Castle in the Sand
Copyright© 1997
Chapter 84
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 84 - A divorced and down on his luck man buys a lottery ticket that wins big. He buys an abandoned missile silo to make it his home and builds a harem
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction
The two agents spent a miserable night. One took his pocket knife and sliced the deflated air bags from the car. They wrapped them around them for warmth. A search of the car yielded little in the way of survival gear. They only had a few clothes, mostly dirty. They put them all on. They weren’t too far from a public campground, but there was nobody camped there. There was a little firewood stacked by one of the camp sites, but it was wet. Besides, they had no matches.
A road flare from the trunk supplied fire for them. It took almost of the whole flare to get the damp wood started, then it smoked terribly. The men didn’t care. They were hungry and cold. One went and sliced a leg off of the deer sitting where their windshield had been. They skinned it and propped it over the fire to roast. It took some time. They had no salt or seasonings. The meat was gamy and tough. Perhaps tainted by the scent glands that hunters know to cut off immediately. By the time they thought of the deer as food, it was several hours after the crash.
They hauled the rear seat out of the car to the campground to give them something warmer to sit on. As the fire wood ran out they were tempted to burn it. Instead breaking green branches off of trees, which smoked a lot, but burned.
It was almost dawn when a highway patrolman came upon the scene. He stopped his car and examined the wreck. He noticed the missing air bags and rear seat. Stepping to his car, he honked the horn. The agents came running as best they could with several pairs of pants on. They looked down right comical.
“Boy are we glad to see you.” one said.
“I take it you got stranded here last night?” said the patrolman.
“Yeah, my cellular wouldn’t work.” he said.
“Yeah, they’re not much good up here. Why didn’t you stay with the car.” the patrolman asked.
“Because of the stench.” said the second agent.
The patrolman looked at the deer.
“What happened to the leg?” he asked.
“We had no food. So we ate it ... tasted like shit.” said the first agent.
“Well, technically. That’s poaching ... but I guess you didn’t wreck your car on purpose just for a leg of venison. You were going pretty fast when you hit it though. From the skid marks and the damage, I’d say about eighty or ninety. You’re damn lucky to be alive.” said the patrolman.
“I know, can we get warm in your car?” asked the second agent.
“Yeah, help me push this off the road first. Then I’ll take you to a phone.” the patrolman said.
“You can’t take us to where we can rent another car?” asked the first agent.
“Nope. Nearest place for that is probably Evanston. I’ve got highway between here and Heber to patrol.” he said.
“Could we rent a car in Heber?” asked the second agent.
“Probably. Won’t get there for a while yet. I’ve got a job to do.” said the patrolman.
“Isn’t helping people who have been in a wreck your job too?” asked the first agent, snidely.
The patrolman turned to him, his anger rising. “Listen, pal. I’d just as soon run you in. The speed you were traveling when you hit that deer was way too excessive. You’re going to get a reckless driving charge anyway. Maybe a charge for killing the deer. I’m still thinking about the poaching charge. Now, we’re gonna go put your fire out, then I’m gonna give you a ride to a phone. Until then keep quiet.”
He dropped them off at the gas station; closed still. The owner finally responded to the highway patrolman’s honking and let the two shivering men inside to warm up. The patrolman used his radio —the highway patrol having a repeater for the area— to request a tow truck. He graciously requested one out of Evanston meet the agents at the gas station. The station had no phone line.
“That’s what we come up here to get away from.” The owner of the station informed them.
It was almost ten o-clock before the tow truck picked up a much warmer, and now well fed pair at the gas station. They served hamburgers at the station. They made their way back to the wreck. Notified by the highway patrol, DNR had come by and removed the deer. They contributed the meat to various welfare programs when it was worth saving. There was a ticket from the DNR stuck in the door jam to match the one in the second agents pocket.
The agents seethed as the tow truck driver hooked up and then made his way methodically back the forty-five miles to Evanston. He stopped off at a car rental place. Seeing their last car the rental agent was reluctant to rent to them. Requiring extra insurance.
Finally they transferred their radio equipment from the wreck to the new rental. They found a pay phone and called Sergei. He was seething himself. Telling them that they had better find the motor home or they would be spending time assigned to Siberia.
“I’ll drive this time.” the first agent said.
The second agent shrugged, but wouldn’t let them leave town until he purchased twenty dollars worth of hamburgers from a drive in and a warmer coat. The first didn’t argue.
