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Sarah and the Stranger
a Novel by Claire Kellis

Winter, 2007



Chapter 11:  _A Date with Percy_



When the men had gone to the fields the following morning, Sarah said to
Maggie while drying the breakfast dishes, "I want to talk to you."

Maggie took a deep breath.  "Look here, Sarah, Bud and I didn't really 
do anything last night."

"Didn't you?  I watched real close.  He practically shoved his hand up 
your puss' more than once."

"To toss me in the dance, not to fuck!"

"Huh!  And you stuck it right under his chin for them somersaults."

"Well, you have to!"

"Not a bare pussy, you don't!"

"Somebody stole my panties."

"Which you're gonna replace."

"Soon as I can get to town.  Last night was just dancing, Sarah, and you
know it."

The red-haired woman displayed no anger this morning.  She studied her 
cousin and sighed.  "Looked like it was lots of fun."

"God, it was!"

"Bud promised to teach me jitterbugging tonight."

"Where'll you get fast music?  You can't depend on the radio."

"Yeah, you can.  The _Hit Parade_ comes on at seven-thirty.  A lot of 
that is fast."

Maggie stacked the last plate and folded her cloth.  "Why wait till 
tonight?  Maybe I can't throw you over my head, but I can show you the 
moves."

"I want to learn the way Bud does it."

"I know how he does it."

"Don't remind me.  Sit down.  I got something else to talk about."

"Well, I hope it's not about me laying Bud.  That hasn't happen.  Never
thought I'd meet a one-woman man!"

Sarah blinked curiously.  "You didn't?"

Maggie responded dryly, "Tell me of one you ever knew for certain!"

When Sarah didn't answer, Maggie poured two cups of coffee and set them
at opposite chairs on the table before taking her seat.  She tilted her
cup before sipping it.  "You're going to be out of coffee next week.  
Got a stash?"

Sarah shook her head as she sat and raised the other cup.  "No.  Reckon
we'll have to switch to sassafras."

"I'll buy some coffee when I go to town."

Sarah studied her narrowly.  "You took in some money last night, didn't
you?"

"Enough for coffee.  And panties."

"How'd you get it?"

"How d'you think?"

"What you call it: 'turning tricks?'"

Maggie took a long sip of her coffee.  Finally she said, "That's right."

Sarah's eyes widened a little.  She shook her head.  "How'n the world 
did you do it?"

"Mostly sucking."

"No, I mean, how'd you talk 'em into it?"

Maggie grinned.  "I started to say, 'It wasn't me.  Chuck put them up to
it.'"  The grin became a giggle.  "What he did was send the first ones 
to dance with me.  Then --  You know what happens when you shove your 
belly and boobs into a john."

"Sure.  You can feel him prodding back."

"Exactly.  I danced with Chuck first.  He told me what to expect.  The 
johns that followed him all wanted to go to the cars.  I claimed I 
wasn't thirsty until they offered money."

Sarah's eyes rounded.  "How much?"

"Two or three dollars apiece.  Some old johns gave me five apiece."

"God!  How many'd you do?"

"More than a dozen.  I didn't count."

"That's at least ... forty dollars.  Good heavens, Maggie!"

The younger woman giggled.  "First time I ever actually got paid.  Of 
course Chuck took twenty off the top and a free blowjob to boot."

"That's still wonderful.  You must've made at least twenty bucks."

"More than that."  Maggie grinned.  "Are you tempted?"

"Huh?"

"Next time we could go together.  Some johns really love the idea of two
girls at once.  And your wet boobs would make a mint."

Sarah blinked.  "No."  She shook herself.  "That ain't the life for me.
I'm a farmer's wife -- always was, always will be."

"Not right now, you aren't.  And you said you're broke.  A shot in the 
puss' can be a shot in the arm too."

Sarah's eyes were resolute.  "It ain't for me, Maggie.  But you ...  I 
had an idea last night."

"What idea?"

