One of the things I love about Nils is his willingness to let me do things I enjoy. As I said earlier, I love my stockings, I love sex, and, for some reason I enjoy cleaning (especially dusting). One of the other things I really enjoy is gardening. And, in keeping with the other things we do, I garden in the nude.

This year, our garden was going really, really well. I planned it just like my grandmother did when she was my age. She called it a “Victory Garden” and she planted one every year. During the war while Grandpa was a sergeant with the Marines in the Pacific, Grandma would talk to me about that as we worked her gardens.

She taught me how to space the vegetables so that we could get the most and biggest vegetables from the garden. She really didn’t need to tell me that a garden in the backyard produced better and tastier vegetables than the grocery store; that was pretty clear when you tasted a tomato!

I was in the garden yesterday when Nils came out to talk to me. All I had on was a sun hat (don’t want to risk cancer, hee, hee!) and my gardening sandals. I had already picked some veggies, including some sweet corn, some green beans, some carrots and even some peaches from a tree in the corner of the garden. I was heading over to the beet patch when he came out. We talked a little bit as we were pulling up the beets. I told him I wanted to visit my grandparents and he told me he couldn’t go because of business.

Just about then we each pulled out a beet in each hand. Mine were a little bit smaller than his. “These look to be about the size of your balls,” I said and put the beets up next to him.

“Well,” he replied: “these two are just slightly smaller than your boobs!” and he put one on either side of my tits. It gave me a wicked idea!

I stood up and walked over to the table that was holding my vegetable treasures. I found a carrot that was fat and long and blunted at the end. I arranged that between my two beets. “Looks just like you!” I said, laughing.

“Hmm,” he said. He put his beets on the table, and found a very large peach. He put that at the end of the carrot and put the beets in front of the peach. “Well, now,” he said. “Does that give you any ideas?” He grinned at me.

“Yep,” I said, and I pushed some of the veggies out of the way and bent over the table. “Does this tell you what I’m thinking?” He stepped up and put his carrot right into my peach, splitting me in half.

I don’t know why it is, but when Nils does me right, a Bible verse comes to mind: “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.” Whew! Thank God there are so few workers; I don’t think I could handle more than one of him!

Story by Jon Eugene
Illustrations by Mat