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Carnal Connection Pt. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



A tale set in modern rural Midwest about sex and other passions as a young divorcee, after working on her back (and in other positions) for a year to boost her income significantly, casts aside that activity and leaves the city seeking a new life with the apparent belief her destiny would find her.



Chapter 1

Jilli didn't know why she did it – she meant having random sex with men.

Perhaps it was her fondness for variety, or the hope of some athletically flexible guy stimulating her to an extent she'd not previously experienced before she gushed into near unconsciousness. She was, however, suspicious that psychologically it might be a way of hitting out at her parents for stupidly naming her Jilli, unaware the unearned tag Chilli-Jilli would prolong the time before she managed to lose her virginity as a very late teenager. The tag apparently gave the impression she was either icy or carried a hot STD.

Still rather naive Jilli was an assistant restaurant manager when she married Dick the motor mechanic, one of the attractions being he had a big one – three years of active fieldwork had allowed Jilli to discover that was a decided difference between him and other males she'd slept with, or had been with and unable to get to sleep. Although not a convert to the school of sluts who claim 'Size really matters' she chose to fraternize with Dick because her girlfriends seemed impressed she was going out with a guy she'd identified as 'hanging like a pony'.

From the time they'd met they'd coasted along not really in love but being quite compatible or as Jilli would tell her friends – "A bit like most other people I suppose." They married at Dick's mother's suggestion; she was tired of arriving home with husband or his brother or both to find Dick and Jilli in her bed either at it or asleep in drying puddles. Her parents finally agreed if the young couple married they would buy a house for them and did so, very generously.

It was a great wedding; at least Jilli had that but did not have Dick to herself. Returning from the honeymoon Dick took to nocturnally proving to the relief of his wife's girl friends he really wasn't too big for the variety of pussy sizes presented to him. Nonetheless the wedded pair was reasonably content. 'Dick the Quick' as he was now known was happy and Jilli didn't really mind his cheating because frankly she found him almost a deal loss frankly – unless she had an urge to be relieved within a minute.

Her wandering began by accident. Jilli's mother's half brother was staying her mom and when Jilli walked into the house with a meat pack handed out by her restaurant manager Gus was in the back porch drinking a beer. He watched under bushy eyebrows her arrival – all legs in her cut-offs and sweat staining the tan top unsuitable to be worn with the temperature in the nineties.

"Christ, you look prime," Gus sighed, patting his lap as a joke and grinning, "Cum for me...er, I mean come over and have a...er...beer."

"Splash some on that little dick of yours and I could be tempted," Jilli said, wiping sweat from her eyes. She was joking. Gus said afterwards when his sister caught them he knew they were joking but pulled his shorts down and poured the bottle over an impressively short dick half the thickness of his wrist.

She raced inside to dump the meat; he leaned over to pull another beer from the cooler and looked up, dumbstruck, to find she'd re-appeared and was ripping off her clothes.

"Ohmigod," Gus chocked seeing the good-sized pink-tipped floppies coming his way while frantically reaching to beat his still exposed dick back to erection.

"I think the heat's got to me," she cooed.

"Pussy will be super-heated with this one," he leered, taking a tit into his mouth – about 10% of it before his mouth was full – and as Jilli stuffed herself with the chunky fatty his eyes rolled, he whistled and blew.

All over Rover in ten seconds.

"Keep it up," Jilli snarled and ten minutes later brought the sweating Gus off for his only second successive shot since he reached his peak aged sixteen. She slithered sideways off his dick through over-lubrication seconds later with a great ejaculation that splattered on to the deck.

"Hello you two, having a cozy time?" Jilli's mother asked, returning from the supermarket and only then did she realize her daughter was bareback riding bareback and what was dripping on to the ground wasn't spilt milk. "Jilli – go home to you husband; Gus go to your room."

Instead Jilli went to her parent's bedroom and showered. She was drying off when her mom entered and said incredulously, "Good heavens, you have no hair down there."

"Dick likes it that way and actually I find it quite low maintenance," Jilli said conversationally expecting her mom to bawl her out. "Dick has worked his way all through many of my friends and is now part-way through round three."

"The skunk. So you are retaliating?"

"Yes."

"Good girl. May I request you keep your generosity outside the family? Although Gus is my baby brother he's married and is ten years your senior."

"Okay."

"Good girl. Debra then lectured Jilli on dealing with casual partners. "Always insist they shower first and soap their gear thoroughly and no condom means no sex and as soon as you can afterwards race for the shower and wash thoroughly."

"Is that what you used to do mom?"

"Yes and I..." Debra gasped. She smiled and said, "You little bitch."

They hugged and giggled and Debra's final advice was Jilli should only go with men who looked clean, dressed very tidily and smelled clean as that indicated good hygiene.

"Thanks mom," Jilli said kissing Debra. "This is one area of expertise I was unaware you possessed."

Jilli went home and as Dick reached for her she said, "Shower first and no condom means no sex."

Dick holding his erection said, "But I don't have any; I always think they are for other people."

"Well, things are changing around here – you are dipping into my girlfriends and not all of them might be safe. Go to a 24/7 pharmacy and buy a hundred now – ask for a discount for buying in bulk. I'll want some so use the house-keeping card."

"Why would you want some?"

"When you figure that one out let me know, Dick. It could mean you have a brain."

That was the first time Jilli had ever spoken to Dick like that and it shook him. When his angered died he thought perhaps he had been taking her for granted and did this mean their marriage had taken a hit? He was diverted by a call – Marcia, one of Jilli's friends said she had a leaking faucet and as her husband was away until midnight; was he able to call and attend to it?

Jilli worked Tuesdays to Saturdays inclusive at the hotel restaurant and the general manager had often attempted to talk her into take over as night manageress because of her reliability including being able to operate the shift efficiently and without requiring supervision herself. Jilli had always declined knowing it would affect her nightlife. But now the nightlife she had planned would suit the night shift roster. Her mother had called the previous evening to advise her that if she decided to play the field she should charge for it: "Don't let those greedy sods get their hands on to you without making them pay. I didn't."

"Thanks mom; I'll think about it."

While on her 6 am to 2 pm shift Jilli visited the general manager and volunteered to take over managing the restaurant for the 3 pm to midnight shift.

"Fantastic," Edward enthused. "Night manager Elaine has given me one month to transfer to the day shift or else!"

"I'll accept only if a room goes with the appointment so if I choose I don't have to go home if I'm held up for any reason."

"What, a hotel guest room? I really don't think so."

"No, the sick room will suffice but I want it refurnished and spruced up and a day bed provided in the room for anyone who feels unwell."

"This is rather demanding."

"Okay – I'll stick with day shift."

"Um. Jilli – is there any way you could twist my arm?"

"Let me see Edward – ah yes, you could stay with me for the night if you require temporary accommodation."

She wiped the smile off his face after he crowed, "Yes sireeee!" by saying, "At two hundred bucks in the hand."

"What?"

"You didn't expect free accommodation did you?"

"No-o-o-o-o. Perhaps not."

"I'm told I have a tight pussy, Edward but I wouldn't know. Two hundred is a steal so please yourself; at twenty-five I'm a good five years younger than your wife, aren't I?"

"Eight actually. I'll have a think about this. Perhaps we could do a deal – for every time I seek accommodation with you I'll give you a voucher for one night in any of the honeymoon suites – they go for $300-plus a night so guess who's ahead? In addition, no questions asked."

"It sounds as if you're thought about it already honey. I'll start night as soon as you have my room beautifully refurbished."

Jilli went home to find Dick was hobbling; a wheel he'd been removing on a pickup on a hoist had slipped off to bounce on to the concrete and the center of the rim slammed against his knee.

"Let me look at it," said Nurse Jilli. She gave him a couple of tablets to deal with the bruising and rubbed his after-shave into his knee. "My God, it feels better already – ouch, except when I put weight on it. How did your day go?"

"Brilliantly. I've been asked to change to night shift – either that or risk being declared redundant. It means coming off duty late some nights so I've demanded a room. They are putting in a bed for me in a storage room," she lied. "On those nights I'll then come home just after 8:00 so you may as well have one of the girls over on those occasions – I'll keep you posted to give you time to arrange a companion."

"You mean your friends in your bed?"

"Well I guess for some of them it won't be unfamiliar territory. You will be able to make out all night."

Dick looked embarrassed. "Susie has me using a ring and techniques that are making me last a lot longer."

"That's brilliant Dick, I'm happy for you. Look, we have never fired as I thought we would – we just seem to be drifting along. Why don't you see if you can find a more compatible companion while I'm on this nightshift stint?"

Dick looked aghast. "You mean you want to divorce me?"

"Oh no Dick, I'm prepared to muddle along wearing the mistake we made by marrying. But if you should find someone who really clicks with you just come and ask for a divorce; I'll readily agree, as I'll know it will make you happy. But meanwhile look after the house and even improve it because its value in increasing. If you agree to give me back my freedom I'll sell the house and give you half the proceeds."

"But don't I own half the house anyway?"

"I'm not sure of the legal position but why pay lawyers to find out? I'm saying right now that I'll hand over half the money."

"Okay but what if I and one of your married friends hit it off?"

"That's not my problem Dick – you and she handle that one; I just don't want to hear about it."

They had a couple of drinks and Jilli dug into her handbag and tossed a condom to her husband and was dropping her skirt and pants when he said doubtfully, "I'm not sure that I'll be any good."

"Put it on and I'll go reverse Cowgirl so you won't see my tits or cunt lips; that should make you last longer. She sloshed some lube on to him and sat on him. 

"Mind my knee."

"That's my boy Dick, you just hang in there thinking about your knee and I'll slap it gently a couple of times to allow you to think nothing but the pain."

"You're cruel," he complained.

Almost ten minutes later of disgusting squelching sounds and his little groans he bellowed and Jilli came over his sheathed pulsating dick as it fired away. They agreed nothing in their short married life had matched that one and kissed in triumph.

"Just make sure you pick the perfect match or at least as good as you can get," Jilli said wondering if this were the last hurrah; that would depend on how good she was at picking up guys who thought she was worth dicking over a couple of hours for two hundred bucks.

* * *

Edward had Jilli pushed into the corner of the restaurant bar, attempting to look inconspicuous as if it were only a manager talking to a minion. "The room is finished – want to take a look?"

"Seen it thanks – wow!"

"I specified the work as if I were having it done for myself," he said proudly. "Listen, will you be having other guys in there with you?"

"Occasionally, I have a couple of boyfriends besides my husband but I promise you this – you give me a minimum of twenty-four hours' notice and the night of your choice is yours once a week, Sunday and Monday nights excluded as those are my days off.

"Right – and the conditions are?"

"Keep your mouth shut about our coupling, approach and leave discreetly, come armed with condoms and a stamped honeymoon suite voucher and an erection at the ready – oh, and no ass; I'm saving that for my next husband as a reward for fathering our children."

"Oooh Jilli, I can scarcely wait. Let me feel your pussy now."

"Okay, push my panties aside and dip a couple of fingers but no loitering and be discreet; I'll dry some glasses."

Edward sniffed his fingers and then washed them. "You have a peachy smell."

"Is that better than fish?" she asked innocently.

"Christ Jilli – only two hundred bucks equivalent for all night – you're giving it away."

Jilli fluttered her eyelids. "For anyone else that access fee is for two minutes to two hours max; you are such a honey you may hover from 12:30 to 7:30 – or for two minutes if you are trigger sensitive."

"We'll fall asleep before I finish round one – heh-he-heh. I'll put your room on the daily housekeeping list."

Edward had late supper in the restaurant after returning from a movie. As soon as the restaurant closed at midnight with the takings balanced by the cashier and checked by Jilli he waited in growing excitement as she cleared the bar and closed the restaurant. Within a few seconds of reaching the room she opened the door to a knock and Edward slipped in.

Jilli told him to turn off his cell phone, lay out his condoms beside the bed and hand him her voucher.

"Damn, I forgot it," he said.

She didn't turn a hair and said later would do.

Edward handed her the voucher grinning. "Thanks for trusting me; I didn't think you were a hard-nosed pro."

Jilli pressed up against him to unleashed him and he didn't disappoint.

He told her he loved her black uniform and she looked at his bulge and confirmed the truth.

He licked her black stockings. "Will you suck bare?"

She shook her head.

"Well, that almost guarantees you are safe." He tossed her on to the bed, ripped off her panties and licked and fingered her into frenzy, leaving her panting while he went off to shower, being told to wash thoroughly.

Jilli thought that's just what her mom used to say more than twenty-five years ago, possibly many years fewer than that – perhaps she still did it on those nights when she supposedly was 'out with the girls'.

Edward returned showered and displaying a mean looking weapon. She patted it and he looked very interested. She ran to the shower and returned quickly to find him on his back, condom on. 

"Suck," was the command.