"The way you talk, you think a lot of Percy."

"The banker?"  Maggie grinned.  "Yeah, I admire rich johns."

"You got to admit, Maggie, we done you a big favor: taking you in when 
you was hungry and tired, black and blue and down and out -- hell, 
_passing_ out!  You could do us a big one back, you know."

"How?"

"Get Percy to quit breathing down our necks on the mortgage."

Maggie studied her cousin.  "What does that mean exactly?"

"We missed last November's payment.  Percy's been dunning us ever since.
When the mortgage is half a year in arrears --"  She laughed bitterly.
"'In arrears.'  Sounds like it's stuck up your ass, all right! -- the 
bank can foreclose, which means they can take the land and buildings and
throw us off it.  That half year is up at the end of this month.  He may
not foreclose right away 'cause the bank can't sell it easy.  The 
Simpsons been let stay on their land for over a year, but I hear buyers
is starting to show up.  If we get a good harvest and the Frenchmans buy
corn for their army, like Daddy expects, we can make two payments easy 
in November and be good to go.  All we need is for Percy to wait."

Sarah stared earnestly at her cousin who slowly grinned and said, "You 
think if I were sweet on him ..."

"Yeah.  Percy ain't liked in this county, not by anybody, except maybe 
his mama.  He lives with her, you know.  I wouldn't be surprised if he's
still a virgin.  You could get the juice out of him easy.  And once you
did ..."

Maggie tilted her head.  "You think he'd come back?"

"Come back!  You couldn't keep him off with a stick."

"But Sarah, he knows you hate him."

"So what?  I'd clear out long enough for him to visit you."

"You would?"  Maggie sat straighter.  She mused, "If you let him come 
here, I might make some kind of arrangement with him..."  Her voice 
trailed off in thought.

"That's right -- anything you can do to make him leave the Martins alone
till November."

"It might work."

"If he's taken with you -- and I'm sure he would be.  All the other guys
are."

"But Sarah ...  What if you can't sell your harvest again this year?"

Sarah threw up her hands.  "Then we lose.  Maybe then I'd try _your_ 
business."

Maggie glanced at the telephone hanging on the wall.  "You think he's up
yet?"

"Maybe.  If you wait till ten he'll probably be at the bank."

"I forgot his number."

"Just ask Mabel to connect you to the bank."

Maggie dropped her eyes.  "Maybe you'd place the call for me."

"Okay.  At ten o'clock."


* * *


Sarah jiggled the hook.  "Mabel, are you there?  Get on the line, 
please."

"Maybe she's in the toilet," said Maggie, hovering nearby.

"Or flirting with old man Joliet."

"Who's that?"

"You see him to get new phone service.  Or pay your --  Mabel, is that 
you?"

"Yes, Sarah.  You want Doc Spencer again?"

"No.  I want Percy at the bank."

"Good timing.  He just hung up.  Standby."

Sarah listened to clicks and buzzes.  A woman's voice sounded.  "First 
National Bank of Faresville."

Mabel said briskly, "Get Percy back on the line.  Sarah Martin wants to
bend his ear."

"Very well.  Hold the line."

After some distant chit-chat in the background and another click, Percy
spoke heartily, "Is it really you, Sarah?"

Other clicks sounded: presumably Mabel and the secretary hanging up.  
Sarah said tartly, "Yes, it's really me.  But I ain't the want who wants
you."

"N-no?"

"Hold the phone."

Maggie stepped up to the transmitter and took the receiver from her 
cousin.  She said hesitantly, "Mr. G-Gilroy ... this is Maggie 
Thompson."  The receiver rattled and she added, "You know: I rode with 
you about three weeks ago."

It rattled longer.  She said, "Well, I greatly enjoyed our conversation
and was sorry when it had to end.  Educated men of distinction are hard
to find.  Then I missed you at the dance last night."

