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surrounded the Peters' house.  He was still trembling with excitement, and 
could hardly believe what he had seen.  Later, when he got to his 
quarters, he would go over it all again in his mind, dwelling on every 
single detail of what he had seen.  He couldn't quite believe that he had 
been so lucky.  He thanked his lucky stars that he had decided to have a 
peek when he saw the window open in the office, and heard muffled sounds 
from inside.  Of course, it was fairly dim inside, but still, he could see 
what was going on.
     I seen her!  I seen her fingerfucking her own pussy! he chuckled to 
himself, treasuring the memory of the faint glimmer of hair-lined pink he 
had glimpsed between her open thighs as he eavesdropped on the demented 
woman.  He had seen her flimsy white little panties dangling at her knees, 
too.  Who'd have thought that he, a mere farmhand, would have got a front 
row seat, and seen with his own eyes the beautiful wife of his boss, 
playing with herself?  All the nights he'd dreamed about the lovely, 
haughty Mrs. Peters, all the times he'd imagined what she'd be like with 
her dignity lost and stripped bare-ass naked ... now he'd seen her, half-
naked anyway.  She didn't see him, didn't know he'd been watching, but he 
had been, and God, he wouldn't have missed it for anything.



Chapter 2

     Mike hurried over to the dairy and went straight to the milking 
parlour.  He spotted Eve right away, standing to the right of the long row 
of cows already chained in the milking passage.  She had put on a white 
coat, and her blonde hair was piled high on her head, and capped with a 
small band of white.  Even with her fair, creamy skin, she did not look 
washed-out, and Mike thought to himself how attractive she looked in the 
white dairy coat.  Her ample curves were cleverly accentuated by the 
tightly belted garment and Mike could not resist running his eyes over her 
proud, full breasts jutting out like snow-capped peaks, the slight sway of 
her molded hips, the long arch of her shapely legs.  She was talking to 
Sam Maguire, and turned when she heard Mike come in.
     "Good Evening, Miss Slater.  I hope I haven't kept you waiting too 
long."
     "Oh no, Mr. Peters.  Sam here has been showing me the ropes and 
making me feel at home. And do call me Eve, please."
     "All right, Eve," Mike laughed.  "We don't stand on formality here, 
so you might as well call me Mike."
     Mike felt more at ease when Sam had ambled off to attend to the 
animals already milked.  He felt a warm friendliness exuding silently from 
Eve, and it comforted him somehow, as he was still stinging from Sandra's 
verbal blows.  He felt that her accusations had been unjust; he had bent 
over backwards over the past year to make up for the affair she had found 
out about, and yet nothing seemed to please her.  She had changed so much 
over the past few years, he mused sadly to himself; she wasn't the same 
woman he'd married, laughing, full of fun, ready for anything.  She had 
turned into a nagging, whining shrew and didn't seem to care whether he 
was there or not.  It was that feeling of not being wanted that had made 
him seek refuge in other women.  Of course, he felt guilty about it, 
feeling like a rat as he slunk off to his clandestine meetings, but he had 
to do something, or he'd go mad.  Still, it was unfair of her to accuse 
him of being interested that way in Eve.  He'd be mad to try anything with 
her, right under Sandra's nose.  Not that he'd mind -
     "A penny for them!" Eve's light-hearted voice chimed in on his 
rambling thoughts, and her interruption caused him to blush to the roots 
of his hair.
     "I'm sorry, Miss ... Eve, I mean ... I've been so rude; I was 
completely carried away ..." he stammered, conscious of her twinkling gray 
eyes fixed on him.  He felt awkward, like a schoolboy.  Her searching 
graze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have 
read his thoughts, but knew that was ridiculous.
     "Well," he began lamely, "do you think you'll enjoy working here?"
     "Oh yes," she exclaimed, smiling widely.  "Everything's so up-to-
date, and you've got a fine herd.  Sam showed me around everywhere, and I 
even saw your donkey herd.  That broken-colored stallion is magnificent!"
     "Yes, he's a fine fellow, isn't he?  Imported from England from one 
of the champions over there.  I hope to have some good progeny from him 
next year."
