Chapter 13

Elsie and Carol were excited as usual, talking about everything. They were the happiest girls I had ever seen. Their Mom was coming the end of the week and they would be spending the nights at my house so she could have the bedroom instead of the couch. It was a good thing I had ordered the two single beds, one would go in each room. They were to be delivered tomorrow at noon.

It would make it cramped but would work out for a great cover story when Linda asked if there was room for them to stay.

On the way home with the second load, ‘‘Do you think we could get James away for a little bit? My period is nearly gone and we are horny,’’ Carol said.

‘‘I think WE will have to wait until he gets done planting tonight and then I am sure he will take care of you,’’ I said. ‘‘It will be done at my house.’’

‘‘When we get home, why don’t you two take the Gator and deliver a thermos of fresh ice cold lemonade to James and Dad. It might not hurt to give Dad a couple of nice hugs and tell him thank you for helping your Grandpa,’’ I said.

They were both gone in a flash when I stopped the truck.

I could just imagine both girls bent over at the waist, hands on the tractor tire for balance with their shorts at their ankles and James behind them at the first opportunity.

I swapped to the Pete that was loaded again. It would be the last trip today. Any more cut would go into Amos’s grain bin. Dad would be finished cutting Amos’s three hundred acres tomorrow by noon. James would be done planting by mid-afternoon.

The combine and trailer would be moved to our fields after lunch. The process would be continued for our eight hundred acres.

I was back from the mill at 3 and dumped the two six wheeler loads in Amos’s bin. The last field of wheat was off on yield - that meant the combine could be driven faster and fewer trucks to unload. Dad was finished tonight and two more loads went in Amos’s bin. I drove the Pete to our house, Elsie and Carol picked me up in the Gator and made two trips to drive the six wheelers home.

Dad had uncoupled the grain head from the combine and placed it on the trailer that was used to move it from farm to farm. On the way through the yard he stopped off at the diesel tank. It took three hundred gallons to fill the combine. It was the third fill up this week with two of them from the nurse tank and the tractor pulling the planter the same. All that didn’t include the fuel for the grain trucks. Farming is expensive.

We carried the combine back to the field Dad was going to start cutting tomorrow. I helped reunite the grain table to the combine and check it out. The check out was my ass in the driver’s seat and Dad beside me as we made a test round in the field.

There were touch screens that monitored everything the combine did, fan speeds, cylinder speeds, straw over the thresher and warning bells. I quickly found out the yield here was far better than Mr. Jackson’s. I was going to be spending a lot more time on the road.

I wondered about the yield then I remembered about the fertilizer. Dad probably had more spread per acre than Mr. Jackson did.

I parked the combine and shut it down for the night. We left the grain in the combine. It was to be a dry night so it would be fine. We started home in my truck.

‘‘Dad. Elsie and Carol want James to service them tonight when they come over and I am sure they will want Bob to be part of it so there won’t be ill feelings.”

Supper was pizza again. This time I cooked two. One was cheese and the other ground beef and pepperoni. It was just about ready to come out of the oven when James came in the yard and stopped the tractor at the fuel tank. Bob was driving the tractor with the seed wagon behind it, following him.

The girls came around the shed on the Gator looking and screeched to a stop at the house, dragging the tires with the brakes.

‘‘In a hurry aren’t you? You do know you can get killed on one of these things, don’t you?’’ I said.

‘‘Yes, but it’s getting to be fun to drive. Do they race these things anywhere? I bet that would be fun’’ Elsie asked.

‘‘I am sure they get raced somewhere. There is a race for just about everything these days,’’ said.

‘‘Are you going to be able to eat pizza with us and stay after?’’ I asked.

‘‘Grandpa said we could and we don’t have to be home until 9 tonight,’’ Carol replied.

‘‘Oh, so there is a little trust building going on. Pizza will soon be ready; let’s get the table set,’’ I said.

Supper went fast - they gulped it down. The boys and girls were anxious and fidgety. How two girls could talk so much while eating was beyond me but they did.

‘‘Guys, hit the bathroom in the back and no stubble, then come back to the living room and we will sort things out,’’ I said.

‘‘Girls, use my bathroom - same thing, no stubble, then come back to the living room,’’ I said.

I locked the house doors and pulled the curtains in case someone decided to stop in.

When the girls stepped out of the shower Dad and I stepped in. Their eyes went big, they didn’t say anything but they did smile.

Dad and I walked into the living room naked, holding hands. In our other hands were condoms and lube.

‘‘OK girls, what’s the plan? There are three girls and three men. How do you want to do this? Do want to draw names for the first round then rotate until you have tried all three? Do you want to do it voyeur style again? Or do you just want to pick a partner?” I asked.