A woman's voice interjected, loud enough for the nearby Sarah to 
understand, "He's the only one!"  The voice was followed by a click and
Percy's voice demanding an explanation.

Maggie sighed.  "It's a party line, I'm afraid."

"As to the dance," Sarah overheard, after which the man's voice 
continued though weakened to unintelligibility.

Maggie said, "I'm sorry to hear it, sir.  I hope she feels better this 
morning."  She listened to the response.  "I hope you don't think it too
forward of me, Mr. Gilroy, but I did enjoy your company and called to 
invite you to an intimate dinner tomorrow night."  She added quickly.  
"Oh, I'm much better, thank you.  My cousins have taken good care of me.
I believe you'll agree I look so much better now...  Who?  Just you and
I.  The Martins will be visiting neighbors."

The pause was longer.  Maggie cast a worried glance at Sarah.  Evidently
Percy was thinking it over.  At last the receiver rattled and Maggie's 
face lit.  "Oh, good!  I'm so pleased.  How about seven o'clock? ...  
Thank you, sir! ...  I'm looking forward to it too.  Good-bye."  She 
hung up the receiver.

Giggling, the two women fell into each other's arms.


* * *


A ripple of the breeze brought the distant sound of an engine smoother 
than Jeff's tractor.  Maggie sat up in her rocking chair and peered down
the long driveway at the oncoming beige car.  "Right on time!" she 
muttered.  The sun had set behind the house but the sky was still light.
The evening air was pleasant for the end of May, not yet too warm.  She
stood up, stepped off the porch and paused beside a rose bush.  Quick 
work with a paring knife from her apron pocket removed a small yellow 
rose that she tucked in her hair behind one of Sarah's pins borrowed for
the occasion.  Under the apron she wore the dress from the dance, 
carefully cleaned and pressed.

The LaSalle coupe rolled into the yard in a sweeping semicircle and 
stopped with its front toward the drive.  Percy emerged from the car and
fixed his fedora atop his head.  He looked up at the sky as if judging 
whether he might leave his windows down.  Apparently the conclusion was
affirmative.  Squaring his shoulders, he marched forward.

"Good evening, Miss Thompson," he said, doffing his hat.  He was round 
as a stuffed pig standing before her, hair neatly parted in the middle,
the rest of him groomed and starched in an expensive formal suit.

"Good evening, Mr. Gilroy.  I'm so glad to see you."

"Call me Percy.  You look much different: so pretty."

"Do you think so?  I told you my cousins have healed me."

"Indeed they have!  I liked your shapely lines the first time I saw you
in front of the old Thompson place, and now ..."  He licked his lips.  
"Now I think the two prettiest women in the county live on the Martin 
farm."

"You do?"  Placing a carefully manicured hand on his chest, she 
simpered, "Percy, are you flirting with me?"

"Oh, my yes!"  He actually giggled.  "Maggie, I always flirt with pretty
young things like you and your cousin.  The trouble is, you can never 
tell how they'll take it."

Her eyes twinkled.  "A girl should always take it the way it's tendered,
as my mad--  uh, my mamma used to say.  I'm pleased that you remembered
my name.  Come close to the house so no one can see."

He blinked but followed her as she withdrew.  "Who might be watching?  
You said Sarah wouldn't be here."

"And she isn't.  Jeff took her and the baby to a quilting at the Jones 
farm."

"Is that right!  How about that teenage son of hers?"

"He went along too.  The Jones have a daughter about his age.  As to how
I take your flirting ...  Percy, I've been dreaming of you."

His eyes widened.  "You have?"

She closed the distance between them.  "All of you."  Her slim hand 
slipped between the starched shirt and suspender-supported trousers, 
rounding the full belly to part the front of his drawers deftly and 
clasp the entire genitalia.

He staggered, eyes rounded in total astonishment.  "Good heavens!" he 
managed.

"What a nice one!  You must think I'm terribly forward, Percy, and I 
guess I am, but it's not everyday a girl can realize her dreams."