     "How is he working out as a sire?" Eve asked interestedly.  Mike 
started, her question disturbing him.  What did she mean?  She knew he had 
only just got the stallion, that there wouldn't be any foals till next 
year.
     "Eh, what do you mean?" he asked guardedly.
     "I mean, does he do the job properly?  He looked pretty young to me!"
     Mike found himself coloring again.  What was the matter with the 
girl, asking questions like that?
     "He's able to manage," Mike faltered, and immediately turned his 
attention to placing the clusters on the first cow's teats.  Normally, the 
dairy girl and Sam did the actual milking, but as Eve was new, and the 
machine might be unfamiliar to her, Mike had decided to help her, in case 
she needed any instructions or had any problems.
     "I love the feel of a cow's teat in my hand," Eve mused to him, 
moving on to the next animal.  "It feels so soft, so sensuous," she went 
on dreamily, "and it almost comes to life as the milk flows through it, 
and the thick frothy cream spurts out of it ..." Mike was glad he was 
hidden from her sight, and that she couldn't see the flushed look of 
astonishment on his face.  Her voice was so hazy, her tone so sultry, and 
Mike could see out of the corner of his eye that she was caressing one of 
the pink-tinged teats as tenderly and lovingly as if ... He felt stunned 
by the impact of his own lewd thought.  As if it were a man's cock!  That 
was the thought that leaped into his head and drummed persistently at his 
consciousness.
     "Mike, could you help me please!" she called out suddenly, and he 
found himself rushing over to her, glad of the chance to be near her 
again.  She was hunched over one of the milk tube clusters which was lying 
on the ground, and Mike's eyes were drawn, as if by a magnet, to the 
exciting split between the tops of her creamy white breasts.  He was 
mesmerized by the enticing glimpse of her deep cleft and had to drag his 
eyes away when she looked anxiously up at him.
     I seem to have lost one of the tops," she said worriedly, and Mike 
got down on his knees beside her, and scanned the straw for the dark-
rimmed cap.
     "Here it is!" he said suddenly, picking it out of a golden sheaf, and 
he began to screw it back into the tube.
     "Oh thank goodness you found it," Eve breathed, laying one of her 
small white hands on his thigh, "I was so worried."  Her touch was like a 
firebrand on his flesh and when he looked at her, she was smiling at him.
     "Well, we'd better get on with the milking," he said weakly, and 
reluctantly, it seemed to him, she removed her hand from his thigh.  He 
suddenly felt bereft, as if a part of him was missing.  Pull yourself 
together, he chided himself, you're acting like a teenager, imagining all 
sort of ridiculous things.
     They worked silently, preparing all the cows for milking, and Mike's 
thoughts were swirling around in his head.  He couldn't shake loose the 
memory of her touch on his thigh.  Did she mean to do that, or was it just 
an accident?  And what did she mean by all that stuff about the teat?
     Finally, Mike switched on the milking machine, and the barn was 
filled with the vibratory sounds of the pulsator.
     "Mmm, it's hot in here!" Eve said suddenly, and began to unbutton her 
dairy coat.
     "D'you mind if I take this off?" she queried Mike, and when he 
replied, "of course not," she removed it, and Mike saw that she was 
wearing a red see-through blouse and a tight black mini-skirt.  He could 
see that she was wearing a matching red bra, really only a strip of lace, 
and his eyes were riveted on the generous mounds of her ivory breasts 
which were visible through the red nylon.
     "Do you like them?" Eve's voice broke in on his distraction, and he 
could only stare open-mouthed at her.  Had he heard her right?  His heart 
began to thud uncomfortably in his chest and he was at a loss as to what 
to do.
     "Would you like to see them?" Again her gay, mocking voice startled 
him.
     "Wha ..." he could only stammer.
     "Would you like to see my breasts, Mike?" she asked again with 
exaggerated slowness, walking a step closer to him.
     "Are you out of your mind?" Mike snapped, afraid that his mind was 
playing tricks on him. "This is no time for games!"
     "I'm not playing any games!" Eve said silkily, and Mike watched in 
boggling disbelief as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her sheer 
blouse.  Gaping, he saw the edges fall away and reveal the exquisite form 
of her perfectly molded breasts, made all the more provocative by the 
dainty confines of her lacy bra.  He could see the alabaster flesh heaving 
slightly and was hypnotized by the rhythmic rise and fall of the luscious 
orbs.
