Fred Shows Off

"I thought you were going to show me," said Candice.

"I will," replied Fred.

He milked faster and better than the other two. His family had many cows back home, and as kids they used to race to see who could get more milk in the morning. Fred was always the best.

After they had done milking, Fred sent Lizzy up to the house with the milk. When she had gone, he took put away the stools, rope and washed out the buckets with Candice. She was indeed beautiful, with long brown hair. He walked with her back to the barn.

"You are beautiful," he said, looking into her eyes, "and I liked the way you spit in the milk."

"We have chores to do, hurry up. Show me."

"I'm not going to force myself on you," he said, sitting her down in the hay. "That's what the others do. I care for who you are."

"Who are you?"

"I'm just passing through." He brushed the hair back from her eyes, and then took her hand. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she said trembling, "I do."

Her clothing was slightly better than Lizzy's. It was a cotton blouse and skirt that went slightly beyond the knees. Fred unbuttoned and tossed the blouse on to the hay and then kissed her on the lips. She shed a tear. Then he touched her breast with her right hand.

"Does that feel bad?"

"No," she said.

1. They make out until Lizzy returns.
2. Candice gets nervous and backs out.

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