"Good heavens," he repeated more weakly.

The center item in her hand grew against her palm.  She smiled, rolling
it between forefinger and thumb.  "Ah, Percy, you do like me a little."

"Oh, yes, Maggie!" he declared fervently.

Her free hand opened her blouse and pulled it aside to the scent of 
rosewater.  He stared at the perky breast, faintly underlain with a blue
mesh, crowned with a crinkled nipple.  

She let him stare for several seconds while her fingers worked in his 
groin.  "Percy, must I beg or aren't you going to touch me?"

His mouth fell open and he gulped once or twice.  Perspiration appeared
on his forehead.  His eyes glittered.  "Good gracious, Maggie, you're 
giving me goosebumps."

She giggled.  A few deft moves with both hands opened his fly and 
lowered his silk undershorts.  "Let me give you something sweeter."

She had placed them strategically over a soft clump of grass.  Now she 
dropped to her knees and contemplated a small manhood rising from the 
thick pubic nest.  "Oh Percy, you are so deliciously endowed."

"I, I am?"  He stared down at her upturned face.  The color deepened in
his cheeks.

She smiled.  One hand kept the organ free of surrounding cloth while the
other at his buttocks brought the uncircumcised tip to her lips.  She 
slurped it in with powerful suction, tight lips forcing back the 
foreskin.  He shuddered violently in response to heavy pressure on the 
sensitive glans and involuntarily exclaimed, "Oh god!"

With an unnoticed grin she let it relax in her mouth a moment before 
resuming the suction.

He recovered enough sense to protest.  "Maggie -- Miss Thompson, please
stop.  Someone may see us."

Tilting her head up, she winked at him but added a tongue stroke to her
collapsing cheeks.

Sounding more concerned, Percy asked, "If anyone sees us, Mother will 
hear I was getting my cock sucked on the front lawn of the Martin farm."

She giggled nasally and shook her head.  By now his male appendage had 
reached a respectable if not remarkable size.

"Maggie, you make me feel like a splendid black stallion."

Her free hand slipped into his britches and cupped his testicles.  He 
groaned and suddenly erupted, manhood pulsing, fluid jetting into the 
back of her throat.  She swallowed each spurt, sucking gently, inhaling
the familiar aroma.

Dropping his hat to the ground, he thrust forward, almost reaching the 
back of her throat, his face lit with joy.  They held the pose for a few
seconds, ignoring the nearby twitter of two robins, not yet gone to 
roost, apparently fighting over some unlucky worm.

His hands fell onto her shoulders.  "Maggie," he said feebly, "my knees
are weak."

She rose to her feet, leaned forward and lightly kissed his cheek.  
"You're all right, Percy."

She backed away, hands rising to her own cheeks, eyes wide.  "Gosh, I 
forgot supper!"  First retrieving his hat, she caught his arm, tugged 
him up the steps to the porch and hurried him through the house to the 
kitchen.


* * *


She had found a hanging side of corned beef and a gallon barrel of 
sauerkraut in the root cellar and sent Jack on horseback to retrieve a 
telephoned order for coffee, tea, spices and a pair of panties.  Worried
that some people abhor sauerkraut, she was relieved when Percy 
proclaimed it a delicious treat, apparently the truth.  He cleaned up 
two platefuls along with several of her fresh-baked rolls, washed down 
with a full glass of iced tea.  Conversation was light until he wiped 
his chin and leaned back in his chair.

Maggie sighed.  "I really love to see my man eat so heartily."

"I wish I could be your man."

"Oh, I know you could.  I've been thinking of you every waking moment 
since you so kindly gave me a ride."

"You have?"  Taken aback, his eyes popped.

"Every moment.  I tried to tell you on the phone.  You're a man of 
education and refinement, Percy, so rare, so unlike the rest of them.  
You make me tingle.  I'd been dreaming of doing what we did on the front
lawn."