She pulled away at the last second as his whole middle body tensed; she ripped off the membrane and shuffled back on her knees. Impressively the second and best-propelled wad landed in her hair, surprising them both. "Ohmigod," he sighed proudly and watched Jilli wipe her tits and belly.

Edward laid Jilli on her back and she sighed thinking not another Missionary nut. But the variation was acceptable as he lifted her legs upright before inserting and as he built up momentum he spread her legs. She grabbed her lower legs and pulled them apart hugely, squealing as he plunged to achieve maximum penetration.

They had such a lovely time. Just before dawn he staggered off home telling Jilli he'd told his wife he'd be working all night supervising contract refrigeration engineers.

* * *

Jilli had all the girls on her shift on her side; she didn't bother with the male waiters, as they weren't vindictive like females. She let it be known that if she disappeared with a customer she could be away for up to two hours – wink, wink. The girls were happy for her and thought of working up to be promoted to night manager when Jilli left.

Two hours was far too long for most guys. As soon as they shot one or two loads they wanted to get back to the restaurant. The occasional guy wanting more paid another $200 and was told he could till 7:30. Some nights Jilli was scarcely in the restaurant and up to three guys would be absent for quite some time, though never together. 

Jilli circulated the tables as a good manager should enquiring about meals or just exchanging a friendly word. It would have been noticeable to regulars that she tended to hover at tables occupied by a solitary male or all males. Gradually men folk of the city heard the whisper so in time Jilli would receive the wink-wink as she approach tables and business boomed although she held the maximum number of clients to four a night even if all were 'quickies'; the guys who missed out being serviced generally accepted this. Those who didn't were offered a date with one of the other waitresses who were free to set their own terms, if any. Some nights Jilli pulled in guys who were dining with females; that confirmed to Jilli that men really were louses but their money was good.

The occasional guy turned stroppy and she was roughed up a bit, though never badly and the black eye she received was explained to everyone including husband Dick, "I walked into a door." Everybody says that so it's difficult to know what to believe.

Jilli charged $800 for a night 1:00 am to 10:00 am in a honeymoon suite and in the sixteen months of operating her moonlighting business Jilli only slept alone in a honeymoon suite twice although on occasion she gave Dick a freebie, explaining she's received access to the room that night as a 'Best Employee of the Month' award. He'd said before coming in that evening he'd like to see where she slept all the other evenings she didn't come home so Jilli had the day sofa/bed shifted into the storeroom with potatoes, carrots and onions were stacked in bags; he was totally unimpressed.

Eventually Dick found a very compatible woman working in reception at the car dealership where he worked. She was fat, jolly and five years his senior but she mothered him and could keep him going for up to an hour before he blew with techniques learned from her grandmother; Barbara found an hour from opening to close was long enough for her.

The divorce came through, the house was sold with settlement a couple of days after his wedding so Dick was paid out. He and Jilli never saw each other again because she had timed her resignation from the hotel to coincide with the day of final closing on the house sale and left the city for good two evenings later.

Jilli had decided to make a new start and to leave prostitution behind her. Being young, attractive and lively she'd used her body well for that sixteen months, with tax-free earnings approaching $200,000. To her amazement she was still interested in having sex and decided she'd never charge for it again.

She sought to bury this part of her life because it was over – marriage, hotel night work and sex on the side. She would take a couple of weeks' holiday heading south and then head west away from the coast to look for a place to settle.

The last night was spent in the Royal Honeymoon Suite in total luxury, a going away gift from Edward and because she'd retired he wasn't charged. It was a great night because with mutual agreement Edward's wife Lee joined them and what a honey she was. It made Jilli wonder why Edward had bothered going after her and paying for it by stealing company vouchers when he had the luscious Lee.


Carnal Connection Pt. 01



Lee entered the suite nervously and Jilli was also nervous, as it was the first time threesome for her too. Edward didn't admit it was the first time for him so Lee and Chilli exchanged their first intimate giggle saying they thought it would not be his first. Chilli had played with girlfriends over the years in dildo sessions but the only licking was on thighs, bellies and breasts. On this occasion the rules were simple: anything goes. Edward's rules, that was.

Edward and Lee arrived at 7:00 to join Jilli. The waitress served Canapés and champagne. She left and Lee began unbuttoned and unzipping Chilli, with Edward leaning back watching, very bright eyed.

"You have lovely tits," Lee said, pulling down the apricot bra and squeezing them as if selecting peaches and then kissing them, working towards the stiffening nipples as Jilli unzipped the little black dress to find Lee was not wearing a bra or panties but a slim garter belt held up the black stockings.

"Leave our stockings on, he loves fucking me in stockings," Lee purred and then stretched one of Jilli's nipples with her teeth, turning Jilli's motor on. From then it became a blur – kissing and licking and dribbling champagne from open bottles onto skin including Lee's slit, which Jilli dug in her tongue to taste her first pussy. She would remember Lee's pussy as looking gorgeous and tasting gorgeous. She was on her knees over Lee's face and curled around the cushions on the sofa with closed eyes and wearing a fat smile while Lee was sucking her swaying tits when she felt the nude and familiar body of Edward climb on to her back and his lubed length slip into sloppy cunt and a lube finger began circling her asshole. Knowing where that finger was about to go was new for Jilli and she was excited. She tightened against his thrusting dick and he groaned. At that Lee wriggled down and appeared to be busy, probably sucking her husband's swinging balls.

With the finger worming inside her Jilli began panting and thrusting back hard. Lee yelled "Give her to me" and Edward pulled out with an obscene 'plop' and Lee's sucking mouth took possession and her darting tongue hauled the flow of liquid from Jilli into her mouth. Jilli rolled away with a very satisfied moan. Edward ripped off the condom and began titty-fucking Lee who demonstrated her expertise by opening-closing-sucking-opening her mouth like a goldfish in perfect timing to take in the upstroke and allow the backstroke to occur unimpeded.

Over an hour later the waitress returned when summonsed to serve dinner to three people seated at the dinning table obviously wearing only fluffy dressing gowns. 

The games resumed after dinner and later the two women played around for sometime after Edward left them. They joined him in the huge bed to sleep until he aw0ke them to attend to his morning erection. Having attended the wedding of her ex-husband the previous evening and tired after lengthy 'games' spread over at least four hours Jilli slept like a log thinking what a great finale it had been to her life in her hometown.

She called on her mom for coffee mid morning and caught the midday bus south. Jill's future life lay before her like a blank page because she was isolating herself from her past except she'd continue to communicate with her mom who'd pass on news about Jilli's father and extended family. Her communication with her father had never been great but in recent years after customary greetings he quickly slipped into substituting grunts instead of words unless he wanted her to get him a beer or talk about something confined to his own little world. In later years she'd scoff at his willingness to sink into such a basic and selfish existence – he grunted at her mom as well – but now she was in danger of digging a similar hole for herself unless she pulled out finger.

Chapter 2

Jilli had purchased a ticket to a distant city that the bus would reach after dark. Her idea was to leave the bus when it began its coastal route at an appealing small beach settlement. She didn't see any that appealed until just on dusk the bus pulled off the highway to drop off freight at a general store. Jilli left the bus thinking why not here.

The evening air smelt good and there was no evidence of bustle – just the place to sit and think while listening to the small waves tumbling on to the upslope of the sandy beach. Not far from the store she found a camping strip that also rented cabins.

"Hi – you're pretty," said a guy hanging up washing on a line between his mini RV and a tree.

She blushed – thinking where the hell did that come from – and said quietly with a soft smile, "Thank you – that was a lovely greeting" and walked on, not looking back.

The elderly attendant in the tiny office addressed her tits rather than her: "Yes, can I help you?" and probably was wishing he could help himself if his wife allowed that sort of behavior.

The rented cabin was small, featureless but very tidy and the sliding glass doors opened within feet of high water mark. Just the place to rest and reflect. Jilli unpacked her two small grips – she was traveling light and had given away all of her other personal possessions including many to Dick's new wife; the women agreed Dick wouldn't notice familiar items.

Jilli slipped into a baggy dress as she didn't want to excite the Lone Ranger with the RV just inside the entrance, but he was nowhere in sight. She walked to the village diner and consumed a beautiful piece of fish with salad and a glass of wine and finished with a white chocolate muffin and coffee.

As she entered the camping ground the light was on in the RV and the Lone Ranger had taken in his washing. She slept like a log and felt incredible free and virginal when she awoke to find it still dark.

A bashing at the flimsy side door pulled her out of bed. Sleepily and wearing only panties she answered and looked into the green eyes of the bemused Lone Ranger. He attempted to look everywhere but at her exposed tits and largely succeeded. 

"Hi – most people in the camp are old and sleep in. It's a short walk up the hillside behind us – sling on shorts and a top and come with me to watch the sun rise over the ocean rim. I watch it every morning."

"Okay – sorry for the embarrassment."

"What embarrassment? I'll wait on the road."

Jilli threw in some mouthwash and spat it out after putting on shorts and a top – he hadn't said bra and probably was the kind of guy who liked seeing an active shirtfront anyway.

"We'll have to hurry," he said, glancing anxiously at what he called the ocean rim; Jilli had always called it the horizon but ocean rim said it all. For some years she had swum four times a week and attended Pilate classes the other three days so she pushed him calling 'Get a move on' and finally had him almost at a run as they came through the end of the scruffy growth and on to an outcrop.

"Christ, you're fit," he said, bending over and holding his knees gasping while she stood straight, looking out to see, and only breathing a little heavily, enough to make the shirtfront very active. She knew by his generous comment they would be friends if he stuck around another day or two; she wasn't prepared to go as far and think lovers because right now that wasn't on the agenda.

"It will pop up where that halo of light is most intense, won't it?"

"Halo of light," he mused. "That's a cool description – yes it will. Here it comes, see the pink blush."

"Pink blush, that's cool," she said and although he didn't answer he could feel him, standing slightly behind her, gazing at the back of her head. God, her hair would be in the mess.

Half an hour later they were in the diner, he facing a plate heaped with steak, eggs, French fries AND potato cakes and no sign of salad. She boggled and noticed him looking at her small piece of pan fried fish and mineral water shaking his head.

"What do you do to burn energy?" he asked and her face burned; if only he knew.

"Swim and attend exercise classes and run around in a restaurant."

"A waitress?"

"Something like that."

"What else is there – oh, of course, barmaid?"

She shook her head wondering why he was dredging up her past. Now he was stymied and looking dumb. Actually, despite that look she saw he was rather handsome and very tanned, obviously an outdoor man and so lean. Ooooh. Cowboy – his accent appeared Midwest.

"Maitre d'," he said triumphantly and she was amazed: how on earth did a dirt farmer know that word? 

She didn't ask and he didn't say when she nodded. She asked, "Are you a rancher?" – she could always come down to dirt farm boy, and he nodded and added mysteriously, "Almost." Well, you are or you aren't – but what did it matter?

He went off on a mysterious errand 'to see a man about a fuel pump', whatever that meant. She bought a couple of fashion magazines and lay in the shade at the side of her cabin looking out to sea and read and thought and dozed and thought some more, eating two apples for lunch washed down by mineral water.

Jilli walked down to the RV at 5:00 and found Joe (Joe Wright he'd revealed in the diner that morning) asleep under an umbrella so returned and read for another hour and wandered back to find him still asleep. Well, too much sleep could be bad for him so she picked up a shaft of grass with a dried seed head and ran it across Joe's bottom lip. He awoke slapping at his mouth and eyed her a little mawkishly until he focused. 

"Bitch."

She giggled, "Oh, so you know my real name?" 

"You were the manager of that big hotel restaurant and bar weren't you?"

"I might have; how did you know it was big?"

"I dreamt about you."

"You make me feel nervous saying that."

He smiled and said she shouldn't be; he only dreamed good dreams.

"It was 226 rooms actually but enough of that, I'm escaping from my past."

"Me too."

"What?"

When he didn't respond she said, "I'm inviting you to the diner for dinner."

He smiled and said if she didn't mind spending a bit more he had a better alternative – but it's a three-mile walk there and back. "I was planning to go there anyway for the exercise."

"Good, I'll throw on a dress and sneakers."

They arrived back after midnight as friends. There is nothing like a long walk to get to know someone. They'd wound around the coast to a tiny fishing village and ate at a small fish café run by a family of Romanian immigrants.

At the door to her cabin they kissed, gently and without evidence of rising passion. She told him she'd meet him on the hill to say goodbye in the morning.

He nodded and said, "I've really enjoyed your company Jilli; you're a real woman."

She gave him a broad smile as if she knew what he was talking about.

He arrived up the hill at 6:00 next morning and found her waiting for him. They watched the light red orb rise fully only to disappear behind a growing layer of cloud.

"Magic."

"Truly," he replied.

