Episode 2: The Memory That Wouldn’t Stay Down

It was a muggy summer morning in mid August. Annie was up at 5am, before anyone else in the house. It was always this way. Annie maintained the hardworking attitude she carried from her youth. As a young teen she had to take care of her family most days. Her mom battled constantly with poor health and injuries and her father was a long distance truck driver. Her sister, 5 years older than her, was wrapped up in college, and although she still lived at home, she was far too busy and didn’t possess the drive that Annie did. Annie maintained that if it didn’t get done by her, it probably wasn’t going to get done.

Annie brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and braided it, and put on a dress of hers that was a favorite of Mathias. This was a navy blue 1950s style dress. Shorter than her typical dress, only reaching just above her ankles. Tight and fitting in the chest to emphasize her breasts, with buttons that started in the middle and went up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her mind hard on herself for not being as thin as she was in her youth. Despite this, everyone else maintained she was quite the looker, even in her modest attire.

Mathias would be up in about 30-45 minutes. She would need to wake him up. He is a deep sleeper. She headed towards the kitchen and turned on the vintage style incandescent lighting above the sink and began to prepare lunches; for her husband and for her older sons who worked in construction, building decks, gazebos, and whatever else customers may ask for. Mathias worked in an office for a local utility as a trainer for customer service.

Around 5:45am the Carter’s 20 year old daughter, the eldest daughter Beth, trotted down the stairs with Nehemiah, 16, close behind her.

“We’re going to milk the cows early this morning, mama”, Beth said.

“Good idea, honey. It’s going to be a hot day today and we want to make sure we get the garden weeded before the heat of the day hits.”

The Carter’s had 2 milk cows, along with their 4 beef cattle, a few sheep, chickens, ducks. The garden was rather large, because, well, they have a large family and they need plenty for both eating and for canning for preservation.

The rest of the crew came downstairs at scattered times for the morning work that needed done. Washing dishes. Making breakfast. Annie was the household manager. She organized the tasks and assigned them. She made sure everything got done in a timely manner. The children were well disciplined. Mathias expected it. Annie expected it, and she executed Mathias’ plan nearly flawlessly. They were a small family homestead on its way to producing many of its own needs on the property. It was Mathias’ vision that his community would one day produce nearly all of its own needs and not be dependent on the corporate system.

Annie got Mathias up, all his stuff ready in his work backpack, his water bottle in the bag, his lunchbox, and his coffee in the Yeti, and got him out the door with a kiss, Mathias squeezing her butt and then giving it a tap as he walked out the door towards the mini van that his 14 year old son Jackson had pulled forward for him.

“I’ve got a few meetings today but we can text a bit if you need me. I’ll be home around 4:30pm or so,” Mathias said to Annie before shutting the van door and driving through the gate and onto the road. Jackson closed the gate behind him.

Annie had to head into town to pick up some feed for the birds and grains for the cattle. While she was there in town she planned to hit the local grocery store to stock up on a few necessities. It would save her a trip later in the month, even if they didn’t quite need the items yet. She left the children a list of items to work on while she was gone and headed out in the old Buick Le Sabre around 9:15am.

Annie began driving and when she got to a stoplight near town she unbuttoned a few buttons on her dress to reveal some cleavage.

With her phone in the phone holder on the windshield, she snapped a selfie. In the car next to her a man, probably in his 50s, looked over. Annie quickly placed her hand over her cleavage, saw the light had turned green, and drove ahead. When she arrived at the family’s house that sold the feed, she buttoned back up, pulled up her chat with Mathias, and sent him the picture with the caption, “Oops ... must have come unbuttoned by mistake” with a winking emoji.

Mathias was in a virtual meeting on Microsoft Teams at his desk when the text came through. It was Annie. He opened it and BOOM. Annie--- sly smirk and her beautiful tits showing in her red low cut bra. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure nobody had seen the picture, as he continued listening in the meeting with his headset on. He wrote back: