Chapter 9

When we got to the kitchen I pulled a paper towel off the roll and handed it to her. At least I'd had sense enough to stock up on them during one of my strolls through multiple Wal-Marts. She looked at it, clearly not understanding what it was for, so I took it back, went to my knees, raised the T-shirt and gently dried her pussy, even getting the small trail of my come that was now sliding down her thigh.

Finished, I stood again and Louise reached up to pull my face toward hers. She showed me that she'd been paying attention at least part of the time by putting her lips to mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth. Damn, kids catch on so fast these days.

The refrigerator was Louise's next momentous discovery. She couldn't believe it was cold inside. Even after I got out two of the carry out steak dinners and put them in the microwave, she kept opening the door feeling how cold it was and then closing it and putting her hand on the outside of the door. She squeaked, jumped back, and then backed away from it when she heard the compressor kick on.

While the steak dinners were reheating I fried a couple of eggs each for us and Louise watched carefully. I knew she must know what eggs were but apparently they didn't have frying pans in her village, or whatever it was called.

She caught on to the fork in seconds and though she didn't realize what her steak knife was, she understood its use after only one showing. It was plain that she knew exactly what beans were but eating them with a spoon was novel for her.

I was still reluctant to get Indians and firewater together so I poured us both a glass of iced tea, without the ice, since it was cold enough anyway. Tea was plainly new to her but she seemed to like it; however, she didn't have the good old American habit of washing her food down without chewing it much. Of course that was still a hundred or more years in the future, and all things aren't better just because they're newer.

After we'd cleaned up the kitchen I thought we might just as well go to bed. I figured showing her about television and the miracle of VHS could wait for another day.

Once we were naked again I demonstrated turning down the bed so we could sleep under a sheet. Louise wasn't impressed that much and once we were in the bed it was clear that she expected to make the beast with two backs again.

I know she was eager to try this new game again, but I also knew that her pussy was going to be sore in the morning already and that hosing her down again would just make it worse. I solved the problem by rolling her to her back, spreading her legs, and eating her pussy until she couldn't stand any more. She was asleep within seconds after I quit.

I rolled her to her side, snuggled up behind her and then raised her top leg a little with my hand so my hard dick could flop up and find a warm spot just below her pussy. I was sleeping myself in seconds.

It was still dark out when I woke the next morning and no wonder, we'd gone to bed before the sun went down. Louise was trying to be still but it was apparent that she was awake. She probably felt she shouldn't try to escape from the arm I had over her, holding a titty.

I got out of bed and I knew I needed to piss so I was sure she needed to also. I led her to the bathroom and had her sit on the throne. Then I discovered it was hard to show someone where to piss with sign language. I had her stand up but knew better than to try showing her how I would do it, so I sat down and let go, pointing her to my dick so she could see exactly what was going on.

The demonstration worked well and when I relinquished the seat she was glad to take my place and do her duty. Showing her the lever to flush after she was done and had vacated the throne might have been a mistake, because she wanted to do it over and over. I knew it must be amazing for her and I also had a small pump that could refill the water tank, but it was a pain in the ass to do it, so I had to make her quit after a few times.

I fixed ground sausage and eggs for breakfast this morning and Louise watched me carefully with the eggs again. Apparently she felt that cooking ground meat was a no brainer, even though I wondered where she'd ever seen ground meat. I threw her another curveball with a big glass of cold milk, it was beyond her comprehension, but she drank it and seemed to like it fine.

After we dressed, me back in the same jeans and Louise in her micro-mini buckskins we went outside and I was trying to decide what to do today. I started to make a small fire but Louise rooted me out of the way, placing tinder and small sticks to get it started her way. I didn't want her fucking around wasting time with it, so when she fished out a piece of flint and an iron ore rock I showed her my bic and after a few minutes she knew exactly how to use it, and she did.

She boldly went back into the trailer, her fear of it over I guess, and came out with the enameled coffee pot full of water, the coffee can and two cups, one half full of water, and the pot holder.

I could see at once that I'd made a mistake by not showing her the wonders of Mr Coffee and I hoped she didn't get angry at me when I got around to it later on. I made the coffee anyway, even though this thing made twenty cups and I was not about to let her drink anywhere near that much.

When it was done I served us and we were sitting on our asses on the ground, drinking coffee. I had some lawn chairs but only six so I hadn't showed my hand yesterday. I guessed I could ease her into them today or tomorrow.

We were on our second cup when we heard that birdcall that wasn't a birdcall. Louise looked at me and I nodded my head. She answered with her version and soon Sky came trotting up. I went inside to get him a cup as soon as I saw him. He was talking to Louise when I came back and he smiled and nodded his head when I poured his cup full.

When I was done Louise started making hand signs at me. She'd point to my trailer, say something, walk the fingers of one hand down her opposite forearm and then point to Sky and say the same word.

I'd already decided I was not about to try learning their language, so I pointed to the trailer, called it home, walked my fingers down my arm, pointed to Sky and then off in the direction he'd come from and said home again. She nodded and smiled and I drained my cup. I reached into the trailer for my Marlin and then closed and locked the door.

Before we took off, Louise pointed to the coffee pot that I'd left on the ground by the fire. I fished out my keys and went back inside for the coffee can and then came back out, handing Louise the coffee can and picking up the pot of coffee with the potholder.

I'm sure they thought we were leaving now but I only went as far as the U-Haul, set the coffee pot down, and then opened the trailer to dig around inside it for a case of the cups. After locking the door I tried picking up the coffee again while holding the box of cups, but it held fifty and it was too damned heavy and awkward for that trick.

Sky and Louise saw the trouble and Sky took over the box, even though I was sure he didn't have any idea what was in it. Finally we were on our way, walking at a steady but somewhat slow pace and drinking our coffee as we did.

When we got to their home, about forty-five minutes later, the whole damned village was turned out to greet us, or to look at me at least.

Sky set the cups down and I set the coffee pot and my cup on the box too, and so Louise set the coffee can and her cup on it. Sky led me to meet an older man who was standing in front of what was the best whatever you call the homes they had. They seemed to be made of layered grass of some kind and they looked like a funky haircut on a pointy headed boy.