It was a blazing sunny afternoon, and the fresh country air had cleared Harlan's head. He was on his way back to the farm, and he felt like singing, but instead he listened to Tyler and Seth discuss their doings last night with Candy Lee. So it was true after all – what Seth had claimed happened last night.
"Oh, and didn't she cuss us out when she peeled off in her big Lincoln?" Seth said, slapping Tyler's knee.
"Swore like a trooper," Tyler said. "Called us every damn name under the sun."
"And we just stood there and laughed, Pa," Seth said. "You shoulda seen us."
Harlan smiled, shifting the pickup into second gear as they neared the crest of a steep hill. "Piss on her, eh? Well, I guess you young 'uns could afford to chuckle at her mean-mouthing and name-calling after you'd pissed on her."
He shifted the truck back into third, and they coasted down the backside of the hill.
"Pissed on her and down her throat," Seth said.
"Down her throat?" Harlan said. "You boys is shitting me now."
Harlan listened to both boys swear they'd pissed down her throat. The more he listened to the two boys, the more he questioned whether he should believe any of their story. At the same time, they sounded mighty convincing, and Harlan did want to believe their story. It was the best story he'd heard in years, and it kind of made up for the story Cal had told him this morning about Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith. Seth and Tyler had done justice to that bitch city woman, Candy Lee. And that was good. Too bad, though, that they couldn't have got hold of Jenny Kane and Lynn Smith instead. Those were the two meanest city bitches Harlan had ever heard of, and after listening to their foul mouths last night he was churning inside with anger toward them.
"How's Delbert doing back there?" Harlan asked to get his mind off Jenny and Lynn.
Seth and Tyler, sitting side by side – Seth in the middle, and Tyler next to the passenger door of the pickup – swung their heads to look through the rear window.
"Laying on that pile of gunny sacks and sleeping like an old hound dog," Seth said. "His hair's blowing in the wind like a horse's tail, but he's sleeping like he ain't never gonna wake up."
Harlan chuckled. He'd had to carry Delbert from Ruby's bed – where Ruby had been herself sleeping like Rip Van Winkle – and he'd thrown the snoring boy on the pile of gunny sacks in the open rear box of the pickup. He'd safety-pinned a sack around the boy's naked loins, making him look like a naked baby in a gunny sack diaper. Delbert would likely wake up cussing with itchy balls, but the boy had grown too big for Harlan to attempt to dress him while the boy was knocked out.
"He'll likely sleep for a week," Harlan said. "The fool boy fucked himself near to death."
Seth and Tyler laughed. Seth slumped in his seat and plopped his large bare feet up on the dash board, and Tyler did the same. Within a few minutes, both boys closed their eyes and began snoring.
Lazy young 'uns, Harlan thought. Don't want to do nothing but fuck and sleep.
The pickup was moving through open country now. Shoulder-high midsummer corn waved like grasses on the hills to the right and left. That summery scent of sun and sweet clover rode on the wind through the open windows. Harlan felt drowsy. His cock was bone hard, and he rubbed his prick as he drove. Somewhere along the way he was going to have to stop and jerk himself off. His cock felt like his prick was about to split down the middle. Ruby Adams, Candy Lee, Jenny Kane, Lynn Smith – he couldn't get any of those bitches out of his mind. He'd never raped a female before, but if any of those bitches were to appear to him now, he'd stop the truck and fuck their bitch city asses right there in the middle of the road.
Seth and Tyler snored in unison. Their four big feet lay plastered against the windshield, and their chins slumped onto their bare chests. Tyler's jeans were as worn out and faded as Seth's, and Harlan could see the boy's hard prick throbbing in his pants. Tyler's prick wasn't enormous – no more than eight inches, Harlan guessed – but it was still a respectable size, big enough to choke Candy Lee near to death. Lucky Goddamn pricks, Harlan thought, imagining the two boys fucking Candy Lee.
"Shit!" Harlan said. "Goddamnit!" He had half a mind to turn the truck right around and to speed back to the city and find himself a city bitch to fuck with his aching ten inches.
That wouldn't work, though. The hogs needed feeding. And two days worth of chores had piled up. They had to get back to the farm. All that work to do.
He was glad now that he'd agreed to bring Tyler along. The boy was going to stay for a few weeks, and he'd promised to help with the chores. A good strong boy, same size as Seth – that was Tyler. And Harlan could sure use the extra help.