He climbed over the stile at the bottom of the track and held out his hand to help her over; they both would have known that was unnecessary. They walked on to his RV nearby and he'd not released her hand and she actually moved in closer to him.

"Well," he sighed, standing at the driver's door.

Rather than wearing a sad face, Jilli looked distinctly apprehensive. He swallowed and said nervously, "Want to come with me?" and on her face saw another dawn rising.

"I'm packed ready to go; I just have to drop off the key a day early," she smiled.

He smiled, hugely.

* * *

"I'm recently divorced," he said, turning the vehicle off the coastal road to head inland towards a major route.

"Me too."

"Well, well. Any kids?"

"No."

"Me neither – she's clearing away for good this week to close that chapter in my life."

"Well, we have that in common: Two people with buried pasts. I'll have no problem living with you in every way if that's what you want. I appreciate you may not be ready."

"Oh, I'm ready," he grinned. "I lied when I said I only dreamed nice dreams – an innocent might think what I was dreaming doing to you was not at all nice."

"Why don't you tell me about it, in minute detail," she said softly, turning to rest her back against the side of her door and kicking off her shoes raised her legs and placed them over his near thigh."

He swallowed and concentrating intently on the road ahead began making up a wonderful seduction scene.

* * *

They stopped at a small rural servicing center for coffee and a stretch. Joe stirred his coffee and said, "You can come on my journey home any distance you wish, even all the way. I warn thought if you do come home with me my parents could be mad at us – I have just extricated myself from a she-devil."

Jilli smiled and thought Jo was an educated guy, judging by the way he spoke. He was probably a college boy and perhaps took an agricultural degree.

"Home is a 25,800 acre ranch carrying 825 cow-calf pairs and 125 summer yearlings. It lies in Butte County in northwest South Dakota. Ever been there?"

"No."

"Scared of cattle?"

"Probably."

"Can you ride a horse?"

"Yes and motor-cycles."

"Cattle will be wary of you unless it's one who is loco or a bull showing off."

"Say what you like but you won't scare me off. I have nowhere to run so may as well run with you."

"I like the sound of that.

"Out on the street Joe actually scuffed a foot. "I'm just off to the pharmacy for a minute – gosh I hate doing this."

"I have some in my bag?"

The response came from a man looking reprieved from hanging, "You do?"

"Yes – condoms."

Joe slapped her back rather hard and said she was a lifesaver.

Jilli decided to ensure he didn't have a saintly image of her in his mind. "Joe, I must tell you that when my marriage failed I didn't hide in the closet weeping – in fact I became rather active, if you know what I mean."

"Ruff ruff," he beamed. "Me too which is why my parents sent my away on my camper before I got myself shot by an irate husband."

"Oh you naughty boy you," she said, leaning in an all but touching him. He went "Ruff ruff."

Joe entered an RV park saying his mother had made him promise he wouldn't camp the night anywhere else because of the potential danger of camping out alone.

"Should we do it before we look for a place to eat?" she asked and the look she got told her she'd read his mind. He didn't bother to answer.

Well, poor Joe, Jilli thought afterwards, watching him sleep. The poor guy scarcely knew what had hit him. If the twenty-five year old was as experienced as he'd indicated, it obviously had been with complacent and under-achieving women.

He started a little shaky – his fingers were shaking as he unbuttoned her shirt and then he said the obvious, "You are wearing a bra" and she had to steady herself from assisting his fumbling fingers."

"God, just look at these – they're great," he said as at last he dumped them bared on to her chest." Apparently he'd forgotten they were on full view the previous day when he'd knocked on her cabin door.

"I do, I look at them at least twice a day," she said dryly and he laughed nervously as if undecided what to do next.

"Shorts off, knickers down and lick – but no need to rush," she said helpfully.

"Thanks – usually when I approach a target it's already unwrapped and waiting for me on the bed."

Well, that explains something, she thought – but 'target', perhaps he hadn't been to college?

"Er lick, you mean without any foreplay?"

"That is foreplay."

"But what about kissing as the prelude?"

"I don't mind you kissing my pussy and then kissing my lips – I have no problem tasting myself."

"Some females do – they absolutely hate it."

"Do they? Well most of my friends were college girls. We played around but none I was wish every licked pussy."

"Oh college girls – yes I'd forgotten about those days. I guess there is a rural conservatism around where I live. In fact I've only seen one shaven pussy there and it still had a topknot of hair – not a real baldy like this one."

He licked exquisitely, rolling Jill's eyes, and then sunk in his exceedingly flexible blade; the darling's abnormally long tongue almost brought her to a premature ejaculation!

After that he was okay and manfully steered it in and she participated but only in first gear because his seduction techniques appeared rather fragile and she had no wish to make the poor darling feel inadequate. He finally climaxed like a high school orchestra ending a number and appeared very pleased with himself, panting a little and asking solicitously, "And how was that for you?"

Oh, he cared, and that pleased Jilli. She answered how she expected he wanted to be answered, "Why, very nice thank you" and gave no sign of yawning.

She sat up and gripped his sticky wet floppy in her hand and sighed, "Let's shower again."

Back on the bed she straddled him over his head and slowly worked her tongue down his middle, over his belly and through the small forest until she reached the floppy appendage that she sucked into her mouth while cupping his balls. She felt a tentative lick around her pussy so cooed – "Good boy" and the licking intensified. She reached across for her lube bottle and working an exploratory finger into his butt was returning to take in Mr Floppy when it stretched like an elastic band and almost poked her eye out. She purred and attacked him with more horsepower than even the naughty twins from a neighboring ranch, if they existed, would have applied on him in unison. She realized she hadn't sheathed him but as he was behaving like a runaway train ignored the oversight.

Finally he croaked into his ejaculation. She caught some between her tits and rubbed it into the flesh while staring at him, making his eyes bulge.

"Jesus Jilli."

She thought he delivered a reasonable load; he called it one of his best ever. I have news for you buddy, thought the woman who'd decided to become his bedtime tutor.

Jilli put Joe through some of the hoops until his come was reduced to a limited output of clear ooze. She then crouched over his chest, balancing on one hand while two-fingering herself into yet another squirt; as it came she leant forward to deposited the liquid into his slack open mouth. "Yuk," he yelled but she sat down right over him and soon he was happy licking her like an eager puppy."

"I'll never forget this fantastic occasion," he sighed, eyelids closing and fell asleep.

She showered wondering how the both of them had climbed into such a tiny enclosure earlier. After dressing Jilli went off to fetch takeouts.

Joe awoke, feeling the cold bottle of beer against his cheek. Half an hour later after eating he felt he had sufficient strength to walk to the toilet unaided.

They meandered as his parents had told him to wander slowly and get the woman out of his system. Joe said him mom had advised to take in some movies and visit art galleries; his father brought trouble with her when he advised Joe to frequent bars with good beer and to lay plenty of chicks. 

Seven days after leaving the coast they arrived at the entrance to the ranch and stopped a little way in along the access track.

"Oooh, Angus cattle."

Joe was too uptight to do anything but smile the compliment. "My mom..." he began stopping.

"You are a little afraid of her. That's okay, many guys are afraid of their moms."

"I'm afraid she may go ape when she sees you with me, screaming at me haven't I learned my lesson."

"Just tell her that you thought it would be handy having a great fuck waiting for you at home instead of having to go out looking for it; she'll understand."

Joe turned puce. "My mom would kill me if I spoke to her like that."

"If she goes bananas say you thought it best to say fuck rather than cunt."




Carnal Connection Pt. 01



Joe pulled his hair and pleaded with Jilli to stop kidding.

"Come on Joe, I'll be alongside you to hold your hand."

"Christ, don't touch me in her presence – if you do she'd know we are fucking."

"Isn't that what happens when boy meets girl; it's meant to happen?"

"Jilli, you don't know mothers and especially my mom."

"Well, I do have one of my own."

"Do you," he said banging his head on the steering wheel.

Jilli jumped out, opened his door and hauled him out.

"Christ you're strong," he said and she replied for a guy who was scared of his mom he had a foul mouth that could land him in strife.

"I'm under stress."

She jumped in and began driving off.

"Where are you going!" he yelled.

"To introduce myself to your mother."

"Jilli – come back. Mom will kill me for acting cowardly."

She stopped and told him to get into the passenger's seat. He did so saying sulkily, "Now she'll know we've been fucking. In our family women only drive when no man is in the vehicle."

Chapter 3

A hundred yards from the house Jilli pushed the horn twice to give a little toot of 'here we are', unaware that the vehicle was fitted with air-horns. The two blasts in late afternoon brought people and dogs running.

"Oh no, that's Reverend Wilson and Mrs Wilson visiting."

"You mom will probably insist we marry on the porch now to ensure no more wrong-doing."

Joe turned green.

Jilli relented. "Look Joe, just tell her you found me a mile down the highway and brought me home for dinner and a bed – don't say your bed. Say I was walking to Rapid City and became disoriented and ended up here. What can go wrong with that?"

"Mom says she always knows when I lie."

"Joe, my mom does too – it's a mother conspiracy – total bullshit."

The 'terrifying mom' was all of 5ft 6in and quite slender and came trotting with a motherly look that turned into surprise when she saw it wasn't her son behind the wheel.

"Good evening ma'am – I was nervous at the standard of your son's driving so took over the wheel. I drive 20 miles an hour slower than he does and don't have the belief like he does that I'm driving the latest sedan with all modern technology to enhance safe driving."

"Well, thank you. Abe and I love our trusty RV. I'm Jess – I don't believe I know you."

"No ma'am – Joe found me in a bad way over at the coast and offered me shelter and comfort. He's such a lovely boy and we, well, rather fell for one another. But he always insisted on wearing condoms."

Jess turned scarlet and urged Jilli to hush. "That's the Reverend Wilson and his extremely strict wife Margaret-Jane on the porch."

"Sorry Jess," Jilli whispered. "I'd never knowingly embarrass you. Joe, for goodness sake, say hello to you poor mom who's spent almost a month worrying about you."

"Hi mom. Mom, this is Jilli Drummond."

"I'm pleased to meet you Jill. Please don't be embarrassed but are you running away from the law?"

Jilli turned on her best tinkle laugh. "Oh goodness now, liked Joe I was running to escape my past – a divorce out of an unfortunate marriage. I guess it was destiny that we met, two lost souls. Will you approve of me sleeping with Joe in his room?"

"I...er...well yes. Obviously you two know each other intimately. Please don't indicate this arrangement to the Reverend and Mrs Wilson."

"No, of course not. You seem to be a lovely woman Jess – Joe told me you were sweet. Hop on to the running board and I'll return you to the house."

"Thank you dear, but I shall walk – it's only a short distance."

As the RV moved off Joe croaked: "That performance of yours was truly amazing; I've never seen and heard anything like it in my twenty-five years. You have her eating out of your hand and incredibly calling you dear. Even when my former wife became my fiancée she was never allowed to sleep in my bed."

* * *

The two women were drinking mineral water while the two men yarned out on the porch.

Jilli had taken over the preparation of the meal and Jess looked agog. 

"You are so fast and efficient and I cannot believe you are almost unerring in your ability to find cooking dishes, utensils and spices and mixes for the sauce."

"It's your kitchen Jess and women place items in their kitchen logically."

"How smart you are – are you a trained cook?"

"Yes, I attended a top school in New York after graduating college but never made it to identify myself as having super chef potential so I diverted to executive chef and then into straight management where my degree was a stepping stone qualification."

"What an exciting life you've had for such a young woman – Joe tells me you are only a year older than he is and you were married only half the time he was."

"Yes, that's true. I'm happy about our wee age difference but sad about our marriages."

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that softness in you Jilli – Joe tells me it's Jill followed by an 'i' and that's how your mother named you."

"Yes, I would have preferred a more conventional name like...like Maureen."

"Oh heaven forbid – I was landed with Jessica and in my teens was stroppy enough to insist being called Jess, and so it came to be."

"I love Jess as a name."

"Thank you dear; I'm becoming used to Jill followed by an 'i'. Now dear, don't be upset about this but Abe says no – no way. You must sleep in the guest room. I'm sorry dear and I must admit I didn't fight him over his decision; I become weak at times."

Jilli pulled out the roast of beef. "That has to rest for at least ten minutes. I need six minutes to freshen up and then when I reappear call Joe in from the porch and keep him here – three minutes will be long enough for that."

"Long enough for what dear?" but Jilli was already disappearing down the passage. She was gone almost six minutes and when she reappeared Jess gasped – as Joe would. Jess was looking at a most beautiful woman in a little black dress with her hair in a French roll and full make-up.

"Joe – in here and sharpen the carving knife please," his mother called.

Joe and Jilli passed in the doorway and he turned to look back at the doorway as he approached his mother he said, "Who the hell was that?"

"A lovely woman Joe and extremely bright and talented. You did extremely well to find her."

