I’m not going to write about what I want to write about. Not yet at least. Priorities.
Long exhale. I can’t believe how much went down today. It’s astonishing how much we can accomplish when we work together, and nothing bad happens. We had a lot of extra hands here to help too.
Blake was here all day, Lindsey was here with the girls, and instead of going out and clearing houses or trying to find fencing, we all stayed put, and got shit done here. At about noon we got the radio from Mike that he was incoming, and shortly after he, Chris, Mallory, and Hector rolled in with the water truck and a humvee.
What did we get done? (in no particular order, btw) We got the water pump at the Jones Road farm fixed so there is fresh water for the girls, as well as for the garden. While there, we planted a substantial garden up there. Ollie dug out his “farming genius” skills, and we got cucumbers, green beans, squash, beets, and a handful of hot pepper variants. Apparently these are easy to grow, and require very little work. The other thing that he is trying to be mindful of, is what his dad is planting. We need to rotate crops annually to ensure our fields don’t go fallow, and we also don’t want to be growing the same shit Lenny is. No sense trading potatoes back and forth.
We procured a better truck for Lindsey and the girls out of one of the yards on Route 18 near the gas station. It’s a small Chevy that will work well for them for some time. Of course it shit the bed on the way back up Auburn Lake Road, but Blake got it running again after he douched the fuel lines and did whatever it is he does to make it all work. Btw, Blake is also the one who fixed the water pump at the farm. He’s a useful one when he’s not loopy. We also fortified the Manning farm windows and doors to ensure that if they were attacked by the undead, they could hold out long enough for us to arrive and assist.
We got about 60 feet of fence up along the edge of the water near admissions. We started the fence right where we’ll be building a gate, according to Ollie. Ollie’s plan is to encircle campus with the fence so we can let the cows roam and eat grass as needed. We just need cows now.
Once team Westfield arrived we put them to work on the above mentioned projects, filled their water tank, made some profitable trades for both groups (really nothing special other than bread for us, which will be fucking awesome. we have so much peanut butter and jelly kicking around here), and we sat down and had our meeting. Because there were so many of us, we actually sat on the Hall A porch so we could get some fresh air. Half of us were on the benches on the porch, some on the railings, and a few of us just plopped down in the grass. It was a nice day today.
Things went… downhill sharply there.
I did most of the talking for the presentation or conversation, whatever the hell you want to call it. I seem to have inherited the role of spokesperson, which I guess I brought on myself. I put all the information out about The Farm. I omitted everything about the dream I had. I didn’t feel that needed to be a part of the discussion.
Blake interrupted me at least six times to put his two cents in where he felt I was leaving some crucial fact out. The first couple times I was appreciative of his assistance, but after a bit I started to get irritated, and finally told him to calm the fuck down until I was done. He made an ugly face at me, but he shut up long enough for me to get the whole story out. Once I was done, he filled in a few blanks, and the questions came in.
I didn’t have the answers to everything. In fact, I didn’t have the answers to much of anything. All the questions Mike and them had were the questions we still had. Military guys that we are (were) we obsess over logistics. Avenues of attack, numbers of opposition, armament, infiltration routes, escape plans, what ifs, etc.
It got ugly when the morality issue was brought up. Mike was the one to open the can of worms, and within minutes, I knew he was regretting ever opening his mouth.
“So let me get this straight, there’s a farm growing food, making babies, and keeping people safe out there somewhere, and you all want to go over, and rock the boat to make sure everything is kosher?”
We all agreed with him. I mean basically that was the deal.
“You realize they’re already doing what we’re aiming to do, right? I mean, it sounds like jealousy if you look at it under a microscope.” Mike shrugged. He was kind of pointing out the obvious.
That didn’t really… please the women. The rape card came out, courtesy of Patty.
“Mike, those women look terrified. They can’t go anywhere without a gun toting guard watching their every move, and do the math. They all got knocked up after this started? What sane person would’ve started to have that many children months ago, in this world? You’d have to rape me for that to happen. Mike, there are SIX OF THESE WOMEN. Six. In the middle of nowhere. That’s not a coincidence, that’s something very wrong.” Patty was just below a yell there in the middle. She restrained herself a little bit when she saw Abby’s face.
Mike replied to her, “Patricia I know what you’re saying. I’m just want to go on record and say we need to be careful that we know as much as we can before we do anything with a gun. The last thing we need to do is roll in there like a bunch of fucking cowboys, and get one or more of those girls shot over nothing. If we’re gonna risk our asses, and their asses, and put people down in the process, we need to make damn well sure we’re doing it for the right reasons.” At that point you could see that Mike was sorry he opened his mouth.