     Incredibly, he saw Eve's hand slip around to the back, and in a 
moment, she was shrugging the thin satin straps from her smooth, pearly 
shoulders.
     "Christ, they're beautiful!" He couldn't resist gasping as the full 
glory of her exquisitely sculpted breasts came into his astonished view. 
Craning his neck, his eyes bulged as he stared at the creamy expanse of 
the silky mounds, surmounted by delicate pink nipples, semi-erect from the 
rustling of her bra.  Her hands crept up and cupped the full rounded young 
spheres, thrusting them out, pointing the hardening little buds at her 
disbelieving employer.
     "God, Eve, I ..." he murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from the 
half-naked girl.  His head was swirling - things were happening too fast 
for him.  He could feel the protuberance of his cock growing, and it was 
beginning to swell against the confines of his pants.  His hands fidgeted 
by his sides - they itched to reach out and clasp those glorious globes of 
young college-girl tit flesh, to knead and pummel them.  His mouth longed 
to take the tiny budding nipples between his lips, coax them into 
turgidity with his tongue, nip on their sweetness with his teeth.  God, 
she was driving him mad, standing there half-dressed, like some youthfully 
naked Venus.  She moved closer to him, so close that her naked breasts 
brushed against the blue denim of his workshirt, and the delicious contact 
sent eddies of almost intolerable pleasure soaring through him.  
Sinuously, she rubbed the hardened tips against his chest, purring like a 
cat, her arm resting casually on his thigh again.  He wanted to pull away, 
order his errant young employee to get dressed, get on with the milking, 
but he couldn't.  What he really wanted to do was take her in his arms, 
crush his mouth down on hers, knock the breath out of her with his kiss, 
caress those ripe boobies of hers, and then fuck her, yes, fuck her to 
within an inch of her life.  Instead, he managed to inch backward a 
little.
     "Eve ... we shouldn't ..." he faltered, his eyes dropping again to 
the sensuous grace of her unadorned breasts.
     "We shouldn't ... what?" she queried boldly.
     "We ... you shouldn't ... tease a man like that!" he gasped, feeling 
his face flush.  Yes, that's what she was doing, teasing him with her 
naked tits, her sulky voice, her veiled hints. Well, she'd better watch 
her step, or she'd get more than she bargained for!
     "I'm-not-teasing!" she enunciated, her hand slowly reaching for the 
side zip of her brief black skirt.  With a horrified stare, he watched as 
she eased the skirt down over her full hips, slipping it down her thighs, 
and kicking it aside as it reached her ankles, leaving her nude except for 
a tiny pair of bikini briefs the same startling red as her bra.
     "For God's sake, Eve, anyone could come in ..." Mike gasped, his eyes 
riveted on the golden triangle of pubic curls squashed beneath the sheer 
fabric of her panties.
     "So what?" Eve laughed.  "You're a man, and I'm a woman.  What we do 
is our business ... isn't it?"
     "You're crazy!" Mike rasped.  "You'd better get dressed before ... 
before I ..."
     "Before you go out of your mind?" she taunted, moving in a little 
circle around the demented man.
     "That's right, you teasing little bitch!" Mike rasped, his control 
snapping like a straw inside him.  "You can't expect to go prancing around 
in front of a man, naked like that, and not affect him.  You should know 
what this could lead to, the temptation you're putting my way.  I'm only 
flesh and blood, and this is more than any man can take!"  He railed on, 
his mouth dry and his voice hoarse, fighting to control the demons of lust 
which were mutinying inside him.  She continued to look at him with her 
mocking eyes.
     "Poor Mike!" she clucked, her hand dropping down and cradling the 
considerable bulge of his swollen prick in her palm.  "What are you 
getting so uptight about?" she crooned as she began to massage the growing 
organ, feeling it pulse hotly in her hand.
     Perspiration broke out on Mike's face.  What the hell did she think 
she was doing?  Poor Mike indeed!  She thought she could twist him around 
her little finger.  Well, he'd show her he wasn't the Milquetoast she 
thought he was!