The porch lights were on so Abe saw Jilli approaching and climbed to his feet and gaped. "G-good evening."

"Hello Mr Wright."

"Abe, please. Sit beside me."

"Thank you Abe. Jess tells me you've insisted on other sleeping arrangements for me."

"Yes, and surely you can understand my point of view as head of the house."

"Oh absolutely. Whether right or wrong you are entitled to a point of view."

Abe scratched the back of his neck. "Meaning?"

"Did you and Jess sleep together before you marriage?"

Abe squirmed and said no, but that really was no business of Jilli's.

"Have you slept with any other woman since your marriage?"

The sound of distant cattle calling in the evening quietness could be heard as well as the sound of a stone in the kitchen putting an edge on to steel.

"Be careful with your answer Abe because if I suspect it is false I may have to do some special enquiries of my own. Joe says he'll introduce me to his friends and I will be talking to their mothers I guess, though really it's no guess. I'm rather good at encouraging people to unbundled, especially adult females."

It was whispered: "There have been a couple. Excessive liquor was to blame."

"Well, I guess you will be whispering to Jess before we begin eating that you've had a change of mind and it's okay for me to sleep with Joe. Joe and I have been sleeping together for eight nights now so it's really no big deal."

"You have quite a way with you my girl. If it works out that you stay here you could fit like a glove to live in this territory. I'll tell Jess and congratulations – it's been a long, long time since a woman pulled one over me."

Jilli stood up and told Abe to come in and carve the meat; it was only proper for the head of the outfit to do the carving.

They came through the door, Abe having taken Jilli by the arm and mother and son glanced at their arrival and looked away, pretending nothing unusual was happening; both knew it had been a long, long time since Abraham Wright had acted with old-fashion courtesy.

While Jilli stood beside Joe as he poured four glasses of red wine Abe whispered to his wife, "Change of mind; she can sleep with him."

Jess was only mildly surprised, "She's quite something, isn't she?"

"Perhaps a little too skilful at being persuasive."

"Mark my words Abe, that girl could practically walk on water if she tried."

Jilli lay awake with that comfortable and half-drowsy feeling one sometimes experiences after a big meal, wine and long, affable conversations. They had gone to bed agreeing to keep the noise down, so she twisted up and Joe lay behind her, entering her pussy from the rear and they went at it slowly, she rocking and he shafting slow and measured. Jilli rather like this position when tired as it required little effort from her and her tits were palmed and rocked with the nipples caught between fingers and squeezed; from time to time he'd lean forward and bite gently into her neck. Oh yummy. She knew a section of uptight females existed whose mission in life seemed to be to react with their knickers in a knot calling such treatment as subservient, but to hell with them – she liked sex how she liked it though without cruelty and the more variety the greater her interest and desire to return for more.

While Joe backed big city sophistication he more than made up for that, in her opinion, with his rural values. He seemed to care about almost everything and really gave the impression he cared about her. She wondered how would he react when he heard she'd been with another man or even caught them at it. Jilli had gained the impression after her recent life that she could never return to being possessed by only the one guy for life or at least as long as she could do it and still enjoy the ritual. Jess she really liked and Abe – well, the jury was out on him; he really was a tough guy mentally and probably physically. At the same time he'd be a good guy to have on side. 

Joe's parents were good solid country folk with strong values and prejudices which probably would be rarely considered and updated and appeared naïve because they'd been brought up to trust and to assist other people as they believe it was the right thing to do. She accepted it was the perfect starting point in a relationship – in the city one tended to have to win the respect of other people. It probably exposed country people to risk but she guessed if their exposure was to people of similar elk the risk was minimal. It was people like her they needed to be careful with but compared to many outsiders around the risk from her, in her view, was minimal. Her natural instinct was to treat people how she found them and rarely made mistakes – her ex-husband of course was one massive mistake. 

Well, what did she want to do with the remainder of her life? Jilli yawned and that did for a response; she didn't even really know why she was here. In leaving behind the other life she'd screwed up on, her new motto was to make the most of apparent opportunities. When she first laid eyes on Joe her interest had gone beyond simply fucking him; she wanted to find if he were an opportunity. Landing on a ranch with black cattle didn't seem much of a long-term opportunity but who knows what tomorrow could bring?



To Be Continued 



Carnal Connection Pt. 02



SO FAR: Divorcee and short-term prostitute Jilli Drummond has endeavored to escape from her sordid past and on the coast meets a young man Joe Wright who has taken a month off to recover from the aftermath of his divorce. Joe takes the former hotel restaurant manager into his mini RV on the homeward leg of his circuit. 'Home' is a 26,000 cattle ranch in South Dakota. Thus begins a cultural shock including some exciting times for the refugee from the city.



On her first morning on the Wright's Narrow J Ranch Jilli was stirred from sleep pre-dawn by a cock's crow that also woke Joe who introduced her to a new day's cock. After it was over he kissed and patted her before weaving off for a pee and returned to sleep back some energy.

She dressed in her traveling shirt and shorts that had dried from being washed in the shower the previous evening. She walked out on to the front porch and looked out into the direction of the brightening light in the sky.

"Best time of day."

She came close to peeing herself in fright, having another male's voice behind her, just off to the right. Of course, Joe's dad. Fuck he'd scared her as she'd set her mind free to greet the new dawn.

"Yes, it's lovely; away from the city the first light air seems to wash one's skin."

He snickered. "Hopefully it's free of agricultural chemicals."

She'd have turned to him and smiled; she guessed in the strengthening light he'd catch the smiled answer if her were looking; being a man and watchful of his son's pick-up babe he'd be watching.

"How was the sex under my roof?"

Time to show he wasn't the only toughie around here. "Astonishingly good – your son is masterful at it Abe. I hope for his sake he's equally good at ranch chores or whatever you call them."

Abe was grinning and patting the chair beside him. "Sit down here young woman – about the only thing I lack around here is lip and you seem to have a can of that."

"You'll have to knock me down to stop me Abe," she smiled. "I've inherited my smart-ass mouth and my grit from Irish and Scottish forebears."

"We claim white South African and Scottish ancestry and pretend we are untainted by English blood, just like your family I suspect."

She chuckled and said the English were not all moaners or prissy brats.

"What would you like to do today?"

"Go to the nearest large center to buy a car. Would you take me Abe?"

"What kind of car do you want me to buy you?"

She flushed with embarrassment. "Oh no, you don't understand; I have money and shall earn my keep while I'm here. It's just that I don't know much about vehicles and don't want to feel I'm isolated out here during my stay as I really am a city girl."

"You don't much worry about what kind of vehicle – just that it must have four wheels and only require gas and then it takes you anyway at anytime?"

"Yes, exactly. You're the man Abe."

"Go fetch us coffee Jilli and we'll take the mugs for a walk."

* * *

They entered one of the huge barns; it was filled with vehicles and machinery. Jilli saw with affection the RV was lined up with other road vehicles. There were no cars, only Dodge pickups, one an extended cab; she assumed that was Abe's and also served as the family chariot.

He walked to the last vehicle and pulled off a dustcover. "Will this do you?"

"Perhaps," she said doubtfully looking at the lowered old Ford pickup. "Does it go?"

"Faster than any other four-wheeler in this barn," he grinned.

"But it's old."

"Jess is putting on the years but you wait till you see her dressed up, very much like the transformation you hit us with last night. This baby has been re-engined with all-new running gear with permanent four-wheel drive. Can you drive – I mean really drive?"

"I think so. I received my grounding as a teenager being a member of the V8 Boys Gang, as a driver, not as a groupie."

"What's a groupie?"

"I'll tell you when I think you're old enough to learn about groupies Abe."

He roared with laughter. "I was just trying you on; I read car, truck and motor-cycle magazines – it's a hobby. I drove Betty a couple of weeks ago so she'll start fine."

"Betty?"

"Betty Ford. Get it?"

"No."

"You'll a real smart-ass Jilli," he grinned as she'd been able to hold back her smirk.

Abe drove it out and Jilli fell in love with the burble of the motor – saw the twin exhaust tail pipe endings under the driver's door and when Abe turned the vehicle she saw two more under the passenger's door. This was a wolf under sheep's clothing although the narrowed depth of the windscreen indicated a cut-down body with properly excessive power under the hood. The white body and grille indicated a 30's something model but Jilli was sure much reworking of the body lay hidden under the ho-hum exterior.

As she approached Abe alighted and waved her into the lowered seat and that's all – no instructions, no warnings about overpowering into turns or to drive carefully to get the feel. He watched as she buckled up the double harness without fumbling. She smiled beautifully at him and winked and drove off as if Miss Daisy was in the back seat.

Jilli went down the dusty gravel main access road and then turn-off into the dusty paddock at the first gateway and went back towards the barn over the rough terrain, assuming this was the horse enclosure when they were kept near the homestead. Joe had said they carried fifteen horses as from June to October people paid to stay Friday to Monday in the modernized original bunkhouse with its communal kitchen and ride over the property that in its heyday spread over 224,000 acres.

The ride was stiff, as she expected, but with no apparent handling difference than driving on the graded track she knew the engineering underneath her was superb. She returned to the access road and headed back to the barn at a higher speed and circled it, waving to Jess and Joe who were now standing beside Abe. She went off and circled the house, staying clear of the poultry shed and the more distant kennels where the inmates were in frenzy. She barreled around the end of the house climbing rapidly from 15 mph to 60 and keeping the four-speed manual box in third gear shot past her waving spectators and returned at the same speed weaving between the two water tanks and the elevated diesel and petrol tanks without dropping speed and halfway between her spectators and the house slowed and spun the vehicle into twin 360's and ambled back to them at 15 mph.

She looked at Abe first to be greeted by a very toothy smile. Jess looked worried and Joe wore a 'that's-my-girl' smile.

Abe opened her door as she unbuckled. "What do you think?"

"Made for me."

"Betty is yours for as long as you live on this ranch."

Jilli alighted and kissed Abe for his generosity.

"You drive safely in this thing Jilli, it's no toy."

"Yes Jess, I have been known to show responsible behavior at times."

When Joe drove off to join three ranch hands to shift cattle to new pasture Jilli prepared to spend a boring day with Jess who said she would be sewing new cushion covers. Abe said goodbye and as an after thought said to Jilli, "Wanna come?"

Anything was better than sitting inside or lounging on the patio so she jumped at the invitation. "Where are you going Abe?"

"Over to the Zimmerman's."

"God, you can't take Jilli over there looking like this – take her into town and buy her a shirt, Stetson and girl boots."

Abe looked pained. "I know nothing about girl clothes."

"True," Jess sighed. "But Jilli does." She went over and kissed Jilli and said, "Mae acts as if she's the First Lady in this community and unfortunately her daughter Grierson is going the same way. We can't have you going into their home looking like a waif from the city."

"Community?" Jilli asked looking out through the windows in three directions without another house in sight.

"I know what you're thinking dear," Jess smiled. "You probably have the feeling of being isolated but we do have neighbors and I grant you there are some distance away. The population of Butte County is about four persons per square mile. Oh, and another thing when we make an offer it is polite to accept; I realize you're huffing wanting to tell me you can afford to pay for your own clothes. We don't doubt that; we just are being friendly and want you to feel welcome during your stay."

"You drive," Abe said, pointing to the black quad cab diesel. Once they were underway he called his neighbors; the phone was answered by Mae Zimmerman, She said Sly was over at the barn without his phone, bawling out someone. Jilli grinned hearing the plumy voice.

"He was expecting me over for coffee and a yarn, but we have a sweet city girl staying with us and I need to drop into Belle (Belle Fourche) to pick up some suitable clothing. She's wearing little black dresses up to her hips or shorts or jeans so tight her ass almost splits through when she sits down."

The plum dropped from the voice as Mae went into a hee-haw laugh and told Abe he was incorrigible. "How old is this city girl?"

"Twenty-six."

"Ah, I'll drag Grierson out of bed; she's bored to tears and would love company of her own age – I think that's her crying now. You'll be far too late for mid-morning coffee, come to late lunch. That will give you time to take your young women through to Rapid City to top stores – there are eleven shoe outlets in Rushmore Mall alone."

"As you say Mae, over and out."

Abe said to Jilli, "We have limited cell phone coverage at our houses, but only just; out on the range its CB radio or nothing beyond shouting distance."

At the road bounding the ranch, Abe directed Jilli to Rapid City. She purchased two Stetsons and four pairs of boots and sneakers, two pair of jeans, three dresses and a variety of shorts and tops, belts and jewelry.

Abe's wearily patient face burst into motion, Jilli saw, as she walked toward where he was sitting. She wore a button down collar white and blue traditional western shirt, loosing fitting boot jeans, brown oiled anklet length boots and a brown Stetson that made her look both tough and beautiful. 

