Chapter 1

Ted Guy <tedonfab@gmail.com>
16:01 (7 minutes ago)
to me

As a product of a broken home, my mother leaving for another man when I was 14 and my dad either being at work or in the pub, my life spiralled out of control and I ended up bombing out of school and home by the time I was sixteen. I fell in with a crowd, a few years older than me as a result of getting a job at a local supermarket. It was great to have money I wasn’t used to and being in the pub having a laugh on a Friday. One of the women there, Sue kind of took me under her wing, she was 23, had great big tits and loved sex, teaching me so much about what I thought I knew about. This went on for about eighteen months and by then the realisation that I really wanted more hit me. That’s when I met Karen.

She started work at the supermarket and she was so much more glamorous than any of the other girls, even Sue. Blonde hair and a real deep tan on her athletic body, I found myself so attracted to her I started going off Sue. I spoke to Karen every chance I got and discovered that she gotten so tanned and in shape whilst working on a kibbutz in Israel. I’d never heard of one and she explained to me what it was. Basically, for those that don’t know, its like a community ran enterprise where people volunteer to work and live free, although there are some paid roles. There is a boss but its very much a lasse-faire style of management. It seemed like an opportunity for me to escape what had become a mundane existence and Karen hooked me up with the Agency she had used, telling me they were really good and once she’d saved some cash she was going to use them again. I signed up, and everything was arranged, sadly it was all too quick for Karen so my hopes of enjoying the adventure with her were dashed.

A month later I flew out and joined the kibbutz. It was a fairly small one, maybe fifty people working and living there of several different nationalities. It was basically a family owned, huge farm. People worked in various groups or teams, doing a variety of jobs from equipment and machinery maintenance, packaging and distribution, harvesting, farm maintenance like building and fencing repairs etc. Me! I ended up working in the kitchen, a communal one which fed everyone. I was informed this is often the case for new starters as its one of the least desired jobs, due to the fact you start earlier and finish later than everyone else and don’t get a nice lunch break, however on the plus side you got to know everyone very quickly. I ended up on the cleaning crew, and we were the last to finish up of an evening. There were four of us and we all got along well. The final job of the day was to mop kitchen floor, we used to take it in turns as the last thing you wanted when cleaning the floor was other people stomping about, plus it meant that three out of the four got to finish a little earlier.

I’d been there about a month and one evening, my turn at mopping up, Ari came to check on me. Ari was a member of the family that owned the farm and a sort of manager. He was in his late twenties I guessed and he was very tanned and athletic, his body clearly toned from a life of farm work. I told him I was just finishing up and he looked pleased with everything. Then he said,” are you going to shower now?”