Chapter 15: Zuri

The next morning, I returned to Emma’s, and she, Hanna, and I got her smoker started. Emma’s father had left plenty of curing salt on hand. We salted and honeyed the bacon, and then we salted the outside of all the pork and started it smoking.

Hanna was holding off on butchering this year; she had released her three bulls in with the cows. All eight cows were going to be mated by fall. We have no idea when or if the electrical power will go out. Even so, the meat from her place tasted much better than even the best store-bought stuff I was used to. I made her feed me occasionally. It was a good excuse to visit the girls out there.

Hanna was needed here at the cow farm. Hanna and I had yet to finish the deed. We were keeping her not pregnant for now. We screwed, alright; I just pulled out and painted her belly. With so many girls and so many sex acts, I was able to control myself.

One of the girls in town has a female border collie. It was mated with an Australian border collie. The puppies were a mix of black, white, gray, and orange fur in patches. This was not the only dogs that the girls in town had. This was the only dog that had given birth to puppies. We got one at my place, and so did Hanna.

Izzy and Everly were working with all the schoolgirls. Izzy was giving driving lessons. Many girls decided to move to the Wainwright Country Club. It seemed having a pool party there had broken the ice. The houses were great out here, and they were close enough to other girls that visiting was easy.

I did not know it then, but we had more girls dropping in at my place. Between that and the next pool party, most girls decided to move out here. They realized that this place was great to live in. We began using the country club kitchen as a venue to distribute fresh food to all the girls.

The following morning, I had a carload of girls. Two carloads, actually. I had eight new volunteers for the gardening detail. I dropped Izzy off at Carmax. She was picking up another passenger van. She was going to show one girl at a time how to drive. We drove the girls out to the garden patch. I got one of the 4x4s to make getting around up here easy.

I had kept most of the weeding done using the tillers. We needed to begin harvesting. We have carrots, spring onions, chives, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, basil, and strawberries. We also have cabbage, garlic, okra, and green beans; the list is almost endless. I had been here over 3 months now, and much of this had been planted before I got here.

There were many things stored in the cellars as well. Hanna and Emma showed up for a while. They had already been making their trips over here for fresh produce. By now, the grocery store vegetable and fruit areas were pretty rotted out and stinky. We were already becoming the best source for everything except chips and sodas.

Everly has several girls that come out here to pick up eggs, chickens, and pork.

The veggie girls are gathering several fruit and vegetable choices as things ripen. We also have all those root vegetables and fruits put up. We rotate those out and replace them with fresh ones as they come in season.

Izzy left in my car to get my pickup.

I knew the fix was in. As I went about helping the girls collect food, I realized none of them wore a bra today/ They were also all wearing low-cut tops. I saw their boobies, and there were some fine, sweet-looking boobies. It worsened as they began bending over to pick things up. They all wore short skirts. They blatantly were showing me their nether bits, too. Not one pair of panties to be seen, just pussy.

Fuck it, I took one girl at a time to the farmhouse. We made use of the beds there. I let them gather what they wanted, and I found out there was not one virgin there.

Word had gotten out that I really disliked popping cherries. There is a lot of back-channel communication going on. I did not mind that one bit. It made my life easier.

Everly posted another list for me. She called it the nooner list. After the first two veggie girls, my wake-up call was no more. It had been replaced with two on the nooner’s list. I was assigned four girls a day now. Two nooners and two evenings per day. THAT was why Emma and Hanna were there. Some of the girls that lived at Hanna’s house were on the nooner list as well.

By August, all but four girls had moved to the houses at the country club. That is not counting the ones already at Hanna’s. The Hsiu twins stayed at the country club. Their friends were there. They ate there.

Eventually, I had to visit the county school bus barn. I borrowed big yellow buses for our use. That was the only way we could get veggie girls, the orchard girls, and the food-gathering girls out there. They ended up borrowing a crew cab truck so they could bring more food into Wainwright. The gathering girls were making a run daily now.

I was sincerely happy that Izzy and Everly had it all under control. I was too busy doing what I had to do.

We did have to come up with a few rules. If you took veggies, fruit, or juice from a glass jar or bottle, you had to return it clean to the banquet room. They are reusable, so we need them back.

They had all the banquet tables set up like a grocery store, with our food items displayed.

Everly got volunteers to run the “store.” They had a laptop at checkout with a spreadsheet of the girl’s names. If you took a glass jar or bottle, it was added to your row on the spreadsheet.

The Hsiu’s needed help on processing day. It took four to expeditiously behead, dip in hot water, de-feather, and gut a bird. They provided whole birds only. We used plastic grocery store bags. We didn’t have an endless supply of shrinkable bags.

We started processing two pigs a week. We stored the extra meat at Emma’s in the freezers there.

There were 17 very pregnant girls now. Several of them were getting big. Two girls had taken online classes on childbirth. By now, everyone was eating a lot better. By spring, we can support everyone with beef, chicken, pork, and duck. We greatly increased the runner duck population using the incubators. We had hatched the baby chicks and relocated the incubators to the runner ducks’ location.