"Maggie, I don't believe I ever felt this way before.  You're the most 
exciting and forward woman I ever knew."

She seemed to pout.  "Too forward?"

"Oh, no!  I love it.  Mother wouldn't agree, but I think you're just 
about perfect."

Her expression cleared.  "Tell me about your mother, Percy.  Do you live
alone?"

"Alone?  No.  Mother takes good care of me: feeds me morning, noon and 
night and picks out my clothing."

"And your women too?"

"Women?  What women?"  He made a face.  "She says none around here are 
of sufficient quality, but now I know she's wrong."

"Do you, Percy?"

"Oh, yes."  He smiled.  "I suspected it when you got in the car with me,
and now, tonight ..."

"You've changed your mind?"

"To greater certainty."

She chuckled in her throat.  "That's very kind, Percy."

"Of course, she doesn't know you."

"I would love to meet your mother, Percy.  Any woman who continues to 
care for her son is a saint."

He nodded.  "Yes, Mother has her good points."

"Percy you didn't mention your father.  Is he ill?"

His face turned sour with a look of exasperation beyond words.  "Father
should rot in a pit."

She touched his arm.  "Percy I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you"

His face was long and pale with anger in his eyes.  "The bastard took 
mother's money and left with a floozy."

Maggie showed surprise.  "All her money?"

"No, I made sure most was hidden in the bank under a different name.  I
always knew he used her, but she kept taking him back.  All he had to do
was show up with flowers and candy to get back in her bed.  Then he met
Sally White."  Percy's cheeks reddened with anger.  "What a fool I was 
to believe she was my girl!  Father was handsome and dashing.  All the 
women followed him around..."

He shook his head as if emerging from a spell.  "Well, Miss Thompson, 
you didn't expect to hear me air my dirty laundry, did you?"

"Percy, do you realize how handsome you are?  You have your father's 
good looks and your mother's kindness.  Any woman would die to be by 
your side."

"Maggie, you don't have to say that.  I know what I look like."

"Then change the part in your hair; it will make all the difference.  
Have it off to the side.  And wear something more casual.  In 
Chicago they call what you're wearing tonight a tuxedo.  It's 
only for formal parties."

"Maggie, my Maggie!"  He stared fervently.  "I'll do what you say."

She smiled slightly but shook her head.  "Percy, I find your story very
touching.  Keep in mind there are hundreds of Sally Whites just waiting
to get in your pants with a wedding band attached."

"That's what Mother says.  My dear girl, did you know the touch of rouge
on your lips is quite seductive?"

"Oh Percy, only you can make me feel beautiful.  Would you like a slice
of apple pie?

"You have apples already?" he asked wonderingly.

"Dried ones, of course, from Sarah's big root cellar, flavored with 
cinnamon."

"I love cinnamon apple pie.  Mother used to make it."

She served them both.  With the first forkful in his mouth his 
expression was ecstatic.  "Mmm-mm!"

She shifted to a chair next to his, hitching it so close that their hips
rubbed, and presented the next bite to his mouth on her own fork.  His 
eyes showed pleasure.

"I like personal service," she declared, "and thought you might too."

"What a special woman you are!"  He opened wide and let her insert the 
food.  "Did you cook all this, Maggie?" he asked while chewing.

"Oh, yes.  I learned a lot in Chicago, you know."

Apparently he realized that two could play this game.  While chewing, he
cut a chunk from his own slice and raised the fork to her mouth.  
Smiling, she accepted it and licked her lips.

His eyes lingered on her mouth.  "Oh, Maggie, I do love that pink 
tongue."

"I'll bet yours is nice too," she responded, simpering.  She cut him 
another bite but using the fingers of her left hand, removed it from 
the fork and presented it to his mouth.  He accepted it with a laugh and
licked her fingers, ignoring the crumbs that fell on his jacket.

Giggling, she urged him to stand.  "Let me help you take off your 
clothes, Percy, before they get messy."

