The Farmer and the Traveling Salesman's Daughter
Copyright© 2009 by pj
Epilogue
Romantic Sex Story: Epilogue - The old sexy story... man traveling down country road, car breaks down, he seeks shelter at the nearest house. Little did this farmer know what lay in store when the salesman's daughter invited him in. Note: finished in Epilogue format.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Group Sex First Anal Sex Cream Pie Slow
I ended up buying the farm, as well as the herd and everything else on it.
Addison was so eager that I couldnt refuse the asking price. The main reason I bought it was I had an idea on the trip up and asked Rentven if he thought Herman Johnson would be interested in running the place.
"Wa'al, I don't know the man real well but from everything I heard, Herman really misses the routine. Seems to me he aint the 'drummer' type and would be more than happy to not have to dicker with strangers every day."
I didn't ask Addison about it. And I gambled on Mr Johnson taking my offer as long as he never had to lay eyes on Addison. He still blamed Addison's son for his daughter's death. I couldn't blame him for that since it turned out that she had followed the guy to Chicago and he had been the one who pimped her out and fought with her ending in her death.
Once the sale had closed and Addison was a day from moving out, I asked Mr Johnson if he would like to run the place. He was a little suspicious at first but when I told him Addison would be long gone in a couple days and explained the herd stayed with the farm, he got a grin on his face for the first time since I'd met him. I asked him how much debt he had ... it was less than I'd thought ... and i paid that off and offered him Thirty thousand a year plus a performance incentive. He accepted and asked if I had anything his wife could do as she would need to quit her job at the county hospital.
So it was that Rhonda and I had a good relationship even with our working together, when I was at the Dairy farm, but it never really went beyond the FWB or fuck buddy stage.
To tell the truth, she was too demanding for me. Not to mention free-spirited. I had no problem with that, otherwise, but she just wasn't my type when it comes down to it.
But she did introduce me to Annie, a college friend of hers and veteran of 8 years in the Air Force, who was closer to my own age and had already gone through the wild-oats syndrome. We hit it off and got married a year later.