     "Now listen, Eve," he began, but her hand was already drawing down 
the zipper of his pants, and his demented cock, rejoicing in its sudden 
freedom, leaped up, cleaving the air, the red bulbous head grotesque in 
its palpitating arousal.  His mouth hinged open as he stared down at the 
apparition of his own blood-engorged prick, and he moaned from the 
tremendous contact between her cool fingers and his heated, throbbing 
flesh.  Her hands stroked and kneaded the elongated rod, drawing it out 
into an even greater length and Mike felt powerless to do anything but 
stand there and allow his new employee to stroke his ever hardening cock 
in her masterful, exciting way.
     "Mmmm, what a nice big cock you've got, Mike!" Eve hummed, continuing 
her rhythmic pummelling of his pulsating organ, "I just know I'm going to 
enjoy working for you ..."
     Her hand reached in and cupped the squirming sac of his testicles in 
her palm, and Mike felt rising shivers of ecstasy course through him, 
emanating from the sensitive balls.  Mike leaned back against the edge of 
the stall, lost in the sensual reverie that Eve was weaving around him.  
God, her hand felt so good on his cock, stroking and kneading like that 
... it was a long time since he'd felt a hot hand on his prick ... too 
long, in fact ... Sandra never touched him there ... SANDRA!  The memory 
of his wife jarred him back to reality.  She could easily walk in here, 
find him like this, being stroked and caressed by this young voluptuous 
agricultural student!  It would mean the end of everything, their 
marriage, all they had worked for!  She'd never forgive him!
     With a tortured groan, he wrenched back from Eve and backed out of 
the stall.  His face burning, he stuffed his long suffering penis back 
into his pants, and hurried over and turned off the milking motor.
     I don't know what came over me ..." he mumbled.  I must've been crazy 
... anybody could have come in ...!"  Unable to meet her gaze, Mike 
hurried over to the cows, and began to undo the clusters frenziedly, his 
fingers shaking.
     "Mike!" Eve's soft voice was directly behind him.  Squatting to 
remove the clusters from the cow's teats, he half-turned and saw Eve 
standing directly behind him.
     "My God!" he gasped, the milk-clusters falling from his hands.  She 
was stark naked!  She was standing with her legs slightly apart, and he 
could just barely see the faint pink sheen of her pussy lips peeping out 
from under the soft resilient thatch of golden curls.  His throat felt 
arid, and his voice failed him.  He could only stare.  She was like a 
creature from another world.  A strange, exotic female who towered over 
him, and was omnipotent.  She held the power to transmit incredible 
sensual ecstasy to him, and he was her slave.
     "Eve ..." he managed to croak feebly.
     And then she was beside him, kneeling on the soft straw, pushing him 
gently back.  He was unresisting, borne along on the wind of her 
tremendous sexuality.  He was completely in her power, and yielded as she 
once more freed the heated protuberance of his bulging cock.  He sighed an 
uncontrollable moan as it sprang up from the forest of his pubic hair and 
gasped again as her fingers once more encircled it, pulling on it gently.  
Her fingers were easing off his pants, and were playing titillatingly 
along his thighs, sending chills of pleasure rippling up and down and 
along his skin, and kindling great flames of heat deep in the pit of his 
stomach.  Like a robot, his hands reached up eagerly for the target they 
yearned, and grabbed the full soft mounds of her tender breasts, and 
clutched at the delicate flesh with his talon-like fingers, making her 
wince from the sudden pain, and leaving little red welts on the smooth 
white skin.  His fingers drubbed the hard little beads of her nipples, 
rubbing them mercilessly, tugging on them until they were rigid little 
spears.  Beside him, the cow fidgeted nervously, anxious over the 
unaccustomed disturbance at her feet, and Mike felt a moment's paralyzing 
fear lest her hooves lash out at his prostrate body.  But all practical 
consideration fled from his brain as he felt his young milk maid settle 
herself over him, her long smooth thighs straddling his naked hips and 
Mike could feel the graze of her soft curling pubic hair as it brushed 
against his naked stomach.  Still grasping his distended cock in her hand, 
she began to guide it towards the warm grasping furrow of her cunt, and 
Mike sighed with pleasure as he felt the hard rubbery head caress the soft 
delicate tissue already moist with expectation.
