Rather hastily, you secure the buildings on the farm. There is a modest old stone house that looks very sturdy, a huge garage housing numerous pieces of agricultural machinery as well as a pickup truck, a number of barns housing herds of desperately crying cattle, sheep and horses, as well as toolsheds, etc. There are no people, but you find two very fresh graves with makeshift wooden crosses over them. You briefly pause to honor the perished.
The last hour or so of daylight is spent feeding and watering the animals, who have been neglected since the outbreak. Very soon, however, it becomes pitch dark and you go to the house, to bed, a real, genuine, comfortable bed with a mattress, not a skimpy sleeping bag over cement floor you spent the last couple of nights on. You fall asleep as soon as your head touches the comfortable pillow.
You get up in the morning and find the girls already gone and your still warm food on the table. After finishing the food, you go to the barn where you left off yesterday. "If you like eating, you'd better not mind taking care of your food," you think. Actually, you don't much mind it. In fact, yesterday it felt kind of good to help out the animals who would've surely perished without you.
In the barn you find Erin and Britney hard at work. They are both dressed in plain sacks, in which three holes have been made for hands and head a simple thin rope hugs their hips, forcing the rough fabric to outline their beautiful curves. "Don't want to ruin their regular clothes," you think. "Smart."
"Good morning girls," you say.
"Hey, the sleepy head is up," Britney chuckles. "Good morning, ."
"Hey, , you tit lover," Erin chuckles, "why don't you go milk the cows? They have to be milked regularly, you know, even if we don't need the milk."
You want to get offended by the joke, but you just can't. Erin is simply adorable. You just laugh and put your hands up defensively.
"Alright, I'm off to grope the cows," you laugh. "You, pervert!" the sisters laugh.
Most of the day is spent taking care of the household. With a couple of hours left in the day, Erin and Britney show up, telling you to wrap it up.
"Go have a swim, ," Erin says. "There's a lake nearby and the water is great. We already tried it out."
You do just that. It's incredibly pleasant to finally wash away the dirt of the last couple of hectic days. Lacking a towel, you walk around the beach naked until most of the water dries and you can put on the clothes, then return to the house.
Inside you and the girls have dinner, during which Erin and Britney act in a pleasantly suspicious manner. They whisper something among themselves, giggle, stealing glances at you. "Before or after," you overhear. Apparently they decided on 'before' because Erin has disappeared and emerged back with a bottle of wine and three nice glasses.
"Wow, you ladies are resourceful," you say, opening the bottle and pouring them drinks before filling your own glass.
"To who saved us all," Britney stands up.
You join her standing, but shake your head. "No, to all three of us, who proved loyal to each other and helped each other out through the hardest times of our lives, to come out victorious, high and proud," you say.
"To us."
"To us."
The dinner is great, but eventually comes to an end. When the bottle is almost empty, Erin speaks up.
", do you love us?"
"Of course I love you," you say. The only right answer to a question like that, as any man undoubtedly knows.
"Then, will you marry us?"
You are a bit stunned.
"Well, I would, but I don't see any churches around. And isn't it kind of against the law to marry more than one woman, anyway?" you say.
"You didn't have any problem sleeping with more than one of us," Britney whines.
"Of course, we're not talking about a marriage license. We're talking about commitment," Erin says. "Can we promise to take care of each other, to only ever be with each other and maybe have kids together," the girls blush cutely, "for the rest of our lives? Would you marry us like that?" |