He said something that sounded like "You're the daughter I never had" but he was wiping his nose so she thought it was a comment not meant for her. She just apologized for taking so long and handed Abe the receipt for the Stetson she was wearing and the boots and handed him the shopping to carry except she held on to the white Stetson with a white fine plaited headband that had cost her – ouch! It was for weddings and rodeos if any invitations came her way.

He'd left a small package on the seat and as they both eyed it he said, "It's for you."

It was kindda cute – a belt with a silver buckle with the inset 'J' in rhinestone. Although not something she'd buy for herself she would now wear it so yelped with delight and kissed him – Abe was so pleased he forgot to look around and be embarrassed at the attention they were receiving in the busy mall.

Jilli reached into the side pocket of his jerkin without comment and hauled out his phone, redialing the last number called.

"Mrs Zimmerman? Jilli Drummond calling – I'm your late-late luncheon guest with Abe Wright. I've had such a wonderful time..."

"And time ran away on you and you believe I'll greet you by kicking Abe's ass for lateness?

"Well, I had been told you were a lady," Jilli giggled.

"My, you have a smooth tongue. I knew you were female and knew you were being taken shopping so added an hour on to your expected arrival time. It will be spot on if you leave Rapid City right now; it will mean the Zimmerman's being saved from starvation."

"Oh I'm really sorry Mrs..."

"Jilli, shut up. You're our guest – you can do anything."

Abe said as she handed back the phone, "You can even charm the pants off them on the phone."

"Excuse me?"

"Mae is rather a hard-nosed bitch; deep down she was thinking of kicking my ass for being late until you laid your super-charged honey drops."

"What?"

"Never mind. Just treat Mae like a loco cow capable of charging you when you least expect it and you should do fine with her. She's the only woman around these parts that scares Jess."

As they left the parking lot Abe instructed Jilli to keep to the speed limits through the city and to floor it when he told her as he knew the usual spots for stationary road radar speed checks.

They flashed past the gateway to the ranch and in forty-eight minutes and Abe said quietly – "That's a new record from mall to ranch gate – a full four minutes on me. How come?"

Borrowing and modifying terms used by her horse riding instructor she remembered from some years ago, Jilli said straight faced: "I drive maintaining a classical seat with straight lines and keep my foot on the gas pedal balanced and loose while applying even pressure." 

Abe guffawed and almost choked. "God, you can be so funny."

An elegantly dressed blonde woman in dark sunglasses, long white shorts, floral shirt and sunhat was standing on the steps to greet them and a younger edition joined her and then out came a big-belly man clutching a can of beer.

"She would have seen our dust cloud on the gravel," Abe said in case Jilli had not worked out how their hostess knew to be there.

Jilli slowed to avoid covering them with dust as while there was an extensive concrete apron the wind was coming from behind the vehicle.

"God – did you fly Jilli?" Mae asked, looked at her watch.

Abe called out he needed a clean pair of underpants.

"Get him a pair Sylvester."

"I was only kidding Mae," Abe protested.

"So was I," was the cool reply.

Mae walked up to Jilli as she alighted and put on her new Stetson.

"Oooh, great shopping. My, what a wonderful figure."

"Cloned from yours I rather suspect, " Jilli said, drawing a slight smile.

"Calling me Mae is fine. This is my husband Sylvester – don't kiss him he'll smell of beer – and this big darling in my Grierson." 

Jilli was 5ft 11in in her stocking feet but the Zimmerman girl stood another three inches taller. She was a little too thin and her skin rather weathered but the underlying beauty was there. Her eyes were piercing blue but on this occasion friendly as was her smile and she practically rushed forward at the introduction and hugged and kissed the visitor who just had time to drag off her hat.

"God, you smell lovely. What is it called?"

"Sweat," Jilli said straight-faced and even Mae smiled. 

During a beautiful lunch in the shelter outdoors Mae asked Jilli with casual deceptiveness, "Why are you staying with the Wright's? She received a most unexpectedly honest reply.

"I met Joe over at the coast, on the second night we fell into bed by mutual consent and it was so good that neither of us wanted to give it up so here I am."

Both men looked as if they'd trade a thousand bucks to be out on the range, anywhere on the range and Grierson looked as if someone was reading her Cinderella. 

"Oh, that's s-o-o beautiful."

Her mother unleashed her claws. "I think that's something you should not talk about; it's so immoral. Grierson had been keen to marry Joe but finally decided she was too tall."

"Mother!"

"It's okay Grierson." Jilli soothed. "I believe it's traditional for mothers to take the moral high ground. My mother spent all the time I've known her perfecting ways to embarrass me."

"Really – then my mom is not unique?"

"I think she possible is, Grierson – but not insofar as embarrassing her daughter is concerned. In that respect she's a typical mom."

"You are very bold Jilli – my mother is very dominate."

"My instincts tell me to like your mother Grierson – I imagine she's placed a spear in the ground and she stands by it, solid and true like the pioneering ancestors."

Mae coughed coldly. "Am I superfluous to this conversation?"

The two men looked as if they' pay five grand each for a saddled horse and a gate opened to the range.

"Oh no Mae, please excuse me for my rudeness. I guess I was over-keen to attempt to bond with Grierson. Please fire away and cut me to ribbons."

Mae paused briefly before replying. "You are a most unusual woman Jilli; my impression to this point is you are as hard as nails but with your smile and calm projection you can be so seductively disarmingly."

Jilli was instantly seductively disarmingly: "You sum me up so well Mae."

"God Jilli, you're incredibly," Mae said generously. "You are the most interesting woman who has entered this community in zonks – probably not since the days of the original pioneers when women really were women."

"Huh?" the two men said in unison, unsure where during that head-to-head Mae had completed a u-turn.

"May we be excused mother?"

"Of course Grierson. Off you two go."

Grierson opened her phone and called a number using speed dial. "Okay Red, bring them over."

"With gear like that you can ride, surely?" Grierson asked, looking at Jilli's clothing.

"Well yes, but with limitation. Up to a canter is okay but if my horse broke into a gallop, or tried to jump something or plunge down a rocky slope I'd wet myself and abandon the saddle."

"Oh thank God, I haven't wound up with Superwoman," Grierson cried. The men laughed and Mae smiled at her daughter affectionately.

"The Paint is yours – her name is Vita which in Spanish means intelligent, which she is. Vita is quiet, fast and very reliable, broken in for trail riding, works instinctively in driving cattle and seems to enjoy roping and has amazing stamina."

"She sounds amazing – why don't you ride her instead of your big bay?"

Grierson said her long legs meant she was better suited to a taller horse like Harold.

"Harold?"

"I didn't name him and he doesn't respond to any other name because he knows he's Harold."

The Zimmerman seniors and Abe were watching to see if Jilli really could ride and appeared to lose interest when they saw her approach her mare on the proper side and introduce herself by rubbing a hand over Vita's nose before swinging up on to the saddle, a little awkwardly, but made it in the first attempt. The horses were walked to the first gate that was open and entering the huge pasture developed as a hay field Grierson kicked Harold into a canter and Jilli followed and soon looked very comfortable.

"I'm a little rusty."

"I knew that which is why I didn't attempt a fast getaway at the ranch house."

Twenty minutes later, mostly walking, they came to a large damned lake with cottonwoods at one end and after attending to the horses the women went skinny dipping. Although it was late May and a sunny day the water at that altitude was cold so their dipping was brief. They then lay on a patch of clean grass drying because Grierson had not packed towels although had remembered sodas and biscuits.

Chewing on a biscuit, Grierson – probably a 34B Jilli had surmised – eyed Jilli and said she had lovely breasts.

"Guys seem to like them although I think there's too much droop but mostly I've been told that's just fine. Touch them if you want – I like being touched."

Grierson made a high-pitched sound and reached out a tentative hand. Soon they – both former college girls – were embraced kissing and breathing noisily.

"You...(puff)...want to (puff)...go all the way?"

Jilli's reply was to roll on to her back and open her legs. Grierson mounted her in reverse position and right in front of Jilli's mouth was a beautiful lush moist peach, confirming that Jilli's was not the only bald cunt in the community. She formed her tongue into a half-channel and pushed it in, feeling Grierson was slopping around happily down below, and allowed the taste of Grierson to trickle minutely into her mouth, knowing a mini flood was likely in due course as she put two fingers to work.

Both done, they lay back shielding their eyes from the late spring sun expressing surprise it was warm enough to remain undressed.




Carnal Connection Pt. 02



Grierson laughed. "God I feel such a slut and love it."

"Me too – I've come to prefer sensitive well-hung guys but if they are not around a lush babe is good."

Grierson said gently, "So we think I'm a lush babe?"

"Oooh yes. You have a beautiful cunt and know how to use it and I'd say one of the best tongue actions I've ever encountered."

"Really?"

Jilli laughed and said yes really. 

Grierson fell silent so Jilli asked, "What?"

"This is a little embarrassing. Please don't even hint about this to my mom."

"No, of course not. Why would you...oh I see. Your mom could become jealous."

"Yes, we are left alone long hours day after day and we become so lonely. We've been doing it for years."

Jilli said, "Good for you guys. And of course you and Joe would have been at it like rabbits – probably here many times."

"Yes, this was our favorite place. We gradually stopped when mom kept at me saying I was too tall for him – I had really shot up by then, so I switch to Carl Johansson but a second cousin arrived from Europe with the express purpose of hogtying him into marriage and that's what she did. So it was difficult for me to find guys that suited me – Gene who l go with now lives almost twenty miles across the border into Wyoming."

"Oh God, how awful for you. I'd marry a shorter man."

"You would?"

"Yes, providing his dick wasn't short."

They laughed and Jilli reached for her new friend's hand. "Look, you take Joe back – I'll leave in the morning."

Her hand was squeezed as Grierson burst into tears. She sobbed, saying that was one of the loveliest things anyone had ever said to her. "Thank you sweet Jilli – that is the ultimate gesture of friendship and here we are only having known each other for a couple of hours. It's not necessary though at any spark between me and Joe has died – I hurt him so much when I dropped him. I may as well tell you his father and my mom will be in bed right now and...and...oh God."

"Sometime you join them?" Jilli asked softly and Grierson with huge eyes nodded.

"How convenient – I think that's really convenient and really cool," Jilli giggled. "When I first met Abe I thought this is a guy who could have his dick out when he's away from home."

Grierson screamed with laughter and hugged Jilli when she said Grierson was free to come on to her whenever they were alone because she found she rarely was offered too much sex.

"Mom could make a play for you if she's full of gin and no-one else is around – she rather fancies herself in bed."

"I wouldn't mind but no, that could become a bit complicated. I think we should keep the special relationship between you and me our personal secret. Right?"

"Right. Let's fool around a bit more and then I'll send you home – if you follow instructions you won't get lost."

"Jilli laughed at said she had her cell phone." Obviously Abe's explanation has not gotten through to her.

"Love, cell phones don't work out here – out here you are on your own; always remember that and memorize the return route when you go anywhere and don't rely on fence lines as they turn and twist and confuse by meeting and then running off in different directions. Pastures on our ranch average a couple of thousand acres and are mostly that on Abe's ranch."

Grierson rode with Jilli to the first fence to ensure she'd learned how to detect a special horse 'crossing' in long stretches of fencing without gates. Jilli unlocked the special metal fastener on each of the four wires on two posts and stood midway on the wires to lower them and Vita carefully stepped into the next pasture and stood clear as she was trained to do. Tension on the strained wire lifted the strands of barbs almost back to correct level and Jilli had no trouble keeping each wire in place on each post while locking the total of eight fasteners.

"Good girl; just make sure you relock all fasteners. This facility saves you riding from the shortest distance of travel by up to a half an hour to find a gate and get back on line. You'll find gates where fences meet at right angles. Now ride up to that highest point and from there you'll see Wright's barns and ranch house and two other homesteads in the far distance. Your cell phone could work from there so try calling me because I'll worry unnecessary; I do know you're a smart girl but a greenhorn is still a greenhorn. The ride will take you forty minutes at a walk – just let Vita choose her gait.

On the peak Jilli saw ranchland as it was meant to be viewed: a massive undulating sprawl that almost took her breath away. Turning 360, she saw cattle and one herd of horses and four homesteads in all – but the livestock and buildings were merely small groups of dots on a sea of brown-green splattered by lakes and waterways. Aware of what she was feeling she knew probably for this first time in her life the true feeling of her place in the world.

Her call to Grierson was answered immediately. "Hi, I'm almost home. What do you think?"

"Overwhelmed."

"Good girl. I sometimes ride to where you are when I feel dispirited and I know mom does too. That fence in front of you has two extra wires as it's the boundary fence between the Zimmerman's and the Wright's. The horse crossing is just to your left. I have so much enjoyed my afternoon with you – we'll be the best of friends – right?"

"Right. I call you later tonight when I'm free – Joe expects to by home by 8:00 and will be hungry for it. Where do I release Vita after I have attended to her outside the tack room?"