Blake chimed in, “look, all of you have been great to me, and I can’t say thank you enough, but one or the other, I am getting in there to get my Kimberly, and my baby out of there. I have a say in the life of my unborn child, and I don’t care what you think about that. I don’t want to drag you all into this, and I’m sorry I did already, but time’s short. My baby is about to be born. I need to do something with or without you.”
Hector next, “Blake man, you’ll get shot up. They know you man. Second they see you come round, if they’re like the way you say they are, they’ll light your fucking ass up hermano.”
Blake’s response was a shrug. In his mind, he had no choice. As dumb as it is to say this, I can totally see where he’s coming from.
It was awkwardly silent for a few minutes. All we could hear was the river running behind campus, and the birds chirping. No one knew quite what to say next.
Mallory spoke, “look. I don’t think anyone here can honestly say that after looking at those pictures, and listening to Adrian, and Blake that whatever is going on at that Farm is normal, or acceptable, right?”
Everyone agreed. We were all on the same page in that regard.
She continued, “and Mike isn’t an idiot, and neither is Blake, and neither is Adrian, and neither is Patty. We’re all adults, and we weren’t born yesterday. So that means we don’t want to hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it, and we don’t want to risk dying unless it’s really fucking important.”
Again, everyone agreed with her.
“Blake, all Mike is saying is that we need to watch that place some more, and maybe try and find some information somehow that absolutely proves that bullshit is happening. Am I right Mike?” She looked to the burly sergeant and he nodded, and gave a “yeah” back to her.
“I think we can spare a few days for that. If that baby, yours or not, is born in the meantime, then that just means we’re rescuing six women and a baby, which isn’t much different, right Blake?” She looked at Blake long and hard. Blake looked down at the porch floor from his spot on the railing and wound up nodding at her.
“Then we spend a few days checking the joint out, see what we can see, and then make a better plan with more information. Shit for all we know, they’re scared shitless and waiting for us to come help them.” Mallory grinned, clearly trying to alleviate the tension.
For a hairdresser, that bitch can talk.
“I’ll organize a meeting back home to see what support we can dredge up for this, should it get violent. We’re going to want Lisa here, especially if there are that many pregnant women. We’ll come back on the 9th with word. With any luck it’ll end like Mallory says.” Mike tipped his can of beer up and took a swig. I tipped mine up too in celebration of that idea.
Abby hit the nail on the head then. “And what if it doesn’t end like that? I for one will not allow those women to be used like cattle at that farm. I’d rather get killed trying to rescue them than let that shit go on.”
I nodded, and said the last thing. “Abby, Blake, you guys know me, some better than others, and you know damn well that I’ll be putting boot to door if that’s the case. The world needs babies, but not like that.”
Dinner was served shortly after. Ollie has been a sniper with his .22 all day outside, and managed to take down two raccoons right around dusk the past couple days. Have you ever had raccoon Mr. Journal? It’s surprisingly good. It requires brining, and must cook slowly for a long time, but Ollie and Melissa worked ahead to make it happen.
I can’t quite describe the taste, other than it doesn’t taste like chicken so fuck you Matrix. We had both of them, and combined with some of the fresh herbs and tomatoes we’ve got in the pots, and a few cans of vegetables mixed in for color, it was a feast for the ages. We were all stuffed to the gills, and everyone managed to forget about the bullshit.
The kids were frolicking carefree in the grass in the middle of campus, and the couples had paired off to watch, or talk, or chat. Patty and Mike were talking with Lindsey on the porch, watching the kids all the while, and Blake and Hector disappeared off to the wayside to give the vehicles a once over. Gearheads, right? Ha.
I felt a little like a bump on a log. Everyone seemed to have their special someone, and I didn’t. Now of course Mallory was there, and as you’ve already been informed Mr. Journal, I am pretty sure she and I have a little thing developing. She was picking up some of the dishes from dinner, and I went over to help her. Strictly because I am a nice guy, of course.
“Intense shit huh?” I asked her as I walked up.
“Yeah, you seem to find it. You’re like a bullshit magnet.” She grinned at me.
“Woman, you have no idea. If I had a dollar for every time I got into trouble, I’d... well, I guess I’d have a huge pile of useless dollar bills.”
She nodded and laughed. “I know the feeling. How’s the hangover? My cure work?” She asked me.