     She began to sweep the bulging head of his inflated prick along the 
length of her pulsating cuntal split, and the fluted edges of her moistly 
glistening inner lips clung tenaciously to his hard masculine flesh, and 
the bulbous head became lubricated with her free-flowing vaginal juices.  
His head was swirling and a wave of pleasure, such as he had not 
experienced in a long time, was washing over him again and again, and with 
each cleansing wave, he was laved of any doubts and fears he might have 
had.  Gone was all worry about his wife or anyone else finding him 
stretched out with his naked young female employee; gone completely was 
any fear of discovery.  All that mattered was the unbelievable thrill of 
ecstasy he was feeling and which he knew would mount up to an incredible 
crescendo of hedonistic delight.
     "Mmmmm ..." Eve sighed, "your cock feels so good against my pussy 
..."
     The lewd words coming from the young, innocent faced girl's lips 
excited Mike even more and he felt lust mushrooming inside him and 
threatening to turn him into a raving beast.  His hands flew down and 
grasped the girl's slim tapering hips, and held her in a vise-like grip. 
Hungrily, he began to rotate her entire pelvis until she was revolving 
over the spongy cap of his burgeoning penis still grasped firmly in her 
hand.  Gingerly, she began to position herself over the jutting 
instrument, easing herself down slowly, until she had managed to insert 
the huge distended head up inside the tender inner folds of her cunt 
mouth.
     "Aaaaahhhhhhh ..." she sighed, accustoming herself to the hard 
feeling of a heavy, pounding prick inside her.  But the initial contact 
unleashed the fury of Mike's lust, and with a savage snarl, he crashed the 
helpless girl's pelvis downward, driving his thick rod upwards with flesh-
splitting cruelty.
     "AAAARRRRGHHHHHHHH ..." Eve screamed out and struggled in a vain 
attempt to dislodge the terrible instrument from her unsuspecting depths.  
But she was completely skewered, and the fleshy hair-lined outer lips of 
her pulsing vagina were resting on the tickling nest of Mike's blond pubic 
forest.  Beside them, the cow snorted, frightened by the ear-piercing 
scream, and began to paw the ground ominously.
     Mike's fingers clawed at the soft resilient flesh of Eve's smooth 
rounded buttocks as he raised her loins upward, feeling her sensitive 
inner membrane cling to his hard fleshy rod as her heated vaginal sheath 
slid upwards.  He held her poised above him, leaving just the hard 
burgeoning head still buried inside her, and then he crashed her down 
again, feeling the spongy global mounds of her buttocks flatten down 
against his pubic area as his tunnelling prick plunged far up inside her, 
cleaving her unaccustomed flesh with cruel obstinacy. He could feel the 
pliant entrance of her cringing womb yield before his unabated onslaught 
and a gasp of mingled shock and excitement escaped her as she felt the 
unexpected pressure so deep up inside her impaled belly.
     Eve's eager vagina had accustomed itself to the ponderous girth of 
Mike's trammelling penis, and she began to move up and down freely, 
establishing a yo-yo like rhythm.  Mike's palpitating cock seemed to 
expand even more inside her and she responded with a gentle tentative 
flexing of her practised inner muscle which seemed to excite him to even 
greater lust.  His hands shot up eagerly and enfolded the enticing orbs of 
her breasts in his palms, and they rubbed and caressed her throbbing 
flesh, sending chill after chill curdling through her blood, making 
passion pulse hotly through her veins.
     "Oh God, Mike ..." she gasped, her hands clutching at his tensely 
corded thighs, "your hands feel good on my titties ... as good as your 
cock feels inside me ..."
     Tremors of passion were spasming through Mike.  Eve's lewd words of 
praise sent lurid shivers running up and down his spine and doubled the 
already incredible pleasure he was feeling.  He could hardly believe what 
was happening!  Only this morning, this girl was a complete stranger, 
newly arrived from Agricultural School, and now, after a turn of events 
which had left him breathless, they were fucking, or rather, she was 
fucking him!  Yes, she was the one who had seduced him, and who was now 
riding him like a savage Indian girl on a half-wild mustang, her thighs 
clenching his hips viciously, and the soft inner hole up between her legs 
milking furiously on his rampaging cock. He had never experienced anything 
like this before - stretching out on the soft golden straw, being screwed 
by a real woman - because that's what Eve was, there was no doubt about 
that. Beside him, the cow lowed deeply, finally accepting the strange, 
nakedly writhing couple beside her, and Mike felt her breath, warm and 
sweet scented, wafting gently over his perspiring face.