Catarina stirred, it was early morning. Early considering how late they had been up making love. It was almost eight o-clock. She gently kissed the nipple next to her lips and then stretched like a cat. She could feel love rushes sweep over her body. She was amazingly happy. Her sister’s freedom was the only thing keeping her from total bliss. The thought drove her out of bed.
She used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and then showered. Sparingly, remembering how John had done the dishes the night before. She got herself wet and then turned off the water while she soaped, then rinsed off and got out. John slipped in while she was soaping and relieved himself. She met him as she stepped out.
“Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?” he asked.
She moved to him pulling the towel between them. Hugging him hard.
“Mmm, very well. And you?” she asked, trying to kiss him.
He resisted, indicating his tooth brush.
“Like a baby.” he grinned.
“Well brush your teeth, because I want a proper kiss.” she directed him.
“Yes Ma’am.” he replied.
He left the water off while he brushed, just using it to rinse.
She waited patiently, drying herself as best she could in the small bathroom.
When he was done, she pulled him into a passionate kiss that lasted a long time.
“That was for last night, my love.” she said.
John put his finger to his lips and she nodded.
She stepped out to dress and Sheila stepped in, also resisting her advance.
“Let me know when you’ve brushed your teeth.” Catarina called after her.
John stepped into the shower and repeated Catarina’s actions as Sheila used the toilet. Wishing for the sound of running water. She settled for switching on a small exhaust fan.
John rinsed and stepped out to dry himself, giving Sheila a peck on the cheek and sliding the door shut behind him.
Catarina was almost dressed, and watched John drying himself as she finished.
“You are a very lovely man.” she said.
“Thank you, handsome is the term we use here.” he said.
“You are that too, but I think the terms have slightly different meanings. I meant what I said.” she said.
John put his finger to his lips again and she nodded.
He walked forward to his laptop and called up a program.
“I wonder where our shadows have gotten off to. We are still clean.” he said.
“Then I reiterate, you are a very lovely man.” Catarina said from the doorway.
He smiled at her and repeated his thanks. Then moved to the bedroom to dress. She wouldn’t let him pass until she had extracted a minor toll in the form of another kiss.
She watched him dressing a moment and then turned to make some coffee.
John was sitting outside in a folding lawn chair, enjoying the morning when the DNR truck pulled up. The ranger climbed out.
“Morning sir. You camping long?” the ranger asked.
“Good morning to you. No, just last night, we’ll be leaving today.” John replied.
“Did you pay your campground fees?” asked the ranger.
“I bought a golden eagle pass, the stickers on the bumper.” John said.
The ranger looked and nodded, smiling.
“Nice day, huh?” the ranger asked.
“A frabjous day.” John agreed.
The ranger nodded. “Louis Carroll?”
“Yes, a very good term.” John said.
“Do any fishing this morning?” asked the ranger.
“No, I only had a one day permit, it expired last night. Caught a nice lunker though.” John said.
“Whereabouts?” the ranger asked.
“Up on the Stillwater fork.” John replied.
“Must be one of the last ones we planted last year. Monsters, they were.” said the ranger.
“Can I buy an extension from you?” asked John.
“No, they won’t let us handle any money except campground fees.” replied the ranger.
“Just a thought.” said John.
He glanced in the back of the rangers truck at the dead deer.
“Road kill?” John asked.
“Yeah, couple of foreign assholes doing about eighty- five. Totaled their rental car. Lucky they had air bags. They ended up being stranded for the night, almost frozen when the Highway patrol came on them.” replied the ranger.
A thought occurred to John.
“A little gray rental?” he asked.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” asked the ranger.
“Oh, saw them up the meadows off the ranger station. A couple of jerks. Just wondering if it was the same guys.” John said.
“Sounds like them. The patrolman said they was giving him lip. Wanted him to take them where they could rent another car to wreck. He dropped them off at that Bear River gas station down the road from the ranger station and called them a tow truck.” said the ranger.
“That where they are now?” John asked.
“Probably in Evanston by now, or just picking up their car. Why?” asked the ranger.
“Oh, just curious. Seems a shame that jerks like that can get away with killing a deer.” John said.
“Well, they got a reckless driving ticket from the HP and I left them a citation for killing the deer. We could have nailed them for poaching, cause they didn’t have any food so they cut off the leg and ate it.” chuckled the ranger.
“No food, so they didn’t have any salt even?” John asked.
“I would suppose not.” chuckled the ranger.
