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Brody was Mrs. Wester’s son. In all her years at the farm, he had never once come home to visit, but he had sent Christmas and birthday gifts with nice notes like clockwork for Mrs. Wester, Jeb, Sadie, and
John. He never missed a birthday. Every year Lou opened the UPS boxes full of gaily wrapped packages at Christmas and placed them beneath the tree.
“Do you know how to reach him, Sadie? I agree and think we need to call him soon,” Lou said as they walked into the library. Mrs. Wester had not stepped foot in the library in years but her desk remained. Lou used it to care for the finances of the farm.
Sadie turned a small, black Rolodex until she reached the card she wanted. She plucked it from the card holder and held it out to Lou. Lou sat down behind the desk and picked up the phone. Holding the card in one hand, she dialed with the other.
“County Hospital,” the distracted voice said.
“May I speak with Mr. Brody Wester, please?” Lou asked patiently.
“You mean Dr. Broden Wester?”
“Um, yes. My name is Lou Smith. I work for his mother.”
“Oh. He is in surgery right now. May I take a message?”
“Yes. Could you please tell him his mother is ill and she needs him?”
The voice paused. “I’ll do that,” she said.
“Thanks.” Lou hung up the phone.
A few hours after her phone call, Lou read Sarah a story and tucked her into bed in the room adjoining her own. After making sure the child was settled for the night, she decided to go out to the barn and check on a new foal that had not looked very sturdy earlier in the day. She quietly closed the bedroom door.
The air outside was so thick you had to chew it before you could walk through it. Her long, brown hair stuck to her face like seaweed wraps around your legs at the beach, and her clothes were soaked before she ever reached the barn. She peered over the stall door, happy to see that the new baby was on her feet and looked much stronger than she had earlier in the day.
“She’s a beaut, ain’t she, Lou?” John said as he stepped beside her and peered over the stall door. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead with his forearm.
“She looks better than she did this afternoon.”
“I know. I was worried there for a while.” John, although he was Margaret Wester’s nephew, was in charge of the stables and the foals, and it was his job to oversee the birth of the new arrivals. With some, like this one in particular, Lou sat up with him all night to wait for the new baby. This one came pretty quickly. As they waited patiently, they had discussed their worries about the old matriarch, Mrs. Wester, and they shared the same concerns.
“It’s hotter than seven hells out here, Lou. What do you say we get cooled off?” John asked, a mischievous look twinkling in his green eyes. “I thought we might take a dip in the pond behind the house. What do you think?”
Lou thought about it for no more than a second, plucked the sweaty shirt from her skin one more time, and nodded her head. “Race you!” she called out as she streaked by him, heading for the huge farm pond. An excellent runner, she outdistanced him by three car lengths. She reached the dock long before he did. She turned her back to John and kicked off her worn jean shorts and sandals.
Before John could get his shirt off, she was slicing through the water wearing only a lacy, matching bra and panty set. John performed a perfect cannon-ball wearing only his boxers. He disappeared into the water. She waited for him to resurface. After a minute, she began to worry. Could he have hit his head? Where was he? He tugged her ankle and pulled her under. Her head went under water, and she came up sputtering.
She smacked the surface of the water before she struck out after him, grabbing his head and pushing him below the surface of the water. Their water play continued for about a half-hour before they both tired. They swam back to the dock, and he climbed the ladder first. He turned his back and started to pull his jeans on while she climbed out herself. She bent to pick up the faded jean shorts.
“Uh-hum!” The clearing of a throat grabbed their attention.
Lou gasped and crossed her arms over her wet t-shirt. She looked into the distance and could see the taillights of a cab as it pulled out of the gates. It had left the tall man who stood before them, one eyebrow cocked slightly and a bemused look upon his face.
“Brody!” John exclaimed as he walked forward to greet the newcomer.
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The wo
man obviously knew no shame. She stood there, nearly naked, the moonlight shining on all of her assets. The wet cloth of her shirt and panties was nearly translucent and did little to hide the shadows and curves beneath. Her long legs and graceful, bare feet were exposed for his view. Long, dark waves of wet hair clung to her shoulders.
When she realized someone had interrupted their tryst, she had tried to hide herself behind her shirt but he had already seen her. Her curves were in all the right places. Her nipples pressed against the wet, transparent fabric, hard and dark. Her flat stomach led to dainty panties that stuck to her like glue.
“John! It’s so good to see you,” Brody said. They shook hands and clapped one another on the shoulder.
The girl turned her back and took a moment to pluck her shirt from her body. Pulling her shorts up and fastening them, she turned to face the men.