Deftly she undid the knot in his bow tie and said with a grin, "I'm 
surprised to find a man who can tie one of these."

He coughed.  "Actually, Mother did it."

"You don't have servants, Percy?"

"Well, not for such personal service.  I guess I'll go home tieless."

"No, you won't.  I know how to tie them too."

"You're amazing, Maggie."

He was soon nude except for stockings and knee garters, exhibiting the 
pale, flabby body of a stranger to exertion.  At least his manhood stood
out firmly from its pubic nest.  She threw her dress off over her head 
in a single gesture.  He gasped, enlarged eyes raking her curves.  "You
are heavenly, my dear!"

"You're sweet to think so, Percy."  She grasped his organ for only an 
instant before turning around and pushing plates aside on the tabletop.
Turning again, she hiked her buttocks onto it with hands gripping the 
edge and smiled up at him seductively.

"Let me show you a great way to eat pie."

He stared down at her hairy groin.  "Good heavens, Maggie!"

"Are you admiring my clit?"

"Your what?"

She chuckled and shook her head.  "Sit down, Percy, and lean forward."

While he obeyed, hitching his chair close, she took a handful of pie 
from the serving dish and forced it into her vagina.  In stupefaction he
gazed from the distended opening up to her face.

"Isn't that a tasty dish to set before the king, Percy?  Or a banker, 
for that matter?"

"You mean I'm to --  Oh god, Maggie!"

Down went his head between her legs and down went her bare feet upon his
well-padded back.  He slurped and sucked noisily, chewing vigorously.  
She bubbled with giggles, torso and nipples quivering.

"Ooo, Percy, your tongue!  I knew it was sweeter than sugar.  Eat me 
out, baby.  Suck that big clit.  Oh, wow, I'm coming!"

She screamed heartily.  In his bedroom Bud, looking for biblical 
parallels in the story of Esther surprising the king to save her uncle,
cocked his head to listen.  The screams soon subsided.  He chuckled 
grimly, wondering how much of the noise was pretense, pleased that 
unlike Esther, Maggie's life was not at risk.

At the kitchen table Percy had raised his head.  Golden pie-filling 
dripped from his chin.  "God, Maggie, my weenie is so hard it hurts!"

"I know how to soothe it, sweetie."  She scooted backwards, twirled on 
her buttocks with legs high to avoid plates and tumblers and lay down 
again upon her back with her upside-down face tilted back towards him.

"Do my mouth fast, Percy, and squeeze my boobs hard."

He stood up.  Indeed her mouth was just the right height off the floor.
He plunged into it, testicles bouncing on her nose.  Her lips closed on
the base of the shaft.  Leaning forward to clutch a breast in each hand,
he began to thrust as fast as he could move his hips.  Her hand went 
between her legs to pinch the swollen clitoris.  She howled nasally, 
nostrils flaring.

Slurping sounds permeated the room as the suction was broken and 
restored on each piston cycle, accompanied by Percy's gasps and 
whimpers.  "Oh god!" he cried in a strangled voice.  "Oh my god!  Oh, 
it's awful!  It's terrible!  Oh god!"

In his bedroom Bud stopped reading and repeated, "Awful?  Terrible?"  
With a chuckle he wondered what Maggie was doing to the man.

"Oh _god_!" Percy blared one last time, spurting his second discharge of
the evening into the woman's throat.  His fingers and palms convulsed on
her breasts, thoughtlessly squeezing with all his power.

This caused her to twist her head aside and declare in a blubbering 
shout, "You're killing me!"  Her hands seized the immovable wrists and 
she kicked her feet powerfully, sending bowls, dishes and silverware 
crashing to the floor.

Bud vaulted off his bed and down the hall.  He saw Percy still bent over
the screaming woman, caught him around the neck, pulled him off her and
flung him to the side.  Percy stumbled against the wall, penis dripping,
staring at Bud, mouth gibbering.

Maggie whirled around and sat up atop the table.  Her breasts glowed 
crimson.  "What're you doing?" she demanded, eyes round in horror.

Percy screamed, "_Damn_ you for an interfering son of a bitch!"  He 
pushed himself off the wall and charged at Bud, arms outstretched toward
the latter's neck.

Bud threw a straight right to the point of Percy's nose, slamming the 
banker back against the wall with a thud.  Eyes rolling up, the banker 
slid down the wall to fall sideways on the floor, gushing blood mixing 
with pie filling.

"What have you _done_?" Maggie screamed, staring in horror at her fallen
lover.

"Blooded his nose," Bud explained.  "He'll be all right.  Huh!  Do you 
mean my interference displeased you?"

"Damn right!  He was just about ready."

"About ready?  For what?"  He gestured.  "Look at the mess on the floor.
Look at your tits!"

She sniffed.  "Boobs can take a lot of punishment.  Now you've probably
ruined everything."  She got down from the table, wet a rag at the sink
and took it with a towel to Percy.

"Sit up, dear, and tilt your head back."

When she had wiped off most of the blood, Percy said, blubbering, "I'm 
ruined."

"Ruined?  Why, no, honey.  This big ox thought you were hurting me.  
It's all right.  Come on.  Let's go to the bedroom."

He let her help him to his feet but shook her off and began to pull on 
his trousers.

"Here, let me do that," said Maggie.

"Keep away from me," he retorted.  "Both of you."

He gathered the rest of his clothing over his arm and without another 
word walked through the house in his stocking feet, nose still dripping
occasionally.  They heard the front screen slam behind him and shortly 
thereafter the start-up of his automobile engine.  Its sound soon 
dwindled in the distance.

Maggie took a deep breath and went naked to the bathroom.  Rubbing his 
fist, Bud looked around at the smeared food and broken dishes.  He shook
his head.

The woman reappeared.  "Do you remember ever seeing a douche bag around
here?"

"No, but I've seen a hot-water bottle with a tube for enemas."

She shook her head.  "Not enough force.  I need something powerful."

"For what?  Did Percy leave you anything you didn't get more of at the 
dance?"

She grinned humorously.  "You ever heard a girl called a 'dish?'  I did
the dish trick."

He thought a moment.  "Food in your cunt?"

"Apple pie."

He had to grin.  "Was it good pie?"

"Percy loved it.  Loved sucking it out of me too.  Of course he couldn't
get all the sugar.  If I don't clean that out, I'll be itching like mad
tomorrow."

"Huh!"  But he was studying her speculatively.

"Bud!"  Her eyes lit.  "You've done it before, haven't you?"

"Yeah.  With a French _dish_, as you put it.  Fill a jar with water 
while I go put on my robe."

Outside in the moonlit side yard he shrugged off his robe and perched 
the naked woman on a low tree limb.  "Hold your cunt lips apart," he 
directed before taking a mouthful of water.  With his hand behind her 
buttocks for stability, he puckered his own lips, pressed them within 
the hairy surround and squirted into the cavity with all the force he 
could muster.

"Ooo, ooo!" she squealed, giggling.

He repeated the operation again and again.  Halfway along the woman's 
body froze and she fell silent.  When the jar was empty, he asked, "What
about it?  Have you had enough?"

"She can't get enough!" declared Sarah's voice from behind him.  "Tell 
me this, Maggie, before I kill you.  Wa'n't Percy enough man?"


* * *


In the kitchen light Jack was still laughing and his grandfather, who 
had managed to catch the fleeing Maggie, still chuckled occasionally.  
Sarah, however, was not amused.  Snarling at the chaos on table and 
floor, she ordered the lot of them up the hall into the "front" room.  
Having deposited the sleepy baby in his crib, Sarah followed and stood 
arms akimbo in the hall doorway, glaring from Bud, who sat in his robe,
to her naked cousin, curling almost in Jeff's armpit on the couch.

