoHo. We may have to move in a couple of years anyway. The coop is too small for the family I suspect we will eventually have." "From what I know I am in agreement." "Oh my god, Here comes trouble." Angie has spotted Roger and is in full S&M stride. Full black vinyl and chains. "You get to start at the top and work your way down my Ex list." "Hello Roger ..... This your new wench." sneering, almost spitting the words. "Angie meet Mary June and vice versa." Roger has his head in his hands. "Mary June! What an interesting name. What is your routine, Little Miss Muffet or Little Bow Peep?" Sweet totally ignores Angie's 'question'. "What a lovely wet suit you have there Angie. Wher's yer snorkel?" I look up just in time to see Angie go scarlet. Every exposed inch. BURRRRN. She turns and storms off. "Honey .. now that was fun. I'm so glad we went out to eat .. and oh her's our pizza." "Do you realize you just cut down the wicked bitch of New York?" "She was like shoot'n fish in a barrel. It's yer Mom I'm scared of." "Why would you be scared of her? I'm sure she'll love you." "There are two problems, One, she's yer Mom. Two, she's yer Mom. I'm jis like her and, at best, it would be a draw. Boys always marry their Moms. Their wife they marry for sex and kids but 'Mom' is stability, friendship, normal affection and caring. Your Mom has to give me a break, particularly one as strong as yers. This is my big risk in you and god I hope you love me enough." Roger is speechless, rattled and confused. Everything Sweet said is true and he knows it. Sweet reinforces it every time anything is said or happens. Regaining his composure. 'That' won't be solved tonight. "Where did you learn to do what you did to Angie?" "From Daddy. Were not a bunch of ignorant hicks folks think we are. That's our first advantage." "I'm almost afraid to ask what the second is." "Our oral history. All those interestin', funny and curious tales my Mama and Daddy tells, builds a Library of ideas we can draw from at any moment. Most folks git caught in the rut of sameness. My Daddy's specialty is contrast. Angie is a walking contradiction .. a walking bulls eye for a contrast quib. I have half a dozen I coud'a used to cut her to tha quick. That's one of the main reasons you are so drawn to him. You two think alike. That's one reason I love you. Girls marry their Daddy's and he's OK with you." "Sweet ... I could live off that and love you for that for a month but I just know that at any moment you will do it again. My god I love you. It's real soon but do you think you would be up for meeting Mom soon?" "Probably sooner tha better." Honey and Sweet walk back to the coop swinging held hands and she softly sings to him. They walked right past the big pile of Sweet's things, except her new spread which they took straight to the bed with them. Honey and Sweet make love like it's the first time. They're both up early. Roger gets ready for work and Sweet says she will do something with her stuff and maybe go out for a little while just to look around and get familiar with the immediate area. When Roger gets to the office and begins his day everything seems totally right. The office staff asks about his 'vacation' and if he had a good time. "Ben .. talk?" "Yeah sure." "You were right Ben. I'm in love alright and we are living together now. I'll introduce you very soon. Frankly I don't know how I have lived my life to now without her." "Your Mom?" "We'll get with her in the next day or so. Sweet .. I'm sorry, Mary June is anxious over meeting Mom but I think it is going to be fine. Sweet sure burnt the shit out of Angie last night. .... " Roger tells Ben all about it. "Think I'm liking her already." Roger works through the early afternoon and Ben is back in his office on a new project. Rita the receptionist buzzes and says "There is a woman who says she's your wife? Mary June?" "Send her back Rita and introduce yourself." Mary June walks through the inner office doors, it's an open office plan, and as she walks through all eyes are glued to her. She's wearing her very form fitting plain white buckskin dress with a single Lynx tail in her hair and moccasins. She's carrying her Bow case. When she gets to Roger who just stepped outside his office to meet her, she wraps her free arm around his back and kisses him on the cheek ... "Hello Honey. I was on my way to the shooting range I located when I realized your office was on the way. I won't stay long." Honey shows her into his office asking Ben to stay. "Ben this is my wife Mary June." "Wy it's so nic to meet yew Ben." Ben is speechless. "Cat got your tongue Ben? I'll invite Sweet over to the office more often. Keep this place a lot quieter." "What's with the case?" Ben blurts out as he gropes for something .. anything to say. "My Bow case." "Your what?" "My Bow .. she is taking it out of the case as she speaks and Roger is nearly on the floor with laughter. "Here see." It has a Lynx tail hanging from it too. "Watch out Ben. That's not a fashion statement. She can drop you or Angie from two hundred yards." Roger deliberately left his office door open. "Well Honey I hope your day goes as nic as mine so far." She sure has staked her claim Roger thinks. She has this real sweet coy smile that sent a loud and clear message to any woman with in a hundred mile radius waving to everyone as she left. "Well Ben what do you think of my hillbilly wife?" "God help your ex girlfriends if she gets pissed." "You have my thought on that Ben." Roger gets home and Sweet is not back yet, So he gets a glass of wine and starts going through the newspaper. Half hour and she comes through the door with case in hand. "How did the shooting go?" "One inch circle. I'm get'n bored with target shooting. Think I'll look up your old girlfriends. Maybe giv'm a head start." Roger has his arms around her half way through her fantasy story, nibbling at her neck. "You stop that now. Gitt'n me all hot'n bothered. One of us might git hurt." She hardly finishes her chatter before Roger has her bare butt exposed and both are in motion to orgasm. She had nothing on under the buckskin as he expected. He picks her up in his arms carrying her to the bed. They are both hungry and sex can wait ... well just one more ... oh yes dear ... Honey please. Around seven they go out. Sweet is still in her white buckskins. She's getting looks but most likely because she is a hot number. While walking Roger calls his Mom on his cell. "Mom .. you say tomorrow evening .. six. Ok Mom .. love you." "You took out several of my Ex's in one whack this afternoon and jambed it to the rest of the office staff as well. Good thing you don't work at the Pentagon or maybe you should." They end up at the Rain West Asia Restaurant for dinner. During dinner they discuss things related to seeing Mom tomorrow night. "You need clothes, very nice clothes. I was going to go with you and we can still do that together." "You would go clothes shopping with me?" "Of course. I look forward to it. But you need to get at least one outfit to wear to Mom's. Here's one of my Credit Cards. Don't look at the price tags. You'll faint. Just look at the style and fit. If you like it buy it. From shoes to coat." "Give me some clues." "With Mom well tailored shows good taste so stylish and slightly casual but on the conservative side." Rogers first and last 'test' he'll discover. "OK I get the idea. I can't believe you letting me loose in New York with your no limit Credit Card. You really do trust me." They get home from dinner and just crash. Both very tired. Some nuzzling, fondling and kissing and finally falling asleep in each others arms wrapped in the fur spreads. Roger has a full plate at work the next day. It's good he sent her shopping on her own. He's running a bit late getting home and she says she will meet him in the Foyer. Roger holds the taxi at the curb for Sweet. This elegant stranger slowly strides to the taxi. She has a dark maroon cashmere T neck sweater with a camel cashmere straight cut skirt. Nice but reasonably sensible tan leather 1½" heel shoes. Hanging over her shoulders is a well tailored street length Whiskey Mink coat. Her hair is perfect tied up with a Whiskey Mink narrow sash.