Chapter 2

I'll have to admit I slept well that night and no doubt it was because my sometimes-annoying balls were running on empty. When I woke I was quick to notice I was spooned up close to Nanita's lovely rear end and that Carrita had taken up the space directly behind me and had casually thrown an arm across me and was holding onto my dick as if to make sure it didn't get away.

I could tell it was just now sunrise outside and when I moved just slightly Nanita rolled over to face me and press her abundant titties into my chest. Apparently this woke Carrita too and I could tell she was exploring the dick she had hold of.

I also noticed not a one of my new bedmates had a stitch on and they all seemed to snuggle in a little closer and seemed intent on pressing the lovely bits even more closely up against me.

I didn't know where I was, but from my view I knew it was a better place than I'd been just a day or so before.

I was of two minds about my situation. I had obviously been taken to some wonderful place where women, and beauties at that, seemed plentiful, but I couldn't help wishing I'd had some warning so I could have brought more supplies along. I didn't have any worries about food, or not many anyway, but I could tell things would have been much better with just a little time in a Wal-Mart for extra clothes.

Suddenly a hellacious report of thunder startled us all. I was up in seconds and looking out the window. Damned if it didn't look like another major thunderstorm was coming up. It was dark as hell outside already and it wasn't because it was night. Hell, the sun had just come up for morning. I threw on some clothes and went outside to take a look around.

The wind was up and seemed to be getting stronger. I took the time to put Red and Mose back into the horse trailer and then I hitched the trailers back up together. If we did get a real blow I wanted us to be all latched together, and damned if it didn't seem like a turd floater was on its way. I couldn't think of any better way to pass the time during the storm than for all of us to snuggle up together and hold on tight. In seconds we were in a big pile with all of us trying to get closer and closer together.

I don't know the reason for it, but it seemed only seconds before we were all asleep and then I had the weirdest dream. It was as if someone or something was telling me what was going on.

"We are moving you back to your original time and place so you may gather more things. We hope you will have a better idea of what to buy now that you've seen where you'll end up. You will only be back for twenty-four hours so you had best make the best of your time. We have taken care to put a large sum in your bank account to cover your purchases. This will be your last trip back so get what you need while you are there," someone told me in my dream.

The next thing I remembered was waking up at my house. Taking my dream speaker at his word I unlatched all the trailers except for the camper. I told the girls to sit down and hold on and then I got into the truck and headed us out for Wal-Mart.

I'm sure we looked a sight entering the store just as it opened, especially since the girls were all barefoot and dressed in furs. I led them right to the clothing department and with the help of two blue smocked women employees I had them all trying on jeans and shirts right away. The two helpers called for more help once they found out I wanted twelve sets of clothes for each woman.

As soon as the girls all had one set on them I led them to the shoe isle and had the blue smocks get two pair of Cowboy boots for each of them and then two pair of lace up hunting boots along with three gross of athletic socks for each of them and a gross for me. We did clean Wal-Mart out of athletic socks.

Next was the sporting good section where I had each of them fitted out with four sets of insulated coveralls and picked up four sets for myself too. While the helpers were ringing up the sales I left them a signed check and headed off with a buggy and two other helpers to find cast iron cookware. I picked up several skillets, and eight Dutch ovens along with other things that looked like they might come in handy.

Soon enough I thought we'd picked up everything we needed at Wal-Mart. My last pass was in the hardware section where I picked out twenty-four round point and twenty-four flat point shovels and all the double bit axes they had in stock along with every hatchet and several rakes and yard brooms. I headed toward the automotive end intending to pick up cases upon cases of motor oil, but suddenly I got an in the head message telling me not to worry about such, so I didn't.

Soon enough we were paid out and had plenty of help loading everything into my pickup bed. It was a madhouse for about half an hour and then I drove out of the Wal-Mart parking lot and directly down the street to the Chevrolet dealership. There I bought two one-ton Silverado SUVs and one one-ton dual-wheel pickup, all with four-wheel drive. Of course it was six-wheel drive on the dual wheel pickup, but there was no sense splitting hairs.

After our new vehicles were serviced and fueled I asked the lot to have someone drive them home for us and in light of the huge purchase they did and sent a car out to bring the drivers back.

After we were home I had the girls go into the house and change into their new clothes and as soon as they were dressed I had them pile into one of the SUVs and we headed for downtown Atlanta Texas.

There was a sporting goods store downtown and they carried a hell of a stock of rifles, ammunition, and even better they had a really large selection of compound bows, arrows, and all accessories to go along with them.

The man running the place had gone to school with me and I had no trouble exceeding the limits of daily purchase our government had cobbled up after JFK wound up his days in Dallas. I knew good and well the guy wasn't going to let a little thing like paperwork knock him out of the kind of purchase I was about to make.

Hell, he was the head man of the local chapter of the NRA and I knew if anyone could fix me up he would be the one.

Of course I didn't have time for any more custom rifles, but he had several in stock that would do nearly the same job, and I relieved him of all he had and I cleaned him out of ammo too. I even bought some rifles in 35 Remington just because he had a good stock of ammunition for them too.

Next in line was a showing of Compound bows, arrows, and broadhead arrowheads. He even had a couple of the little machines that would trim off fletching and I took them too.

One other thing he had interested me. He had a nice supply of Colt Pythons and Diamondbacks. No way was it legal for me to buy so many at one time, but then again he wasn't going to let those chickenshit rules stop him from making the biggest sale of his life.

We left with sixteen Pythons in .357 Magnum and twelve Diamondbacks in .38 Special. We also took every cartridge he had for either and I also bought him out of .30-06 and .35 Remington rounds too. He said he'd take care of the paperwork later as long as I let him call my bank and make sure the check was good. I didn't mind and it was good. This just proved to me something had been done by someone on the bank account front.

Right at the last I remembered shotguns and I also cleaned him out of Browning Automatics in every gauge he had. Luckily he had a big stock of ammunition for same and we cleaned him out of that also. I even bought all the slugs and all the buckshot he had. Hell, as long as I was stocking up I decided to really stock up.

He also had a good stock of fishing equipment and so I had him outfit all the girls with two rods and reels, dozens of lures, and then plenty of hooks and sinkers along with roll upon roll of fishing line.

Before I let him start moving our purchases into the SUVs I headed out up Highway 59 and rented a U-Haul trailer. It was mostly an empty van, but it was twenty-four feet long. Of course I was going to be late turning it back in, but it wasn't my lookout. I pulled it to the local feed store first where I bought two tons of whole oats for the Stallion and two tons of Purina dog chow. Our last stop was at a hardware store for more hand tools, four wheelbarrows, and two dozen Grass Scythe Blades. Sooner or later we'd need to cut some hay and I wanted to have something to cut it with. I also picked up a dozen pitchforks.

Our last stop was a Bar-B-Que joint where I bought twenty pounds of sliced beef and all the beans they'd let me have. We were shopped out by now and we headed back to the house to put together a meal of Bar-B-Que and then finish up our packing and get into the trailer for a nap before we left via the magic express.