Maggie, breathing hard, was asking, "How'd you know I would run around 
front?"

The old man laughed.  "I went around the far side of the house to make 
sure Percy's car wa'n't still here.  You ran right into my arms.  What 
was you running from?"

"Oh, lord!"  Maggie shook her head, laughed sourly and pointed at the 
fiery-eyed red head.  "That one, and I'll never convince her we weren't
doing anything.  You won't let her kill me, will you?"

Jeff barked a laugh.  "Not till I hear you and Bud's story, for sure."

Sarah sneered.  "Wa'n't doing nothing, ha!"  She regarded Bud narrowly.
"It looked like you was spitting water into her."

The man's head had been lowered sheepishly.  Now he sat up and squared 
his shoulders.  "It was not a sexual act, Sarah."

"Wa'n't it?"

He studied her face for sarcasm but saw only curiosity.  "No," he 
declared, "it wasn't.  She had put apple pie into her vagina for Percy 
to suck.  You have to clean out all the sugar and we couldn't find a 
douche bag."

"Apple pie where?" breathed Jack.

"You go to bed," ordered his mother, though her voice lacked conviction.

"Any pie left?" asked the lad, suddenly on his feet.  Without waiting 
for an answer he charged into the hall.

"Mind you don't step in that mess!" called Sarah after him.  Her 
attention never wavered from Maggie.  The hint of a smile appeared on 
her lips.  "I'll bet he sucked hard."

"Oh, yes, he did," the younger woman agreed.

"With you up on the table for him to do it."

"That's right."

Sarah relaxed into a threadbare stuffed chair.  "Okay, I want to hear 
everything that happened.  Then you can go clean up the kitchen."


* * *


When the story was complete and the laughter had died, Sarah shook her 
head.  "He left mad, didn't he?"

Maggie responded, "Well, his nose was still bleeding."

Sarah sighed.  "He'll come back with the sheriff in a day or two, don't
you think, Daddy?"

"He sure won't fight like a man," said Jeff.

"We got to think about this.  Where can we hide Bud?"

"He won't mention Bud."

Her eyes widened.  "He won't?  What makes you so sure?"

"All he was doing when Bud hit him would come out and get back to his 
mama.  What he'll bring the sheriff for is to foreclose."

Sarah's face was stricken.  "Oh, god!  Not wait till the harvest?"

"I wouldn't expect him to, not now."

The red head sagged in her chair, face white.

Bud stood up.  "Maybe I can help.  I'll go to town and apologize, eat 
crow, whatever it takes."  He stared fiercely at Maggie.  "And you can 
go with me."

"Me?  I didn't do anything wrong."

"What do you call kicking everything off the table?"

"He was pinching my boobs."

Sarah sniffed.  "Like you asked him."  But her eyes settled on Bud with
alarm.  "You can't go to town, Bud.  You just can't."

"I can if it would keep you from losing your farm."

The red head threw herself against the man, forced him back into his 
seat and pulled his head into her bosom.  "I can't lose you either," she
wailed.

Bud's arms went around her and they kissed lingeringly.

"Why can't he go to town?" asked Maggie, looking at Jeff.

The old man seemed to think over his answer.  At last he asked, "What if
he's got a wife?"

"You mean ...  But he went to the dance."

"Against my advice.  We could hear from that yet."  Jeff grinned.  "But
I think you took all the gossipers' attention."

Maggie grinned also but turned serious.  "What happens if they 
foreclose?"

Jeff sighed.  "They put a foreclosure sign out by the mailbox.  We got 
sixty days to clear out."

"Sixty days?  Couldn't you ..."  Her voice trailed off.

Jeff shook his head.  "Harvest is in September.  Then you got to sell 
the corn."

Bud raised his head, Sarah's face in his neck.  He said to Jeff, "You do
know you can sell it before you harvest it, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"Never heard of corn futures?"

Jeff stared at him.  "What're you talking about?"

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