The turkeys had hatched a lot of babies on their own. I ensured they were well-fed and had plenty of hay for nesting.

It was funny to watch the ducks. Anytime a female duck bent over, there was a male duck there on the spot to jab her where it counts. Lots of squawking and running around every time that happened. Duck fertility was high because there were as many males as females. The Thomson’s had been buying a straight run of ducks and turkeys.

The turkeys had an issue when the Toms all started to grow to breeding age. We had to start processing more Toms. Many horny Toms are not fun to be around. I had no idea how many turkeys I wanted to have next year. They were a source of meat, but they were not efficient. You had to feed them more food for a longer time. I was going to keep some turkeys around. We would process some over the fall and winter. I only need a couple males and a half dozen females for next year.

The chicken ranch still had a lot more hens than roosters. A few roosters from our spring batch were getting close to breeding age.

We were producing a lot of rabbits. I ate one every week. At first, none of the girls were interested in eating rabbits. They all just wanted to pet them. You can’t make pets out of food sources.

In mid-summer, I tilled a quarter acre at my house back by the fence. I planted alfalfa, timothy, and orchard grass seeds together. I had one of the girls water it daily. It soon came up. In September, I moved them from their cages to rabbit tractors I had built. The rabbits he put to pasture were the young ones.

The tractors he moved daily. The rabbits provide the manure to keep the grass healthy. Breeding rabbits we still kept in cages. I checked the rabbits daily so that I could put the females with the males when they came into heat.

By October, Hanna and Emma wanted rabbits to eat, too. Being country girls, they were not squeamish. The other girls at Hanna’s were soon glad to try rabbits, and they liked them too. It makes a nice change of pace.

I like it with butter and a bit of curry. Any curry will do. Make rice or barley and add the rabbit to it, Yum. Any dish that is good for chicken is also good with rabbit.

Emma brought up a good point. We had no horses. When and if the gasoline or diesel goes bad, we will need horses.

It was her Mennonite upbringing. My head had been in the sand on what to do when the cars and trucks stopped. It was a problem I kept pushing down the road. I started looking at ‘maps’ to see where there may be horses.

I emailed Emma, Hanna, Izzy, and Everly. Everly issued an all-points bulletin on the school message server.

Madison Porter emailed back first.

Madison and Alexis Moore used to go riding often with Madison’s mother. They know a place that is around 20 miles away. They think there will be plenty of good horses there.

The folks that ran the place didn’t believe in keeping horses locked up in a barn. I knew horses that were locked up were certainly dead horses by now.

Two mornings later, the girls arrived at my house early. I could tell the fix was in. Both girls were bra-less and wearing short skirts. It’s not exactly good attire for horseback riding. To my memory, I could not remember being with either Madison or Alexis. They sat next to me in the front seat.

I had trouble concentrating on the road. Their pretty legs are gorgeous and exceptionally distracting. I wanted to pull over and have sex with both of them. Alexis was sitting in the middle, and her left boob seemed to rub my elbow constantly.

Getting to the horse stables was a chore. We easily set out on US 16. We had to get off several miles before the village of Neville. We turned several times until we were on Old Groveland Rd. We were driving down a two-lane country road when the girls told me to turn right into the next driveway.

I pulled in and parked in a small dirt parking lot. The last two miles, all I had seen was hay fields. There were two big barns and a house.

I had brought two 50-pound bags of oats with us just in case. That’s candy to a horse. I grew up with friends who had horses. I had gone riding a few times back then. I had never saddled one or anything else for that matter.

Madison reached over and beeped the horn three times. She repeated that two more times. I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking, “What the fuck?”

Surprisingly, two black women came out. No, they are older girls, not quite women yet.

Madison and Alexis got out of the pickup.

The four females embraced each other like old friends. I got out feeling like a fifth wheel as they jibber-jabbered back and forth in high-speed female talk. Eventually, they wound down, and the two asked about me.

Madison said, “That’s Jack Sparks. As far as we can tell, he is the only man within thousands of miles. Oh, be careful. Word has it, he’s very fertile. If you even see his weenie, you will probably get knocked up.”

Madison and Alexis busted out laughing.

The other girls eyed me. “Seriously?”

Alexis chimed in, “Seriously. The current count is 17 girls have become pregnant since April.”

“Shit! We wondered what was going on. First, it’s like everyone died but the two of us. The next day, I received a strange text message telling me to stay put. Crystal lives just down the road a half mile. She rides her bicycle over here.

All these months, we have been wondering why we needed to wait here. The horses did keep us busy. Now you arrive with the last man around like he’s going to pollinate the flowers between Our legs. Um-hmm? No sir!”

I waved my hand, “We’re late because we finally figured out we may need horses. I have been too busy feeding everyone. One man and four farms, it keeps me very busy all day, every day.”

Madison chipped in, “And there’s over 100 girls that want him all night every night. Poor Jack has been very, VERY busy.”

One of the two girls said, “No shit?”

I put my hand out, “I’m Jack, and you ladies are?”

The tall one said, “I’m Zuri Davis, and she is Crystal Thomas. You look a little old for us, maybe 28 or 30? I’m 19, and Crystal is 18.”