Chapter 11: The Plan

I returned to the pool area. I rinsed off before getting back in the pool.

Peyton was particularly attentive for some reason. It occurred to me she may be next in line. That confused me. She had been avoiding having sex with me for almost two months.

The next morning, I woke to a blow job. I opened one eye to see it was Peyton. Seeing me awake, she continued on with more vigor.

I got close to cumming, and she surprised me. She turned around and swung her leg over me. Peyton sank down on me. She had mounted right up. She must have removed her own hymen. I had seen it only a week ago.

“Ahhh...” New pussy, I thought.

Peyton started playing with my chest. She couldn’t kiss me because she was so short. That would make me pull out.

I palmed her cute tits and rubbed them lightly. She didn’t make humping motions as she began rotating her hips in a circular pattern. She did this slowly with her eyes closed.

Peyton started to pant hard. Her chest and neck turned rosy. Her movements changed; she had begun actually fucking me energetically. She built up to a fast, hard pace.

Wap - wap - wap, she slapped her lower body on me as she took full control.

I knew that she knew how to cum because we had been having oral sex for a while now. I knew her pre-orgasmic signs.

She stiffened as she shook and moaned, “Ohhh YESSS ... yesssss ... uhhhh...”

Her pussy clamped down hard as she ground herself on me.

“Oooooooooo ... ooooohhhhh...” Peyton was enjoying a long, drawn-out orgasm.

Peyton’s tight pussy kept grasping and releasing, grasping and releasing, which triggered me. I sighed loudly as I cum into her.

“AHhh...”

I realized I had finally got to fuck Peyton. It was good, she was good. She stayed there a few minutes as we enjoyed the feelings. She kissed me several times and held me.

She had a 1,000-watt smile. She had finally done it!

She slid off towards the end of the bed, to get off. The bed was full of girls by now, so I did likewise. We shared a quick shower, and I went downstairs for coffee, buck naked. I took my coffee outside and checked the bunnies. Chen and Li are caring for them well.

The bunnies were getting bigger. Soon, I would need another cage or, better yet, several cages. The males needed to be separated, and each female rabbit required their own cage. I need nine cages in total.

I would need to obtain some hardware, cloth, and clips to make cages. Big hardware stores carried those items. That meant I needed a large shed. Not today; I seriously need to start planting.

I made a second coffee and had a bowl of granola. I liked granola for its crunchy feel and sweet taste. There is every bit as much sugar in granola as in any kids’ cereal. If you had ever had unsweetened granola, you would know it was tedious and tasteless to eat.

I went upstairs and was glad we had a master closet where I could dress without bothering the girls. They must have stayed up late. I kissed Peyton on the way out the front door. She was watching TV and eating her own cereal. This house had an extensive collection of DVDs when I moved in; Peyton was engrossed watching one of them.

In some ways, the girls just kept on as if little had changed. I personally couldn’t bear or watch DVDs. It reminded me too much of everything we had lost. I suspect I had drank a different Kool-Aid than the females. I felt a drive to get things done, where they just wanted things to be the same.

Is this because I am a male, or because they are that small-minded. When I mentioned things, their head went in the affirmative, but their actions did not.

I drove straight to the Thompson farm, passing their former chicken ranch. I fed the ducks and turkeys at the other farm. The critters have automatic doors that open and shut at dawn and dusk. I had seen the same automatic door at the chicken ranch on the trailer where the chickens went to sleep.

I quickly finished feeding the birds and ensuring they had water. There are large metal garbage cans with feed in them. The birdhouses have their own garbage cans of feed. Metal garbage cans keep the weather off the feed.

I realized there were several missing pieces to the puzzle of the two farms, the chicken ranch and the actual farm here. There was too much canned food stored in the cellar.

There was too much work for a man and his wife to have done it all alone. There were orchards, fruit picking, and all that equipment to take care of. Certainly, there was too much work for two older people. Something is missing. Were people driving here every day to work?

I also needed to find the crop rotation guide. It was mid-April, and it was well past time to begin planting. The Thompsons may have already started planting, for all I know.

There was a medium-sized shed building that I had not looked in. I moved my truck over there.

I went into that building and found a couple of older tractors and the after-harvest equipment. That was not all. There were several machines for cutting and grinding grain. One was dedicated to corn, and others for grains of various coarseness.

I knew that because there were labels on the machines. There were two pellet machines to make feed pellets. There are a large number of burlap bags. There were minerals to add to the feed.

They had been mixing their own ingredients, making their own bird feed, and bagging it.

There was enough feed on hand to last several months. Two pallets were holding 50-pound bags of feed.

I had only found the Thompson Chicken Ranch because the Caldwell Feed and Seed store had records of them buying things there. They had bought their minerals and bags of chick starter each spring at the feed and seed.

Newborn chicks get a feed that has special things in it to help them grow and stay healthy. It includes antibiotics and more protein in particular. Many farmers who raise their own chickens do not use antibiotics with adult birds.

It is accepted that chicks need antibiotics because they are so fragile. It is of little concern because the antibiotics are soon eliminated from their system. This happens long before the birds begin to lay eggs or are they get processed into human food.

At the rear end of the building, I found a small corner office. There was a bookcase full of books, a desk, and a couch at one end of the room. There were no windows. On the desk was a PC.

I moved around, looking at the contents, and soon realized this was where the thinking had been done. I saw that a screensaver was running on the PC.

I sat down and hit the space bar, and I viewed the Windows desktop. There were labeled icons on the left that were not application icons.

One said FarmLayout.DWG, so I clicked on it. It was a CAD drawing of the various fields. It was well-labeled. I still could not tell what was to be planted or in which field to plant it.

There was a FarmPlanning.xlsm file. It’s an.XLS file. What is a.xlsm file? I opened it, and it asked me, “What Year?” I typed in ‘2027’ this year. It’s a spreadsheet file that couples with the farm drawing.

The spreadsheet showed corresponding labels for the different fields. Listed under each field was a list of what was to be planted. So, this spreadsheet completes the plan they had wanted to plant.

In the far right corner were VEGETABLES in all caps, bold, and underlined. I clicked it and got 2027’s plan for just the vegetable garden. It was very similar to the FarmPlanning spreadsheet. This one was only concerned with the vegetable garden. I was going to need help planting veggies.

Underneath “VEGETABLES” was OPEN-ANOTHER-YEAR Under that was “CREATE-NEXT-YEAR.”

I could open many spreadsheets, and there was a CREATE-NEXT-YEAR command. It would fill in the rotation and planting guide. This was an automated spreadsheet that ran on macros.

I used OPEN-ANOTHER-YEAR and selected last year’s plan. It was different than the current one. Mostly, it was the same plan, but crops had been moved to different plots and fields this year.

I had not seen a sprayer tractor or chemicals, so I doubted they had been adding fertilizers or chemicals. I had seen no sign of that. No totes of liquids and no boxes.

So, this was the plan. This office was where the planning had been made. They were using heirloom seeds. They utilized heritage bird breeds and practiced sustainable farming without the use of chemicals. How were they fertilizing things?

, Crap -literally. While searching, I found a file drawer with purchase records. One was for the annual purchase of manure. I may have found a source for cattle manure - and cattle, too.

I quickly decided that was for another day. If I let every new thing take me off my current project, I would get nothing done.

I figured this office was Candy Thompson’s office. She had to be an expert in Excel. The coffee cup was quite girly-looking. She must have been the brains behind the operation. I used her cup to brew a K-cup of coffee. She has a small bottle of dry coffee creamer and sugar there. I went with black.