     Mike glanced up and saw that Eve's face was coated with perspiration, 
her mouth was half open and her head was flung back.  Her luxuriant coils 
of curls had become undone and her silky flaxen hair was streaming down 
like a silver stream over her bare creamy shoulders.  He had released his 
savage hold on her breasts and now the full ripe spheres were bobbing from 
her exertion, the reddish-brown nipples jutting out like berries, and the 
brown aureolas were crinkled in their contracted excitement.  His lust-
glazed eyes travelled down the length of her magnificent body, coated with 
moisture, revelling in the soft yet supple milkiness of it, the 
provocative curve of her womanly hips, the lemon-colored fleece of pubic 
down which meshed so indistinguishably with his own.  Her long slender 
thighs were like alabaster columns and Mike could see that the inner 
tendons stood out like whipcord against the ivory inner skin.  She 
continued to grind wildly up and down on his jerking prick, making a 
little teasing rotatory movement as she rose up.  Her fingers slipped 
around behind her squirming buttocks and stroked the squirming sac of his 
testicles in a sudden swift movement which sent his roiling sperm into a 
frenzy of churning liquid deep inside the darkness of his balls.
     "Christ, Eve," he panted through the breathlessness of his mounting 
passion, "you're ... you're incredible! ... oh God, keep tickling my balls 
like that ..."
     Mike felt a rush of heat that started in the pit of his stomach rise 
up in an overpowering curtain and steam through him, and at the same time, 
his cock began to jerk uncontrollably and the ache in his writhing balls 
had become unbearable.
     "AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH ... keep fucking ... keep fucking ... I'm cumming!  
I'm CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGG ... ! ! !"
     And then his body was caught up in a gigantic whirlwind, and he 
thought he would lose consciousness because a blackness appeared in front 
of his eyes, and he felt he was drifting away, but his faltering 
rationality was arrested by Eve's own hoarse screams.
     "Oh God Mike, I'm cumming too.  I'm ... AAAHHHHHHH ... !!"  And she 
was cumming too, her pelvis pounding against his like gigantic waves 
against storm-tossed rocks.  Her fingers were like razor-sharp spears 
cutting into the flesh of his hips, and the interior muscle of her vaginal 
sheath was an insatiable entity of its own.  It was sucking, demanding, 
and getting, its life-giving quencher of his thick store of semen, which 
suddenly began to spurt along the pulsating tube of his spasming penis and 
hose hotly up into the heated cavern of her pussy.  Almost immediately it 
seemed, the frothy liquid trickled back down around his pumping prick and 
seeped into the matted pubic curls, already moistened with the shower of 
her orgasmic release.  The cow was blowing hot puffs of breath down onto 
Mike's steaming face, her big liquid brown eyes staring in boggled 
amazement at her two temporary stall companions.  Her big, wet white nose 
just touched Mike's face as the last heave convulsed his dying prick and 
he emptied the final drop of his boiling semen into Eve's still hungrily 
twitching pussy.  At last, the exhausted girl collapsed onto his panting 
body, and his now limp prick slipped easily from her wet, cock-stretched 
passage.
     "That ... that was the best fuck I've ever had!" Mike acknowledged 
gratefully.  And it was.  There was something about the spontaneity of the 
act which impassioned him to fever pitch, and the girl's own total 
sexuality, and lack of restraint, unleashed a similar characteristic in 
him.  "You're quite a girl, Eve," he added admiringly.
     "You're a real man yourself, Boss," Eve praised, smiling down at him.  
"You sure know how to please a girl!"
     She lay her face down on his chest so he couldn't see her widening 
grin.  Things are working out just great, she thought happily. She had 
been thrilled when she had met her new boss, captivated right away by his 
virile good looks, and now she had discovered that he had above average 
talent in other respects, too. Yes, she murmured to herself, I think I'm 
going to enjoy myself very much on this job!



