Chapter 36

That night was the beginning of a very busy four weeks of work and fun and of adventure.

Vicky and I made love that night, as did Emma and I, and Vicky and Emma. It proved to be long and enjoyable and incredibly passionate. Ultimately, I left poor Vicky sprawled across my bed like a puddle of quivering flesh splattered, gasping and panting from our exertions. As for my wife, I just fucked her silly. We went from gentle and tender to full blown hard core and I didn't hear a single complaint. What was important was that Vicky had come there on her own accord. She gave herself to me, trusting that I would treat her well. I proved to be very trustful.

In the morning I woke with a start. Vicky and Emma had slipped away sometime after the cock had crowed leaving me to my rest. They hadn't disturbed me. It was my mother who woke me. She and the six dogs that she'd brought to show me.

I slept like a rock and didn't hear either Vicky or my wife get up in the morning. What woke me was the barking. When I opened my eyes I saw six German Shepherds sitting at the foot of my air mattress. Standing behind them was my mother. She was beaming with joy.

"We've got dogs son!" my mother exclaimed happily. "Look at them."

The dogs were Prince, the only male and Princess, Duchess, Countess, Lady, and Queenie. I learned this when I gave each dog a pat. All the dogs were happy to meet me. They seemed to recognize my voice immediately and when I gave them the command 'sit' they all obeyed. I was suitably impressed. Amazingly, I learned the first time I touched them, that none of the bitches were pregnant. I guess our 'benefactors' were going to leave that up to Mother Nature. Prince was going to be a happy dog when the bitches went into heat.

Breakfast brought more news. Linda cornered me minutes after entering the dining hall. I hadn't even sat down when she pulled me over to a table that she was sharing with my wife. Emma smiled welcomingly at me as I sat down.

"Rested?" she queried with a broad grin upon her face.

I admitted I was and left it at that. I could see that Linda wanted to talk. She was clutching my tablet in her hand and looking excited. She waited only until I'd drunk my first sip of coffee, before getting down to business.

"We're ready to ask for the mobile homes," Linda informed me as I put my coffee down and reached for my utensils. "Emma and I have gone over a number of possible models, picked the ones we want, and we've reconfigured them for our needs. All our work is in a file on the tablet. Now we need you to request it."

I put down my utensils again and reached for the tablet. Linda willingly handed it over. I turned it on and with the assistance of Emma, opened the file that they had worked on. They had a total of thirteen units. All of them were large four-bedroom, three-bathroom double wide units. I took a quick look at each of the subfolders to see what changes that they'd made and then shut the files and turned off the tablet. When I sat it back down on the table and turned my attention back to my breakfast, Linda made a face.

"Is that all?" Linda asked, staring at me with a mix of disbelief and wonder. I just speared a sausage and stuffed it in my mouth. When I was done chewing it, I gave her my answer.

"Yeah, that's it," I said, picking up my coffee again, "or it has been lately. When we first got here I had to verbally say something like 'I need a weapon for protection' or 'we need an encyclopaedia'. Lately though things have just happened. I talked to Sally about moving ahead on the farm and the next day we had horses, cows, and hogs. Last night Sally mentioned that we needed dogs and I agreed with her. This morning we've got six of them. The way I figure it, if our 'benefactors' intend to give us these mobile homes, they've listened in and they've probably read those files already. If they haven't, I just looked at them and as far as I'm concerned, it's a go. I liked what I saw and I'm all for it. So now we wait. I expect that we'll probably get them tomorrow morning at the latest. In the meantime, I'm going to finish my breakfast."

"Oh!" Linda responded, a little dazed by my own response. As I stuffed some home fries into my mouth I could tell that she was at a loss as to what to do next. She'd been excited and my casual reaction to the process had taken the wind out of her sails. Even Emma looked taken back by what I had told them. Seeing that, I decided to throw them a bone.

"Of course," I said, putting down my fork and picking up my cup, "there are probably things that you need to get done now that I've asked for the mobile homes."

"Like what," Linda asked quickly, her eyes brightening up at the thought of something to do.

"Well," I replied after taking a thoughtful sip of my coffee, "as I see it, if our 'benefactors' stick to their normal practices those mobile homes aren't coming here complete. You're going to have to assemble them and then we're going to have to furnish them. You also need a place to park them. I saw on the tablet that you've decided to put them in a double 'U' with the top of the 'U' being closed off by the dining hall. It's a good plan and I'm all for it, however that land behind the dining hall is inclined. It's not a huge incline but it's there. You probably won't have any problems levelling the mobile homes on it; however you might want to consider bringing a scraper over here and clearing the area so that you can put the mobile homes on a hard pad. I'm certain that if you do that, our 'benefactors' will send those compactors back for you to use."

"Do you really think we need to do that?" Linda asked excitedly, directing her question more at Emma than me.

"Maybe," Emma replied thoughtfully, glancing out the back windows of the dining hall towards where they wanted to put the mobile homes, "we should go and talk about it."

I finished my breakfast as they packed up and left, silently grateful for their departure. I don't know if I was just making work for them or not, but I felt they needed it. Ever since they'd decided to not work on the permanent dwelling, they and their work team seemed to be at a loss. I figured my suggestion couldn't hurt. It also reminded me that I needed to organize some busy work for me. Fortunately, I knew exactly what I needed to get done.

A half an hour later I was saddling a horse. With me was Vicky.