“I almost nailed a couple myself last night. But I know the area, so I was taking it easy.” John said.
The rangers eyes almost popped out of his head when both Sheila and Catarina stepped out of the motor home with their coffee cups.
They were wearing body suits with leggings, white terry shorts over the bottom halves.
“Kind of nippy for those outfits, isn’t it.” asked the ranger, trying not to drool.
Sheila chuckled and walked up to him. She handed her cup to John and said: “Here, feel this.” pulling the rangers fingers up her sleeve.
“Well I’ll be damned. I could use an outfit made of that stuff. How does it work?” he asked.
“Stores heat as twist in the fiber. Untwists and gives off heat when it’s cold. I’ll give you my card if the government wants to talk about a contract, but we may be a little out of their price range. We’d sell this for around a thousand bucks.” Sheila giggled, giving the ranger back his hand and retrieving her cup.
She cringed at the sight of the deer carcass.
“Those jerks from the campground last night, totaled their rental car.” John said.
Sheila seemed to get it and nodded. Still sad over the deer.
“Breakfast is ready.” she told John.
“Well, you folks have a nice day. Nice rig you got here.” the ranger told John.
“Yeah, cost me enough.” John said.
“I can imagine. See ya.” the ranger said, climbing in his truck.
Catarina waved at him as he pulled away. He waved back.
“Well, guess that explains what happened to our shadow.” John chuckled.
“Too bad about the deer. I wish there was some way to keep them off us for one more night. I quite enjoyed myself last night.” Sheila mused.
“I think I know just the place. Come on, let’s eat. I want to be out of here in twenty minutes.” John said.
John and the motor home were long gone when the two agents passed Soapstone two hours later. Their equipment uttered not a peep. They reached Kamas and took the new Peoa cut off back towards the Interstate into Salt Lake City. They made a side detour into Park City just in case they had gone there. No sign of them. They continued on into Salt Lake City.
John was miles to the South, by Deer Creek reservoir, just pulling into the sleepy farming valley of Wallsburg. He stopped at the general store and picked up some provisions, filling his tanks while he was at it. He struck up a conversation with the clerk while his tanks were filling.
“Don’t recall if it was Big Canyon or Little Canyon that had the stream in it.” he said.
“Little canyon ... but you couldn’t get that rig up there. It turns into four wheel territory about half a mile up.” said the clerk.
“Yeah, I remember. I used to camp up there as a kid. Now I don’t even remember how to get there.” John said.
“Just take Little canyon road. Go straight when you get to the Big Canyon cut off. You could take that road okay, but there aren’t any more camping areas up here. Folks kind of soured over kids leaving beer cans all over.” said the clerk.
“Might make a nice drive. Thanks.” John said.
He topped off his tank and paid his bill. The clerk happy over the large sale.
John added four five gallon plastic jugs that the store had for sale, filling them from the hose and topping off the motor homes water tanks before heading out.
He took the turn and headed up the proper road, not taking the cut off the clerk told him of. The road quickly narrowed as the clerk had indicated and John remembered.
“You sure you know what you’re doing. That looks pretty steep up there.” Sheila said, looking out the windshield.
John grinned. He reached a small turn out and stopped.
He stepped out and unhitched the compact car, backing it off the front wheel trailer. Then he left it running and asked Sheila to follow him. She climbed in the compact and he made the turn, jockeying back and forth to do it. He pulled down a tiny dirt path and under some trees. Sheila pulled up beside him. After jockeying the motor home back and forth a bit he was fairly level, he let the automatics take care of the rest.
“I’ll be back.” he told the women.
“Where are you going?” Catarina asked.
“To negotiate with the owner to let us stay here. This is private property.” he said.
“Nice spot.” Sheila said.
“Nice memories.” John said, heading down the path.
He passed through a gate and came up to a small rugged looking house. Two dogs started after him and John froze, just waiting. A man came out and called back the dogs.
“Howdy.” he said.
“Howdy. Sorry to intrude. Years ago I used to camp up here on your property. I’d like to ask your permission to spend the night.” John asked.
“I don’t know. Damn kids always leaving a mess. We don’t usually let folks camp anymore.” said the man.
“I can understand that. I packed quite a bit of garbage out even back then. We used to camp up here every year. A whole bunch of us.” said John.
“I remember those folks. Kind of a rowdy drinking bunch, but always left the place cleaner than they found it.” said the man.