"Right behind that barn is a small twenty-acre pasture. Just let her go. She'll graze within earshot – she'll know your voice by now if you've been talking to her."

"Yes, I've been talking to her – she's such a sweetie."

"In that case hang on to her. I'll tell dad – he'll be pleased because Vita is not a horsy horse – she prefers people."

With delight as she was returning from releasing Vita, Jilli saw Joe's vehicle was back in the vehicle barn. She'd thought she'd heard a vehicle while brushing her horse. She scampered into the house.

"Hello dear," Jess smiled. "Have a lovely day? Your Rapid City purchases are safely over in the sunroom."

"Hi-thanks-where is he?"

"In the bath with a beer."

"Oh God," Jilli yelled and ran to the family bathroom. She slammed the door shut and ignored the call "Hi" while pulling off her stupid boots and trying not to tear her new shirt while jerking at the buttons. She was panting as she removed her less than tight jeans, eyeing what was now growing in Joe's hand. 

Jilli jumped into the bath in her socks and pulling her panties to the side sat down on the erection that seconds ago still was semi floppy.

"Ooooh," she moaned as she slivered down its length, watched by her bemused male lover.

"It's the horse riding: it does this to some females," he grinned, reaching under her bra to haul out something to chew as she began bouncing.

A few minutes later they were both out of the bath: Joe had her leaning over it on a folded towel; she supported herself by grasping the far side as he sunk his pulsating dick into the gaping, dribbling hole.

"We don't have a condom," he panted.

"Doesn't matter – just stay away from infected girls."

"Right," he said, with increased weight in his thrust.

"Did you two girls go swimming?"

"Yep – was freezing."

"Did you fuck?"

"Yes, as best two girls can do without assistance."

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" he went, giving her everything while Jilli was into her vocal response to accompany her release and seemed to be replicating a horse's whinny. They ended up on the floor in a rearranged tangle of arms and legs, panting deeply.

"I'm pleased you and Grierson are friendly," he said. "It means a lot to me. Dad has made an offer on a forty-eight acre property with stables and a near new house not far from Belle. If he buys that place he and mom will leave here, leaving me to run this ranch which is in a family trust. I have a sister who is a computer systems engineer in Dallas so we all have a quarter interest. I'll go onto salary at the changeover. If they don't buy the little horse ranch they'll look for an alternative semi-retirement interest."

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes."

"I'm so happy for you," she said, kissing him.

He cleared his throat. "Would you want to stay on living here with me?"

"Yes, I'm old enough to do that without requiring a chaperone."

"God you're something," he said, grinning. "Most other women in your position would demand that I marry them."

She smiled and said lightly she was not an average woman. "When are you putting me out on some farming chore – Grierson has given me a horse."

"The Paint?"

"Yes."

"Good choice – she has wonderful endurance."

"You don't do too bad in that department yourself," Jilli said, looking down at the mess they were in.

He grinned with pride, pushed her fringe back and kissed her softly.

Not bad for a guy who's not quite ready for another round, she thought.

"I was planning to ride the western boundary fence line in the morning – a daylight start, doing it by four-wheeler. "If you are joining me we can do it on horseback if you wish."

"Yes, horseback."

As Jilli soaked in the tepid bathwater before dinner she thought of the conversation about Joe's parents moving out. Joe had acted a bit skittishly, making her suspect he was close to proposing to her. He may have only required a nudge but she'd chosen not to do that.

Why not?

Well some deep thinking was required. She'd taken up with Joe to secure a comfortable exit from her former life, not to marry him. She had no plan then and no plan now as it suited her that way at present – anyone one doesn't normally marrying the first guy one meets after leaving town. Her immediate focus had been on adjusting Grierson's thinking about her future – which seemed to require immediate attention. The poor girl was fixed on having to confine her interest in men taller than herself and regrettably she seemed to be in a community where not overly men were quite the norm. Perhaps it was bred into them – they wouldn't have so far to fall off their horses!

Oh, bad joke – spare me, she sighed. Well there was no reason why she couldn't guide Grierson while thinking about becoming Mrs Wright herself or alternatively deciding to give that a miss. The sex was fine but marriage was a commitment to a full life together and she wasn't sure about their common interests and the full extent of their compatibility and how well suited they actually appeared to be. Did she really want to father his children?

God, I need a drink Jilli thought, jumping out and adding splashed water to the already partly awash floor. 

Jilli went out in a pair of her new shorts and a new top, feeling great. The men were outside with their beers; Jess came to meet her, face rather tense. Uh-uh – has Mae been on the phone to tell Jess that Grierson has been fucking me? In Jill's view what she and Grierson had done was fucking although there had been no penis in her vagina they both had experienced multiple orgasms.

"Look Jilli, Abe and I have arranged to leave tomorrow to stay for a week in Belle (locals drop the Fourche). This is very short notice but instead of getting in a temporary housekeeper I was wondering if you could assume that duty and look after Joe. This is really..."

"Say no more; I'd be delighted and would appreciate you running through things with me. For example shopping – I have no idea about how to buy provisions, storage and that sort of thing. You continue with dinner preps while I pour you and me a Martini – I noticed you have the glasses and all the required ingredients."

During dinner when conversation with the oldies being away for about a week had died, Jess slapped her hand on her chest and said, "How could I – I forgot to say Mae called this afternoon to say she has decided to host a pot luck dinner to welcome you into the community Jilli. She's inviting ten couples and their sons/daughters still at home around your age so you don't get to feel isolated in this community. They're all be there I'm sure because not many people get invited to the Zimmerman Ranch."

"That's lovely of her," Jilli said, excitedly. "I'll phone and thank..."

"Wait just a bit dear; formal invitations will be delivered in the next day or two." Jess said warmly. "Abe and I'll attend from Belle of course."

As soon as Joe went off to bed Jilli went outside and called Grierson.

"I was hoping it would be you," Grierson said. "Your pussy must have had a real workload today."

They laughed and chatted on with Grierson finally ending saying, "I'll see you Saturday evening."

"How's that, what's on?"

"Just keep an eye on incoming mail," she laughed. "It's a surprise."

Jilli felt pleased she hadn't indicated she knew as Jess may have broken a confidence – or perhaps she hadn't been told not to pass on the information.

Chapter 4

At 4:00 Jilli's bedside alarm went and she turned it off but not before Joe mumbled 'Hastiest?" She lay still for a minute then dressed in her riding gear already beside the bed and carried out her boots and hat.

She made three apple pies – the larger one for Jess to take with her to Cousin Freda's and one for Jilli and Joe's lunch and she added prunes and dried apricots to the third to have at dinner. She prepared a casserole and set the time to start on slow cook at 10:00, figuring they wouldn't be eating much before 8:00 or 9:00 that night.

Joe bounced into the kitchen just before 5:00 and sniffed in the smell of cooking enthusiastically. By then Jilli was wrapping two lots of sandwiches – the big pack for morning and afternoon snacks and lunch for the fence line riders and the small pack for morning tea for his parents in case they became hungry on the short drive to Belle or decided to drive around for a while.

Joe took the piece of buttered bread Jilli handed him and said he was going out to where the horses were to trailer back the Arab stallion. "My quarter horses won't last the whole day at the clip your Paint manages. Be ready to move out in half-an-hour – this is a working day for you babe, not a relaxing ride in the city park."

"I know and I'm excited, very exited."

Joe looked rather pleased, kissed her with a crummy mouth and was gone.

Jess came out a few minutes later. "I must make lunch for you and Joe – is that apple pie I can smell? She looked at the three pies on the wire cooking racks and he mouth dropped opened and had difficulty closing.

Jilli brief her about the food and that the casserole would switch on at mid-morning.

"I can see my boy won't starve while you're around."

Jilli looked away, taking the comment as a major accolade.

The riders returned just after 7:00 that evening with Jilli almost asleep in the saddle.

"Where am I?" she asked, a little befuddled, most of her body aching and she had two cuts in her right palm under plasters, suffered when she attempted to catch a wire that had sprung back towards her when she had taken off her gloves.

Joe lifted her down with pride. She'd proved herself a great little worker and had screamed to an investigating two year old bull that caught her on the wrong side of the fence but it stopped, somewhat bewildered, when the human on foot yelled "Fuck off!" and turned back to pulling the wire stretcher as she'd been taught an hour earlier. Joe pulled out his 30-30 to scare the critter off but it walked away on its own accord.

"You shouldn't have turned your back on it," he'd muttered.

"I mostly didn't but was diverted momentarily by your face turning grim and pulling out that pop-gun."

"It's not pop-gun it's a..."

"Winchester lever action rifle – I know. When you are away all day I haven't just been doing fingernails. I've walked through all the barns looking at things, seen the gun rack that wasn't secure and locked and went out on the four-wheeler once I figured out how to ride it and looked at the horses and then came back and began reading 'Western Lore' and then it was lunchtime. Usually after lunch if you father is in he'd show me through the farm accounts, explaining things before going off for his afternoon nap..."

"My dad sleeps in the daytime!"

"Oh Christ, Joe, how was I supposed to know you weren't aware of that. If you tell him he'll never trust me..."

"Don't knot your knickers; there's no need for me to say anything." 

With midday approaching Joe had put Jilli to rest under a grove of dogwood trees while he rode on for another eighty minutes inspecting and repairing and was back for lunch just after 1:00. She was laying out lunch pretending she hadn't been asleep but Joe had known the Paint would have been aware pf their approach and would have taken some sort of action to wake up Jilli. The Paint was smart.

After lunch they had ridden to the nearest gate and passing through and closing it rode across almost one and a half miles of that pasture before coming to another fence. Joe tied a red ribbon at that point and they then travel back towards the ranch house along that fence line.

Jilli showered to freshen up but still was gripped with body exhaustion that would turn into painful discomfort during the next few hours with her body protesting at the long hours of being in the saddle and the similar unfamiliar actions of mounting, dismounting and bending at fence posts so many times. Julie knew she should have slowly worked up saddle time before taking on such a big day – the brute should have warned her, thought the greenhorn and knew then the meaning of greenhorn: she had not protected herself against her own stupidity by asking Joe did he think she'd be wise doing it. Well, during dinner she'd put on an act of being fit and cheerful and later leave him wondering why he was missing out on it that night.

Great idea but bad execution. She went to sleep in her chair before eating anything while Joe forked steak and gravy onto a piece of bread and grinned at her.

The next thing she knew it was dawn and Joe was dressed, bent over her with a cup of coffee. 

"You had a big day yesterday, stay in bed for a rest; I have run a hot bath for you." He kissed her forehead and was gone.

Tears came because she spilt hot coffee on to her front and knew by collapsing at dinnertime the previous night she'd shown her vulnerability – that definitely she wasn't Superwoman. At the same time she knew she'd bounce back. 

Mid-morning when completing housework Jilli heard noise in the nearest corral and investigated. She found three black cattle calves that wranglers must have brought in, all with a foot ailments but the immediate need was they had no water. She checked the poly tank but it appeared not to be damaged; she left the float rest in the bottom without inspecting it because she knew nothing about auto-valves. She lugged five pails of water from the tap outside the barn and half-filled the trough before she looked down and saw the supply tap to the tank, vessel, trough or whatever it was called was turned off. Seconds later the tank was refilling on its own accord – probably the valve was not shutting off correctly resulting in a persistent leak that would be a rainy day job for repair.

She went to the barn and moving stiffly from yesterday's riding marathon returned with two ropes, heavy steel basin, knife, pliers and a white container marked disinfectant. She studied the calves which must be five to six months' old because Joe had said calving finished in late December; she noted which foot each of them appeared to favor.

Jilli was relieved there was nobody around to watch Miss Bumblefoot. She had no skill at roping a moving animal let along a stationary one. With the third calf now drinking she dropped the noose over its head as the animal lifted momentarily to eye here; she tied the free end around a post after taking in most of the slack. The young heifer only noticed the rope when attempting to walk away; it stood and bawled out – probably 'Mummy!'




Carnal Connection Pt. 02



After jumping down from the top of the corral Jilli drove the calf to the length of its tether and attempted to hip push it against the rails but the little bitch kicked her quite hard. Jilli countered by laying a noose in the dust – she drove the skitterish calf over it three times but each time when she jerked the noose she found she'd captured nothing but a puff of dust.

Dust now covered Jilli's jeans and she was sweating and mad. She made a big noose and dropped it over the calf as she turned at rope's end to move away from her again. Jilli pulled the rope and found she had a calf and the neck rope in a noose pulled tightly around the calf's lower legs. Now what. The critter stood bawling. Now really fired up Jilli attempted to push the captured calf over to the railing but it simply fell over and lay still. At that point dusty and wet Miss Cowgirl realized she'd unconventionally roped her first steer – well, small calf. She giggled, feeling all but helpless and then recovered and went to work.