Chapter 3

     Sandra threw her corduroy jacket over her shoulders and stepped out 
into the yard.  There was a slight breeze which alleviated some of the 
premature heat of early May, and she began to amble towards the barns.  
She was glad the house was a short distance away from them - she didn't 
think she could stand it if the animals were milling about directly 
outside the front door.  There was nobody about and Sandra was grateful 
for that.  She didn't feel like talking to anyone this morning, and 
particularly not to Eve, who turned out to be a very talkative type, 
always anxious to engage herself or anyone else in conversation.  Sandra 
had seen her several times talking to Sam in the yard, and she had caught 
several glimpses of Mike and Eve laughing intimately together.
     Mike himself had been very incommunicative when she brought up the 
subject of the new dairy help and how she was working out. Of course, she 
reflected, after that dreadful fight they'd had, she couldn't expect him 
to confide in her.  She wished now that she hadn't been so hasty in 
accusing him of being interested in Eve, that she had kept her suspicions 
to herself, but the damage was done, and now she couldn't help thinking 
that there was something going on between them.  It was several days now 
since they'd had that fight and Mike usually tried to make up with her 
right away after such an argument, regardless of whose fault it was, but 
this time, he just didn't seem to care. That was the part that hurt, he 
didn't seem to care anymore what she thought or felt.  She felt it was a 
stroke of luck that he'd gone into town early this morning and wouldn't be 
back until tomorrow.  It would give her time to think, and maybe even plan 
some strategy for getting back in his good books.  But if he is really 
interested in that girl, I don't know what I'll do, she worried, afraid 
she might have gone too far.  She hated to admit it to herself, but there 
was no denying that Eve was really attractive, and she had a slow, sensual 
way about her that Sandra knew was exciting to men.  She felt a twinge of 
jealousy stab at her, and tried to banish from her mind the nagging 
suggestion, almost a certainty, she feared, that Mike had become involved 
with the new dairy maid.  No matter what happened, she didn't want to lose 
Mike. But should I just sit back and let him play around with that little 
blonde right under my nose? she argued.  Almost painfully, she thought 
again of the cache of pornographic pictures she'd discovered, lewd filthy 
photographs of Mike in disgusting positions with different women.  The 
shock of finding them still affected her, and her subsequent action of 
getting aroused by them shamed her through and through.  She didn't even 
allow herself to think of that evening, when she had shamelessly fingered 
her own vagina and actually reached a climax, all from the sensations, 
evil, wicked sensations, aroused in her by the vile snapshots. Every time 
the thought came into her mind, when the memory tried to torment her, she 
had brushed them back into oblivion, waiting for time to erase the sharp-
honed edge of her humiliation.
     "Good morning, Mrs. Peters," a voice sang out suddenly behind her.  
It was Sam Maguire, and Sandra, turning around, saw that he was leading 
Jacob, the donkey stallion.
     "Good morning, Sam," she replied, feigning cheerfulness, and 
immediately turning her attention to the animal.  She hated having 
anything to do with the hired hand.  She never knew what to say to him, 
always being afraid of sounding too familiar, or worse still, acting very 
haughty with him.  She began to stroke the donkey's strong arched neck.
     "Jacob seems to be in fine shape," she mused, running her eyes 
admiringly over the animal's sleek black and white body.
     "All the exercise he gets keeps him trim," Sam smirked, and Sandra 
turned to look at him.
     "I thought he's kept inside for the season ..." Sandra puzzled.  The 
donkeys were the only animals she was really interested in on the farm, 
and it was she who had encouraged Mike to keep them in the first place.  
They were becoming very popular everywhere, and top quality foals could 
fetch very high prices.  They had ten mares, and just this one stallion.
     "That's what I mean," Sam leered.  "His mares keep him busy, and he 
sure knows how to rise that big rod of his.  Yes sir," he went on, staring 
intently at her, "them she-donkeys sure seem to love that long prick of 
his shoved far up in their -"
     "How-how dare you!" Sandra gasped, her face scarlet, mortified with 
embarrassment at the farmhand's lewd words.  Who did he think she was, 
that he could talk to her like that, use such filthy language in her 
presence?  Anger seethed inside her like bubbling oil, threatening to