“Yeah, that was us. I don’t see those folks much anymore, and I mellowed a bunch myself with age. Now I’m likely in bed by nine. I promise that we’d respect your property and clean up after ourselves. I’d make it worth your while if you’d allow me to pay you. There’s just myself, my wife and sister in law.” said John.
“Well, if you’re quiet and clean up, I guess one night wouldn’t hurt. Twenty bucks okay?” asked the man.
“That would be fine. Tell you what. I enjoyed it so much up here before, and you never charged us. How about I make it fifty. I’m doing pretty good financially and I’d like to make up for a few nights I’m sure we kept you up.” John said, fishing in his wallet.
“No need to do that.” said the man.
“I know, I’d like to. Okay?” John said, handing the man the bill.
“Alright. I’m mainly letting you stay cause I remember you used to clean up.” said the man.
“You ever think of selling this place, you let me know. Here’s where you can contact me through.” John said, scribbling his name on a card from his lawyers.
“I just may do that. I was intending on leaving it to my kids, but they’d rather have money, I think. You wouldn’t bust it up?” the man asked.
“Not a chance. I’d put that in writing.” John said.
“I’ll give it some thought. Don’t have a price in mind yet.” said the man.
“Tell you what, you get it appraised, then add ten percent. I love it up here.” John said.
“Thanks, I’ll give it some thought. Have a nice stay.” said the man.
“Thanks. And thanks for letting us stay.” John said.
“No problem. Don’t mind responsible folks. You keep that fire down, now. I remember you folks used to build some doozies.” said the man.
“I promise. See ya.” John said.
“Bye now.” said the man.
He watched John walk up the path. His dogs growled a bit.
“Hush up. Them’s the kind of folk that’s okay.” he told the dogs.
“Fifty bucks, just for camping. Could have rented a luxury motel room for that.” he said to himself.
The women had lunch almost ready when John got back.
“We can stay?” Sheila asked.
John nodded.
“Wonderful. This is a gorgeous spot. I love the sound of the stream.” Catarina said.
“Around here, we’d call that a brook.” John chuckled.
“So what is a stream?” she asked.
“Smaller than a river, larger than a creek. Or crick as they’d say around here.” John said.
“Interesting colloquialisms.” Catarina said.
“Why do you think we’ll be safe up here?” asked Sheila.
“Just a small dot on the map, off the main road. No through road. Private property, no public campgrounds on any map. Shielded on both sides by mountains, three sides really. The fourth direction is narrow and sort of twisted. The mouth points the wrong way for radio.” John said.
“Showoff.” Sheila said.
“You asked.” John said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
“And a lovely spot as well.” Catarina said, looking out the open door.
The screen door was shut against flies and mosquitoes.
“I agree. I just made an offer on it.” John said.
“You bought it?” Catarina asked.
“Not yet. I made a good offer.” John said.
“How much?” Sheila asked.
“Don’t know, I told him ten percent over appraisal.” John said.
Sheila nodded.
“To have such money, must be nice.” Catarina said, dropping her eyes.
“Sometimes ... Tell me about your dress shop.” John said.
“I had to give it up, when I went to Russia.” she said.
“But you ran a nice shop?” John asked.
“Oh yes, a very nice little shop. I had many repeat customers. I sold many nice things ... not so nice as the clothes you sell though. I think the most expensive dress I ever sold was ... say three hundred dollars, American.” she said.
Sheila looked at John, who grinned at her. She caught his intention.
“So how would you feel about running a salon for us?” Sheila asked.
Catarina seemed taken aback.
“Oh, my. I would love to. But, I am not a citizen here. Could I?” she asked.
“Sure, just obtain a work permit. Much easier if you already have a sponsor, which is us.” Sheila said.
“I think you’ll find that it’s covered under the Political Asylum you’ve been offered.” John said.
“Great, then it’s settled. As soon as you are free to accept. Your starting salary will be fifty thousand dollars a year.” Sheila said.
“Oh, that is too much!” Catarina said.
“Nope. That’s what we pay all our managers, to start. But I have bigger things in mind for you.” Sheila said.
“I think you are just being kind to me. You have already been too kind. I cannot accept.” Catarina said.
“Nothing of the sort. What I had in mind for you, was our European directorship. We’d be hard pressed to find another with your language skills. One that I could trust.” Sheila said.
“Trust? Why would you trust me? The first night I met you I tried to steal secret documents from you!” Catarina said.
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