When a Lonely Farmer Meets a Vulnerable Woman at a Charity Fundraiser
MORE THAN SHE BARGENED FOR?
This may or may not be a work of FICTION. Nothing is real or maybe it is. I'll let you decide. This is my first attempt so constructive criticism welcomed. Names are fictional.
Hi everyone. My name is John B. or "JB" as everyone called me. Let me describe myself. My wife had passed the year prior to when this story starts so I am single. I could never find anyone that could replace her so I quit trying. I am very well off due to a huge natural gas well on my 400 acre farm, 52 years old, salt & pepper hair, 6'2" and slightly overweight @ 270# due to my beer belly. What can I say, I like beer.
I am quite strong because working a "Hobby" farm keeps you that way. I raise 20 head of beef cattle, a couple of hogs, a dozen chickens and 6 beautiful horses. I don't have to do any work but farming is in my blood. Something I enjoy. Nothing better than fresh veggies and meat on the table.
This all started 2 years ago. I am a member of the local Country club and they were holding a fund raising event for charity. I volunteered to work one of the tables if I they found me a partner to help. Joan offered to help me at my table. I have known her husband Mick all my life. We grew up about a mile apart and in farming country that is just down the block.
Growing up with him doesn't mean I like him. Mick has a drinking problem and does not treat Joan very well. He always puts her down telling her that she is stupid or that she is ugly so she is lucky he puts up with her. I don't think he beats her but verbal abuse is just as bad.
Whenever I ran into Joan away from Mick, she always smiled at me and we had a friendly but always short conversation. She has this cute smile with little dimples that just do something to me.
Joan is about 5'5" and can't weigh more than 110 pounds soaking wet. She has dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. 32 "B" cup breast and the cutest little ass you ever drooled over.
Getting back to the fundraiser, our table was located outside the clubhouse towards the rear of the pool area. We were very busy for the first couple of hours but as everyone had walked around once the crowd dwindled. Mick was plastered as usual and Joan was upset with him. I told her to take him home that I would be alright myself for the last hour. She thanked me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then turned and talked Mick into going home.
About 20 minutes later Joan reappeared. She came over to me and I could tell that she had been crying. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I am now" she said. "He bitched at me the whole way home saying I was a worthless slut for helping you."
"That Asshole. If he had any idea what he has". Joan looked at me and asked what I meant by that. I told her that I thought she was very cute and that if she had not been married that I would be asking her out. This caused a blush to her cheeks. "Really?" she asked. "You bet little lady".
She said that she needed a drink so she asked if I needed anything. "A beer would be good." "I'm on it!" and off she went.
She returned in 10 minutes with a beer for me and she had a large Margarita. She was already more relaxed as we continued our conversation. I found out that she had downed several shots of Tequila before ordering the Margarita.
Near THE END
This may or may not be a work of FICTION. Nothing is real or maybe it is. I'll let you decide. This is my first attempt so constructive criticism welcomed. Names are fictional.
Hi everyone. My name is John B. or "JB" as everyone called me. Let me describe myself. My wife had passed the year prior to when this story starts so I am single. I could never find anyone that could replace her so I quit trying. I am very well off due to a huge natural gas well on my 400 acre farm, 52 years old, salt & pepper hair, 6'2" and slightly overweight @ 270# due to my beer belly. What can I say, I like beer.
I am quite strong because working a "Hobby" farm keeps you that way. I raise 20 head of beef cattle, a couple of hogs, a dozen chickens and 6 beautiful horses. I don't have to do any work but farming is in my blood. Something I enjoy. Nothing better than fresh veggies and meat on the table.
This all started 2 years ago. I am a member of the local Country club and they were holding a fund raising event for charity. I volunteered to work one of the tables if I they found me a partner to help. Joan offered to help me at my table. I have known her husband Mick all my life. We grew up about a mile apart and in farming country that is just down the block.
Growing up with him doesn't mean I like him. Mick has a drinking problem and does not treat Joan very well. He always puts her down telling her that she is stupid or that she is ugly so she is lucky he puts up with her. I don't think he beats her but verbal abuse is just as bad.
Whenever I ran into Joan away from Mick, she always smiled at me and we had a friendly but always short conversation. She has this cute smile with little dimples that just do something to me.
Joan is about 5'5" and can't weigh more than 110 pounds soaking wet. She has dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. 32 "B" cup breast and the cutest little ass you ever drooled over.
Getting back to the fundraiser, our table was located outside the clubhouse towards the rear of the pool area. We were very busy for the first couple of hours but as everyone had walked around once the crowd dwindled. Mick was plastered as usual and Joan was upset with him. I told her to take him home that I would be alright myself for the last hour. She thanked me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek then turned and talked Mick into going home.
About 20 minutes later Joan reappeared. She came over to me and I could tell that she had been crying. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I am now" she said. "He bitched at me the whole way home saying I was a worthless slut for helping you."
"That Asshole. If he had any idea what he has". Joan looked at me and asked what I meant by that. I told her that I thought she was very cute and that if she had not been married that I would be asking her out. This caused a blush to her cheeks. "Really?" she asked. "You bet little lady".
She said that she needed a drink so she asked if I needed anything. "A beer would be good." "I'm on it!" and off she went.
She returned in 10 minutes with a beer for me and she had a large Margarita. She was already more relaxed as we continued our conversation. I found out that she had downed several shots of Tequila before ordering the Margarita.
Near THE END
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