I laughed, “that and a lot of water, and some Advil. I was up and about in a few hours. Still useless, but you know, what’s new?”
Her turn to laugh. “Itchy?” She mischievously hiked up her eyebrows and stared at my crotch.
I gave her a dirty look and grinned. “Yeah about that. Close trim. Where did you find the time to do that with all these people here?”
“I’m very sneaky. Plus folks were having a good time. Not quite as good a time as you had, but you probably don’t remember much now eh?” She put some dishes into the tub we were using to carry the mess back to the Hall in.
“How good a time did I have? I mean, you’re not walking funny or anything, so I can’t imagine I had that great a time.” I winked at her.
“Oh. Yeah. Funny guy. You forget I’ve seen your junk? Unless that thing gets a shitload larger when you’re excited, keep fucking dreaming mister.” She grinned and gave me that mischievous look again.
I dropped my next line dead serious. “How sneaky are you? I could show you exactly how big it can get.”
She looked up at me with wide, sober eyes, and analytically panned around to see where everyone was. “Let’s go for a walk.”
I grabbed my M4 off the porch, she grabbed the tub of dishes and we walked off towards Hall E to drop it off. We went inside the Hall, tossed the tub on the counter in the kitchen, and I motioned for her to follow me. I walked down to the other side of the Hall, went out the side double doors onto the deck that I tore the stairs off of down near the river, and I leapt over the edge. I helped her down, and it that was all it took.
When she landed in my arms we were face to face, and I just pressed her against the wooden beam holding up the deck. She wrapped her legs around my midsection, and we got hot and heavy.
I am quite out of practice. Judging by her abilities and overall performance, she was too. The kissing lasted for a few minutes, and by the time I sat her down my dick was ripping my khaki pants right down the middle. I am pleased to announce that I had a very substantial erection, and judging by how she dropped to her knees it front of it, she was pretty fucking pleased about it too.
I had to pull her off me after just a bit of head. Not gonna lie, I was far, far too close to chucking a nut in her face, and I would’ve felt like a giant bag of douche if I’d blown my wad like that. I pulled her to her feet, and undressed her lower half as we kept kissing. God it was hot.
From there we did what all good intentioned adults do when they’re horny. We found interesting ways to insert tab A into slot B. We didn’t have much to work with for creature comforts, but it always amazes me how much fucking you can get done while standing up. You just gotta make sure your pants around your ankles don’t trip you up. I am fairly certain at one point we cracked the deck’s 4x4 using her back as a battering ram. Shit, the ground where our feet were was torn up from me slamming myself inside her, and her scrambling to get purchase on the ground to push against me.
Filthy motherfucker aren’t I? I’m writing my own porn here. Without doubt I will read this at a later date and beat off to it. I’m sporting wood just writing it.
So as I have mentioned, I am not the brightest person, and apparently Mallory is an apple from the same orchard. We did not use any kind of protection. Now, between the two of us, it was fucking amazing. The skin on skin sensation… Oh man, nothing can beat it. However… really hoping that me pulling out and shooting it over her ass cheeks was enough to prevent us having yet another baby issue here.
I feel like such a fucking hypocrite. Me making sure that Abby and Gavin use protection, and laying into them to make sure they don’t do exactly what I did earlier today. All my moral high ground just shit the bed. How can I possibly give them shit now? You know what though?
I got my dick wet.
It was glorious. The soft moans, the sway of her breasts inside her unbuttoned shirt, the taste of her mouth, the scent of her… Ahhh.. God I missed that. Cassie, sorry baby, but that was long overdue, and it’s not like you’re here and available.
And now you know what I wanted to write about all along.
When we returned, everyone gave us the stink eye, or at least it felt like it. Of course guilty minds think guilty, and there’s a fairly good chance no one thought anything of the fact that the two of us more or less disappeared for 40 minutes, and came back sweaty and disheveled. Christ I had to wipe her down with one of my shirts from inside the Hall before we went back to tidy her up. Looked like she she’d stood in front of an exploding yogurt grenade.
A few quick things to note before I am off.
I am returning to The Farm tomorrow right off the bat for another day of observation. Hopefully, we see something damning so when Mike and company return to us the day after, we have something important to share.
I made Mallory walk funny.
And just as they were leaving, after everyone said their goodbyes, Mike came over to me, and instead of his usual serious handshake, he high fived me, and whispered, “about time dumbass.”
I feel a little sore due to overuse of the ribs, but I am walking on the clouds.
Oh, and officially: Operation Snatch is a success.