"I've never ridden before," Vicky informed as she went to cinch the belly strap on the mare that I'd picked for her to ride. Thankfully, as with everything provided by our 'benefactors' simple touching the tack had provided Vicky with the knowledge and skill to put a bridle on her mount and to saddle it up. I also knew that by just touching the animal, she'd know how to ride it.

"Actually, it's been a long time since I've ridden," I admitted as I finished off my chore of saddling my mount, "but we'll be fine. These horses look and act like they've been well trained to handle beginners and the 'touch' knowledge should compensate for what you don't know. As well, we're not going to be riding them that far or that hard. In fact, we'll probably only take them at a walk until we both get comfortable in the saddle. I'm sure that you'll be okay."

And we were. We both mounted up and headed out at a nice walk heading south from the farm. We took with us Queenie and two carbines as well as our web belts and pistols. I even had saddlebags tied to my saddle containing a first aid kit and emergency food and supplies, just in case we needed them.

"Thank you, by the way," Vicky said after a moment of silence, "for last night. I enjoyed it."

"I noticed," I replied smugly, not looking at Vicky as I did. Instead, my mind recalled our fun and games from the night before.

"Don't get to full of yourself," Vicky chided me, "I might have enjoyed it but I'm still a lesbian and I still don't want you putting a baby in me. If you're not good I'll take my business elsewhere."

"Sure," I muttered in response, a broad grin breaking across my face.

"Men," Vicky grumbled dismissively, sighing softly once she'd said it. A minute later, that thoughtful sigh was replaced by a chuckle. I smiled upon hearing it, knowing that Vicky was remembering what we'd done the night before.

It had been intense near the end. Once we'd got past the slow caressing and massaging and beyond the foreplay where I'd tried to tickle her tonsils with my tongue buried in her pussy and Vicky had coated my face with her sweet juices, I'd decided to tease her mercilessly. With Emma restraining Vicky's arms above her head, I had rubbed the head of my rock hard dick up and down her sensitive furrow, brushing the fat head of my dick across her clit. It had driven Vicky wild with desire. We kindled it some more by dipping my cock into her bareback, causing Vicky to gasp with surprise and beg me to stop. Emma had silenced her with a kiss as I thrust in and out of Vicky a few times, just to torment her. Then I'd started again, pulling my dick out of her after half a dozen strokes and starting the tease all over again. I did it five times in a row, until Vicky hadn't cared anymore. She'd begged me to pound her into the air mattress and to leave her a puddle of quivering flesh. The fact that I was still bareback hadn't mattered. All she wanted was to come.

I hadn't done it. I'd given Vicky my promise and I kept it, but we both knew that it had been close and we both knew that sooner or later it would happen. Deep down, I even believed that Vicky wanted it to happen. She might not want to be a mother, but the thought of me emptying a load into her unprotected womb had become appealing to her. The tone of her voice assured me that it was true.

Pebble and Shell took our arrival on the beach like they always did. Both of them fled into the water, diving out into the lake to escape us. It brought a renewed smile to Vicky's lips and to mine and it made Angela laugh out loud.

"You've ruined the rest of my morning," she said as we brought our horses to a halt. Angela was sitting on a folding chair with her tablet in her hand. I was happy to see that she was wearing a web belt and carrying a pistol in a holster. It wasn't much, but it was something and that was important. Obviously, she'd been working with our two friends for a while and our appearance had proved untimely.

"Sorry," I told her, giving her an apologetic smile. "We're just passing through."

"It's not your fault," Angela granted us with a sympathetic sigh, "Unfortunately it's instinctive for them. This is the second time this morning that they've jumped into the water. A bird flew out of the brush just after I arrived here and they darted instantly into the water. This time they'll stay out in the lake until you've left."

"Sorry," I apologized once more, feeling Angela's frustration and understanding it.

"Like I said, it's not your fault," Angela sighed in reply, "but because it's you this time, they'll be complaining for the next hour. They really can't get past you being able to see them. It's driving them crazy."

It turned out it wasn't just me that Pebble and Shell were pissed at. They certainly didn't like the horses and they definitely didn't like Queenie. When the pooch decided to go for a morning dip, the two alien women started crying 'no' in their language and a whole lot of other words that Angela hadn't learned yet and when Queenie tried to swim over to them, they swam away. I was forced to call the dog back to shore fearing what might happen if the dog ever got close to them. Pebble and Shell were still screeching when we left.

Part of that was because we left the horses hobbled on the eastern side of the lake, close enough that Angela could keep an eye on them. We didn't need them where I wanted to go. We did however take our carbines with us.

I wanted to head back along the trail that the bear had left. I wanted to investigate the area to the south-east and see if I could find where the animal had come out. I also wanted to see if there were other tracks about that might tell me what was going on. Basically, I was worried and I was being careful.

It turned out that we had no problems finding the trail. Queenie led the way and Vicky and I followed. Moving carefully, it took us about an hour to reach the tree line. When we got there, we found a surprise. We found blood sign and it was fresh.

The sign led east and we followed it. At first the trail was barely noticeable. There were a few drops of blood splattered on the leaves of a low growing bush. There were also a few bent blades of grass and a few more drops of blood on the ground. It was deceptive. As we continued on, the blood splattered about became copious in quantity. It was clear to Vicky and I that something had been killed nearby and we were on its trail. Dauntingly we pressed on, with our weapons at the ready. Within minutes, Queenie started barking. Instantly, we cocked our carbines, brought them to our shoulders, and flicked the safety to three-round burst. Then as carefully as we could we hurried towards Queenie's bark.