Shit, Harlan thought, maybe Tyler would be enough of a help that Harlan himself could rest a few days, maybe sneaking back to the city to enjoy a fuck vacation like Delbert had enjoyed yesterday. He needed a rest, needed some good tight fucking – surely he did. In five years now, ever since his wife had died, Harlan had done hardly any fucking. No slippery-cunted wife around to slide his prick inside, and the young 'uns abandoning the farm one at a time, with only Seth and Delbert left – shit, it wasn't fair. He was working harder and harder and fucking less and less. It wasn't right. Shit, he deserved a restful week in the city, fucking every bitch he could lay his hands on.
"Damn right!" Harlan said out loud. "Goddamn right!" He grabbed his cock and squeezed, feeling the hot sensations shoot through the core. He felt his eyes roll.
Up ahead, amidst the heat waves rising from the blacktop a half mile off, Harlan thought he saw figures dancing. So horny I'm hallucinating, he thought. Next thing you know I'll see scarecrow dancing out of the cornfields and parading down the road like a marching band. He shook Seth.
"Wake up, boy. What's that you see up ahead?"
Seth sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What, Pa?"
"Up ahead, near the top of that hill. Accident or something?" As the truck drew closer, Harlan could see tiny figures standing in the middle of the road, jumping up and down and waving their arms. A blob of bright yellow was perched next to the figures, reflecting the intense sunlight.
"Car trouble, maybe," Seth said.
Next to him, Tyler sat up and leaned forward to take a look.
They were a quarter-mile away now.
"Hey," Tyler said, "I know that car. Only one car like it I ever seen. Can't be more than one. Yellow Corvette. Belongs to a rich cunt called Jenny Kane."
Harlan braked the truck, and the boys braced their hands on the dash board to save their heads from the windshield. "Jenny Kane, you say?"
Harlan could make out the jumping figures now. They were two females for sure – shaped like hourglasses.
"That's right," Tyler said. "You know her? Hangs around with another bitch called Lynn. Big-shots around town. Ain't worth stopping to help. Once they get what they want they'll spit in your eye."
"We'll see about that," Harlan said. "They know you, Tyler? They know you on sight or by name?"
"Fuck no," Tyler said. "They won't look twice at anybody who ain't rich. Now if I was to drive a Rolls Royce, and if I was to get my hair cut once a week at the beauty shop and put on fancy clothes, why then they might notice I'm alive."
"Don't worry, boy," Harlan said. "Just play along with whatever I say, and maybe we can get those bitches riding your dong."
"No way," Tyler said.
"Just play along, boy. Hear? And you too, Seth."
Harlan pulled the pickup onto the shoulder of the road behind the yellow Corvette. Jenny and Lynn, looking like a set of Playboy centerfold twins in their bare feet, their slick tennis shorts, and their matching yellow bikini tops, came running up to the side of the truck, their waist-length hair trailing behind them in the breeze.
"Oh, thank God!" the blond one said, smiling coquettishly with polished teeth. "Can you help us? Our car broke down."
"Yes," the brunette said with the same smile. "Our car broke down twenty minutes ago, and you're the first people to come along."
"We'll see what we can do," Harlan said.
"Meanwhile, you two fine ladies climb in here and rest yourselves. Dang, your pretty feet are likely blistered from the asphalt. Mighty hot day. Seth and Tyler, get out so the ladies can rest themselves."
"Yes, Sir," the boys said in unison.
Harlan and the two boys checked out the Corvette while the two girls sat inside the pickup cab, nudging each other and giggling. Giggle your damn tits off, Harlan thought. It's the last giggling you'll be doing for a spell.
"Looks like they're out of gas," Seth said.
"OK," Harlan said. "You two young 'uns ride in back with Delbert. When we get them bitches to the farm, we're all gonna have more fun with 'em than the two of you had with Candy Lee."
The boys got wide-eyed for a moment, then both grinned.
"You're out of gas, ladies," Harlan said, sliding in beside the two girls. "Our farm's up the road a spell. Come along for some ice-cold lemonade, and then we'll bring you back here with a couple cans of gas, enough to get you wherever you was going."
"Carver Lake," the blond said. "We and a lot of other kids are having a big party there tonight and tomorrow."
"We'll get you going in plenty of time," Harlan said. "By the way, we ain't been introduced."
"Jenny," the blond said, "and my friend is Lynn."
"Pleased to meet you both," Harlan said. "I'm Harlan, and those are my worthless young 'uns in the back."
The girls laughed, and Harlan grinned.
Go on and laugh your fool heads off, Harlan thought as he started the truck. You won't be laughing long. As he pulled out onto the road, his cock was jumping like a fish out of water.