This calf was lame on the left front. Jilli found a swelling under the middle of the hoof, touched it with the knife and pus rushed out and poking with the knife tip some flesh came away so she cut around the area until all the rotted skin and flesh was gone. She tipped some disinfectant to soak the area and clearing away her utensils freed the calf which walked away without any sign of gratitude.

She approached the bull calf which stood defiantly while its two heifer companions backed away. A typical male, Jilli scoffed and threw the rope at it and the noose managed to survive the tossing of the head before Jilli realized it was not going to take ten attempts before success; she pulled the rope tight and ran and put the rope over a rail before running back; her momentum pulled the startled animal around and with a light thud it smacked into the rail. Cowgirl Jilli ran the rope through a post down low and took it back past the bull calf and tied it low around the next post and bingo, it stood ready and waiting. She inexpertly but probably correctly diagnosed the problem as a severe stone bruise as she found nothing to have invaded the foot which she then stuck in a bath of disinfectant for a moment, struggling for dominance, before freeing the ungrateful animal. She noted its ear-tag number – no cattle on Narrow J (the shape of the ranch) were branded but the horses were ear tattooed.

Clearing away the medical gear, Jilli approached the third calf, biggest of the three, with trepidation. This would be the one that would break her arm or dislocate her shoulder to once again expose her as a greenhorn, the little bitch. Jilli twirled the rope as she'd seen cowboys do in western films and apparently mesmerized the calf because it stopped backing away, allowing Jilli to get close and the nose dropped over it completely. She jerked the rope up as she pulled it tight and the calf bawled as it dropped to the ground probably in fright. Jilli darted forward to put a hitch against the noose as she was without those tying thingies.

Damn – the sore front leg of this one was in the dust. Two of the tractors had hoist things on them but she had no idea how to use them – the hydraulic thingies she meant. Jilli grabbed the four hitched legs of the calf and lifted until the animal was on its backbone and pushed; the calf  went over but its neck was in a crazy position and it was bawling. Jilli darted forward and screwed the head gently so that it and the neck looked to be in normal condition and the bawling stopped – either it was dead or a little happier. Its tongue emerged to lick over its dusty nose and that sign of life allowed Jilli to breath again.

There was a long infected lateral cut down the outer side of the leg probably caused by a broken tree limb or barbwire. She cut open two pockets of pus and disinfected the entire wound and went to the barn where she found a container labeled 'ointment' but with no identifying information. She couldn't find a bandage so assumed one doesn't bandage the legs of animals although she could remember seeing the legs of horses in plaster on TV. A cotton bandage would gradually rot on a calf out grazing so she took one from the human's medical cabinet.

Fifteen minutes Jilli drank her coffee and then a little painfully – but feeling she'd exercised away some of her stiffness but corral work had not eased her sore ass – she lay in a warm bath and slept for an hour.

A wrangler called Ivan Majors introduced himself just after 4:00 saying he'd ridden back early to attend to the calves but noted on the blackboard they had been doctored.

"How come?" asked the grizzly-faced guy in his fifties. "The boss described you as a city babe who'd been to college and ran a hotel?"

"It's called initiative, Ivan. Some call it brains. I don't know if I've done well."

"You've done good Miss but the guys will laugh at the bandaging. When we get out there they'll give you some crap – joking of course because the boss packs a good punch."

"Joe hits you?"

Ivan pushed back his Stetson. "That sort of stuff you must ask the boss."

Jilli grinned so Ivan grinned and said, "Come on Miss. We'll trailer them out now rather in the morning. You've saved us time. The boss will be proud of you being a city girl and doing this."

"No Ivan – don't tell him. I'm in the shit now for coming home last night almost with my lights out after riding all day. I failed the test."

"What test? The boss thought he'd be riding back here within three or four hours but instead you lasted all day apart from a midday rest and turped him up on the best apple pie he's ever tasted, apart from last night when he had a better one with apricots added but didn't much go on the prunes."

"He said that – he talks about me?"

"Occasionally – mostly about your little bits that impress him. We'd like to hear what happens about when the bedroom door shuts but he never does."

"Thank you Ivan, most informative."

Jilli drove because Ivan said he was virtually useless behind the wheel – he rode horses. She'd ever driven a trailer before but years ago had remembered watching a training film about backing a trailer and remembered the two keys were turning the steering wheel the opposite way to what one might think and to watch the very rear of the trailer to adjust directional steering. While Ivan was hustling the three calves into the loading chute she practiced backing and gained a bit of an idea. It took only four attempt for her to align the sliding gate in the piping in the rear of the four-wheel trailer with the chute gate – she'd expected it would take at least ten attempts and driving to where the men were working was a breeze. They were almost finished inoculating and drenching the calves running with some cows – apparently only one-fifth of the herd. To Jilli, she thought the entire herd was spread about before her. Five cattle dogs ran to greet them.

"How come you're back today Ivan?" Joe asked coolly after waving at Jilli.

"They'd been doctored Joe."

"Who by?"

Ivan looked up at the sky as if the answer lay up there.

"Good God," Joe said, staring at Jilli.

"Hi Boss," she greeted. "How do we get them back to their mothers."

"We," Joe emphasized, grinning, "inoculate and drench them first. Back in against the chute – we'll be patient."

The five ranch hands leaned against the railings to watch Joe's city girl perform. 

Jilli gritted her teeth and she made a right-angle turn before backing and performed a pretty good job, endearing herself when almost against the chute she leaned out the window and shouted, "Can someone tell me how fucking much more I have to go?"

A teenager jumped out and signaled two-feet with his hands and she stopped within an inch of the heavily constructed chute. As she jumped out she received an ovation and grinning gave the guys the fingers.

"Miss Jess would never do that," Ivan said, grinning in approval.

Joe demonstrated on one calf and Jilli inoculated and drenched the other two. When they were in the pen on the side of the corral ready for release everyone looked at the bandage in silence. That silence indicated to Jilli that she'd won enough respect not to be jeered at. That pleased her.

"How will the mothers find these babies?" she asked.

Joe said just watch, and opened a side gate that let the three calves straight out on to the pasture. They emerged around the end of the corral bawling and two cows came out of the herd immediately while another began trotting up from the far fence line and two other cows with calves joined the closing-in bunch.

"Those two with calves are attempting to kidnap my three calves."

"Your calves?" Joe grinned.

"A figure of speech – that's all. I'm off out there to sort this out."

"Go on foot and you'll be knocked down and trampled," Joe said. "Cattle are not dumb and are territorial about their young 'uns."

Within minutes the cows had it all sorted and the three calves were suckling their own mothers.

"Okay you lazy fuckers – the show's over, back to work," Joe commanded in a deep voice that Jilli had not heard before. So this was The Boss. She had the faint thought, quickly discarded, of taking him aside and rewarding him.

There were saddled quarter horses to spare for Ivan to grab a mount so Jilli drove back home to prepare herself for dinner. She'd had a potentially more bruising day but by using a bit of brain power and intuition she'd come through it well and in good spirits boosted about what Ivan had said about Joe being surprised she'd lasted through the previous day. Hey – where was the no-good hooker from the city?

A woman in a cheap dress was sitting on the porch deck leaning against the wall and stood up as Jilli approached.

"Good afternoon ma'am. I'm waiting for Miss Jess."

"Miss Jess is staying in Belle for a few days. I'm Miss Jilli – how may I help?"

"We're almost out of sugar and salt at the bunkhouse – we are provided all found."

"All found?"

"You know – beef, bacon, eggs, bread, milk, salt, sugar, coffee and the like. Our supplies are due this Saturday but we are almost out of salt and sugar."

"I see – my impression was only five men live in the bunkhouse."

"Yes and the ramrod lives a mile over in his house with his family."

"And you?"

"The boys pay Lizzie and me – I'm Di-di - to cook and care for them; you know what men require."

"I see," Jilli thought, having a good idea what that meant. "Come in and I'll get you what you want."

"Can't Miss, it's forbidden."

"Who told you that?"

"Nash the ramrod but all he was doing was teaching us the unwritten law. Just one scoop of salt into a plastic shopping bag and three scoops of sugar into another bag will be fine Miss Jilli."

The door was open but the woman had not gone in and helped herself to supplies worth less than a dollar; how long she'd been waiting was anyone's guess. Jilli had learned something about common ranch law whether or not pertaining just to this ranch. She rather liked the idea of Di-di abiding by the code despite being a waif.

"Here you are Di-di. You and Lizzie come to me with any problems when Miss Jess is not here."

"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

"Here – jump into the pickup and I'll take you to the bunkhouse – it's a mile away according to what I've been told."

"I don't think I should Miss."

"Stand on the running board then – I wanted to learn exactly where the bunkhouse was anyway."

"Right Miss."

Jilli drove fairly slowly and took the right-hand fork off the gravel road and on to a dusty track. As they breasted a hill Di-Di jumped off saying, "Goodbye Miss."

Jilli took a quick look at the bunkhouse which appeared to be a long building with a pitched room with twelve small rooms in a line with a big high vaulted section in the middle that presumably was the common room with the kitchen and service rooms tacked on at the back. There was quite a large corral at the back and water tanks but there were no gardens, no shrubs or lawns and not a tree in sight – very bleak looking but might look picturesque in the snow with the lights on and smoke billowing from the huge chimney. God, how DVD players must have changed the lives of those existing in such basic living conditions, she thought, turning off the narrow track to head back to the barns and to figure out how to unhitch the trailer before The Boss arrived home for his beer in the bath before dinner.

In the bath, Jilli knew why her shoulders ached. She was 120lbs and those calves she'd been wrestling with earlier would weigh something like 290lbs to perhaps 350 lbs. Abe had told her they were around 75lbs when born and stacked on in good years around 1.7 lbs a day until weaned at eight months. Refreshed from the bath she poured herself a wine and sliced the beef chunks thawed from the freezer ready to make a Thai dish Nua Tod Kartiam (stirred fried beef in black pepper and garlic) served with white rice and chose a quick dessert to make. She then settled on to the couch and called Grierson. 

To Be Continued



Carnal Connection Pt. 03



SO FAR: Divorcee and short-term prostitute Jilli Drummond has endeavored to escape from her sordid past and on the coast meets a young man Joe Wright who has taken a month off to recover from the aftermath of his divorce. Joe takes the former hotel restaurant manager home. 'Home' is a 26,000 cattle ranch in South Dakota. Thus begins a cultural shock including some exciting times and now it's time to introduce Jilli to local society.

Chapter 5

Hostess Mae Zimmerman met Joe and Jilli at the door as they drove up and greeted them both warmly. She raised her eyebrows in exaggerated fashion and said to Joe, "I haven't seen you in a suit since your wedding." He smiled, declined the offer of a tie and kissed Mae, looking ever so handsome thought Jilli as he stood back to let the two women do the inevitable. 

Mae said the strong color of Jilli's little red dress and matching shoes made her look stunning; Mae's very fashionable multi-hued mid calf dress with matching cape received lavish comments. Daughter Grierson arrived clad long in daffodil that made her appear 7ft tall followed by father wearing a tux and a young guy and inch shorter than Grierson in her very high heels who was introduced as Gene Perkins. He seemed polite and agreeable to Jilli who thought that would be just fine for Grierson, allowing her to dominate.

"Everyone into the family room for drinks," said the general. "You'll have to excuse me as I'll be darting away from time to time as I'll be needed in the kitchen."

"Wait, could everyone grab a dish from the back of my vehicle," Joe called and the general gasped when she saw the six dishes of beautiful looking food under the see-through wrappers.

Two young women dressed as professional bar waitresses – which they probably were – appeared and poured French champagne. There was only time for glasses to be clinked and the first sip when a vehicle horn blasted in staccato.

"That will be your parents," Mae said to Joe. "I invited them to come early to allow us to socialize briefly as two families. Abe in a tux ushered in Jess in black and both looked almost over-excited. Jess kissed Mae and then made a beeline for Jilli who was watching Abe whispering to Joe.

"Oh darling, the well-perfumed Jess said, smothering Jilli with kisses and rubbing Jilli's back as if the younger women had just announced she were pregnant which was something Jilli had only just begun to wonder about herself.

"Everyone," Abe called importantly looking at his watch. "Just ninety minutes ago we signed papers for the closing that will make us owners of the Paterson horse ranch on the outskirts of Belle."

Jilli jumped up and down in excitement and hugged Jess who said, "Our Realtor told us it might not have happened if it weren't for you Jilli because the Paterson's are such ditherers and were attempting to buy before they sold." It was a moment when Jilli became hugely aware of her miniscule relationships with such a few people in her new life – relationships that had not had time to develop and hold – that she'd once again contributed added-value to one of those relationships that placed her beyond being neutral or even worse, a 'taker'.

Momentarily she imagined she could feel the energy of Jess's feeling flowing into her, a feeling that distinctly felt like love – the love of a foster mom?

Just as well she felt the euphoric of those moments because the magic ended brutally. They were all still standing. As the burble died Mae drew Grierson to her and turning to focus on Joe said in a very clear and stern voice, "Now that are will be taking full control of the ranch Joe, isn't it time you chose who is to be your next wife?"

Jilli's throat caught, she didn't know why as she'd been making no claim. It was Mae's astonishing comment that had choked her and then she knew why – with Mae and perhaps the rest of her family this wasn't about ensuring comfort in life for Joe; this was about land ownership. Grierson marrying Joe would also tie the knot between the Zimmerman and the Wright ranches. Jilli thought what a hard woman Mae really was under that pretence of cuteness although she'd always been away the cuteness seemed a little short of being genuine. 

Jilli now wondered about Grierson: was she genuine or was that sluttish afternoon spent in Jilli's arms at the lake a calculated way to compromise Jilli? The intent behind that juicy afternoon under the been may well have been a preparation to expose Jilli for 'her disgusting behavior' in a community of conservative people who may have accepted Grierson's waywardness to dip into female-on-female sex but only because she was Mae's daughter. Amid any such accusation the stray from the city would be totally ostracized and to avoid isolating himself Joe would have to reconsider where his loyalties lay. Oh God, what a mess; Miss Smart-Ass had spiked herself perhaps fatally.

Then amazingly as Jilli swept her gaze around the room some of the reactions appeared most unexpected. Grierson appeared upset and was fighting to break out of her mom's hold – an evil grip? Gene looked bewildered while Sly was yawning as if bored by another of his wife's emotional outbursts. Jess who appeared horrified was looking across at her husband; Abe was smirking so what was the story behind that look?

Joe – Joe was the most unexpected reaction of all: he was grinning! Jilli was now totally confused.

"Adding Matchmaker to your well-earned title of First Lady of the county Mae?"

"That's community not county Joe," Mae replied frostily and snapped, "Stop wriggling girl."

"Wouldn't it be easier for you and Sly to offer big money to buy out the Wright family trust than to intrude into my personal affairs? Be careful Mae; don't tempt me to intrude vocally on your personal affairs."

Mae turned white and that shock allowed Grierson to break free. 

"Mom – you have it wrong. Joe and I didn't break up over height; that was the only dignified reason I could come up with at the time and you honed in on it. He dropped me because he thought I was too promiscuous and was unlikely to change after marriage."


Mae sat down on the sofa with a thump and Sly said, "Okay guys, enough of this crap; our guests will begin arriving within the hour. I'd like to propose a toast to Jess and Abe on their new purpose and congratulate Abe for finding a safe environment for Cowhand Warrior who is emerging as a top Quarter Horse sire. Abe and I now jointly own sixty-eight percent of Warrior so want to bring him home to add a strong new bloodline to our ranch horses in this state."

Joe looked at his dad in amazement and then to his mom who shrugged, indicating she also knew nothing of this.

"You two are majority owners of Cowhand Warrior?" Mae said, mouth agape. "What will it take to acquire those remaining shares?"

Everyone laughed and made the toast.

Jess pushed at Jilli, noticing Joe had just winked at Jilli but the young woman resisted. "No, if he wants me he'll come to me."

Jess sighed and watched Sly walk over to Joe and begin chatting.

The group was split by the arrival of the first guests. Mae remembered who she was and the reason for this occasion so took Jilli under her wing and made the introductions. She made no effort to apologize for any embarrassment she made have brought on Jilli who wasn't surprised and who had decided from now on she'd squeeze Mae for any advantages she could gather. Unstable but influential neighbors did have their uses.

Dinner was served buffet style; Mae announced it was 'continuous supper'.

At one stage Jilli went to the nearest bathroom and found the door locked.

"Who is it?" Grierson called, sounding a little under stress.

"Jilli."

The door unlocked and she was told to enter quickly. She brushed past Grierson and only then saw that Gene was behind her uplifted skirt pumping away.

Oh God.

Jilli sat on the toilet watching Gene ass-fuck her friend. Grierson said they were warming up for the games to come and then apologized for her mom's extraordinary behavior. She continued with almost normal conversation while Jilli finally managed to pee and was standing pulling up her knickers when Gene climaxed and within seconds Grierson swept into hers, having been fingering herself into a frenzy.

"Have fun," Jilli said weakly, unlocking the door and slipping out, relieved to find no line of people waiting.

She ate with Joe and a nondescript lean lady with her son Paul and daughter Jenny. To Jilli's amazement Joe introduced her to the woman, Maggie Jones, former rodeo star. Jilli hadn't known what to expect but to find Maggie looked very similar to other moms at the gathering was rather a surprise. So they had plenty to talk about and Jenny and Joe joined in a bit and Paul just kept right on eyeing Jilli's tits.

Well after midnight when the good folk had gone, Jilli found Joe in the family room about to insert into Jenny Jones and although a little taken aback approved when she saw him finishing rolling on a condom. Jenny's brother came up behind her and palmed her tits, asking, "What about it?"

Why not, thought Jenny and led him to the study at first thinking it was empty but another couple were at it on the floor; the woman on top was Mae – she recognized the hair.

Jilli spun the leather chair around and told Paul to be seated and put on a condom.

"I don't have one."

"Right, I'm off."

"Yes I do," said the liar grinning unabashed.

Jilli pulled down the top of her dress and lowered her bra, knowing what Paul really was after were her tits. She climbed aboard facing him and he went for her chest, leaving her to guide his swollen cock home. She was rather foggy with the booze and pounded him until she yawned so squeezed his balls and he came with a groan and said as he recovered, "You have great tits."

In the passage she found Joe staggering along, the front of his trousers in a real mess of cunt juice and cum. She pushed him into the bathroom and towel him, kissed him and told him for find a bed to sleep in or someone else to screw but to remember the condom.

She went to the kitchen for coffee and found the advantage of having hired help. The kitchen was beautifully tidy with the dishes people had brought washed and stacked up waiting to be claimed within the next couple of days.

Someone came up behind her and kissed the back of her neck. She looked down at the hands cupping her tits and recognized Sly's wedding ring. Why not? This could become of strategic advantage if Mae became a bit over-powering for her.

"Go on," she said.

"Are you sure? It's Sly."

"I know," she said, resting her arms on the bench top and stepping back. When he lifted the back of her dress – her sweat-dampened knickers were now safely in her clutch bag wherever that was – she said not the butt and he grunted okay.

"And condom."

"Already on." 

He was short but very wide, which suited her just fine. He began fast, too fast and soon tired.

"I don't know if I can make it."

"Oh yes you can Sly – lean forward and grab my nipples between you thumbs and forefingers. That's it – think how large you have made them – twice as large as normal at least. No don't think about the strain to ejaculate – just think of your fat dick sliding in and out of my dripping, tight pussy. Oh God, I do declare you've grown thicker. Now I'm clamping on you're a bit. Imagine my cunt walls pressing around that angry red cockhead of yours Sly. Gosh, it feels like a huge walnut scraping me cunt and..."

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" yelled Sly, his cock pulsating as he deposited into the tip of his condom while Jilli, aroused by her sexy talk, spewed her deposit around the outside of that membrane.

"Gosh Sly, that was great. I'd like to try a rumble with you sometime when you are fresh and not liquored up."

"When?"

"Just allow it to happen – there is no urgency."

"You spoke to me like a whore and got me away good."

"Did I Sly? I really don't have any idea how whores speak as I don't know any."

Sly said of course not and after pulling his trousers back up poured them coffee and they chatted about Jilli's assimilation into the community.

"When you get fucked by more than one person in this community you know you have arrived," Sly said gravely.

Joe and Jilli slipped away just after 4:00. Jilli had found Mae to thank her but Mae had her face buried between the legs of Maggie Jones while Maggie's daughter was tonguing Mae's ass so Jilli walked away grinning without saying a word. They staggered to Joe's pickup.

"Are you fit enough to drive?"

"No," he slurred.

"I can't; I'm practically legless."

He started the vehicle and said, "Let's see how far we can get. Within a minute they found they had left the track and had driven through an open gate into a pasture.

"Switch off Joe – we'll go home in the morning."

"It is the morning," he said profoundly, switching off the ignition and fell asleep.

When Jilli awoke she was in bed. It was 10:55 and she found Joe beside her, still dressed while she was just in her bra. He must have awoke and brought them home safely. What a night to remember when she was old and straight laced. They awoke mid-afternoon and had 'breakfast' in their favorite place – the bath. They talked about the highlights of the previous evening that included the sex but used no names of their multiple partners.

* * *

A few days after the big party Jilli and Joe had received invitations to dine with the Richards, go sailing on a lake with the McKenzie's and to have a cook-out with the Jones's to welcome home Maggie's husband Clifford who had been on a month's lecture tour in Canada. 

Jilli returned to visit her doctor who confirmed she was pregnant; she'd stopped taking contraceptives weeks earlier.

Jilli drove home thoughtfully wondering whether to tell Joe or to just move on. She decided as it was his child he had the right to know. She thought she'd work out how to tell him over the next day. She found he was home, preparing an omelet so he added to the mix to make two. He was back after the last of the drenching and inoculations and would be heading out east to check on the hayfields.

When Joe arrived at the table with two wines Jilli pushed her glass back towards his plate. "No alcohol for me for the next few months."

His mouth fell open and he said, "You're not?"

"Not what? Oh God – I didn't mean to tell you this way."

He grinned: "There's a large number of ways?"

"I suppose."

"It is mine?"

"Definitely."

Joe smiled, pulled his chair out and patted his knee, noting she was acting a little flaky.

"Come on."

She rushed and clung to him. "I'm sorry. I had stopped using contraceptives and did not resume when I met you; we were using condoms and had settled into a steady relationship. I failed to click when resuming sex and..."

"Hush – I'm not displeased, quite the contrary. I want to marry you more than ever. Jilli, will you marry me?"

"Y-yes. Oh I love you Joe."

"I love you Jilli, more than you will believe. Please think nice things about a wedding while I make one urgent call. Mom, she's said yes – please get the papers drawn up. Will talk soon."

Joe said he'd not given Jess time to congratulate them as the conversations would last half the day.

"They are as eager as I am to have you marry me and start the next generation," he said. "There have been five generations of Wrights on this land and we all want the stewardship of it to continue. We members of the trust arrived at an agreement recently – as soon as you and I announce our engagement control of this ranch will be assigned to me by the family trust. They had no conditions but I had two: First I had to be certain you had the right stuff to be living on this land which can been lonely and tough at times. Well, I'm convinced on that score although you haven't been through a winter yet and faced dead and dying stock. The second thing was I had to know you wanted me without feeling you were under any pressure to make that decision which is why I have not told you the terms of my agreement with my parents and sister. I don't consider the arrival of the baby puts you under pressure because you'd know you were capable or riding off into the sunset and caring for it with ease without relying on any other person."

"Wow, for you that's quite a speech."

Joe licked his lips so Jilli knew what was coming: "What did Doc Roberts say about sex?"

"Keep at it for as long as I feel comfortable and nothing too much off the wall."

"Doc Roberts said that?"

"His exact words."

"What about riding?"

"Take it easy and avoid trotting."

It was arranged that Jilli pack food and coffee and the picnic blanket to have a snack in a hayfield. She imagined they would be having more than one kind of snack being on a blanket under warm sun in a hayfield.

She watched Joe walking to the horse 'home paddock' at the rear of the tack shed where his favorite horse and her Paint were. He looked so athletic and manly. Now he knew she was pregnant to him he could be expected to really love her as romantic fathers were like that. She hadn't meant to get pregnant without telling him, truly. That time when they first had unprotected sex she'd awakened afterwards and knew that she would have to go back on to the pill in the morning. Professionally trained to recall restaurant orders and as a chef to faultlessly recall recipes she had a fabulous memory yet when she rose that morning a few weeks ago that thought had gone clear from her mind and had not returned until in trepidation she went to Doc Roberts. She'd never tell anyone that she'd forgotten not to go back on the pill, not even Joe and particularly Jess who'd made the suggestion she do resume contraception. No-one especially Jess would believe her.

Jilli shrugged and went off to fetch the picnic blanket. If Joe changed his mind and didn't believe her she would pack her things and leave him. It was no use living with a man who felt betrayed. Leaving him she and her baby-to-be would be fine. She'd probably head to...

Suddenly Joe was at the doorway; she'd not heard him arrive.

"Hello mummy – it's daddy," he joked. "One of the guys came by so is out bringing in the horses. Here's a saddlebag for the refreshments. Clearing out is a good idea for a couple of hours – mum will be in some store buying baby clothes and dad will be yelling to her move her butt as he's itching to get to us. Oh, I'm so rapped."

A wonderful feeling came over Jilli; she knew her journey to find a new life had ended. 

THE END