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Chapter 12

After supper I introduced Louise to the delights of a shower. It was a hell of a tight fit for both of us in that camping trailer's tiny rendition of a shower, but we made it. After we were at it I found out that it was a hell of a lot more fun than it had any right to be, and once Louise got over being frightened about it raining inside, she got right with the program.

So we ended up naked and wet, fucking on the floor of the bedroom. No matter how spontaneous, there is nothing sexy about a wet bed so I kept us on the floor. Of course we had to get right back into the shower when we had our breath back but that was another little reward in itself.

We actually dried off when we left the shower this time and it reminded me again of my dumb ass passing all the towels in the world without buying a one while I was busily buying an extra Zodiac boat and paddles. Shit, I just couldn't let my mistakes go.

Just after sunset Louise and I snuggled up together under the covers. It was still a little odd that we couldn't talk to each other but I was getting used to it, and hopefully Louise would catch on to English in time, at least a little bit I hoped. I knew that I was way too old and dumb to be learning a new language.

In the morning we had eggs and chili, and polished off the last of the milk. After we did the dishes it was time to get back to the smokehouse.

I made sure to get the first course of logs as level as I could by eyeballing. I had a carpenter's level somewhere but there was no point in trying to use it. Logs don't have any place on them to rest a level and expect any meaningful information.

After the foundation was in place I took a break to construct a sawbuck. It is not smart to try trimming notches near the ends of logs with a chainsaw while the logs are lying on the ground. I managed to get one cobbled up in about an hour and then I was on my way. It turned out to be easier than I'd expected.

Of course Louise had an even better hint about what was going on after I had the four largest logs laid out for the bottom course, but she was stumped again when I started notching out spots near the ends of the next logs. That mystery resolved itself for her when I got one finished and put it in place. She thought I was such a clever paleface after that.

It was tedious work, but not nearly as tedious as it would have been without the chainsaw. We had the walls about halfway up by lunchtime, and after more chili and beans we got right back to it.

We stayed at it until dark, then had more chili and beans for supper before we had a good shower, lots of fun drying off, and a nice gentle fuck. It put me in a good mood for sleeping, and so I did.

After breakfast the next morning we went right back to work. I finished the walls, even though Louise looked at me funny when I ran one long sidewall up about two feet higher than the other. Hell, I had to for the lean to type roof.

The roof was the hard part. No matter how you work it, without boards a roof that doesn't leak is going to be problematic. I wasn't about to try hand-splitting shingles. We went for another timber run and I cut probably forty small three to four inch diameter gums, limbed and topped them and dragged them back to the trailer.

It took four trips but they were in place before sunset, even if they weren't secured yet.

The next morning had us out with nails and bailing wire, tying the roof in place. It wasn't the best way to do it, but it would be the fastest and it would probably last as long as the rest. I didn't have anything else that I thought would work so I gave up one of my dwindling supply of tarps as roofing material.

I knew that the tarp would deteriorate eventually too, but I was only hoping the smokehouse would last for a couple of years. I'd figure out a better way to do it before then.

Louise was as happy as I was when the thing was done, even though I was sure she still didn't know what it was for. She knew it was for something though since we'd spent days working on it and she could tell that it was finished now. She looked at me funny again though when I started a small fire in the center of the floor.

It was only a little after noon when we got done. We had a nice lunch, and I even cooked some cornbread. Then we washed the dishes and took the rest of the afternoon off for an extended fuck break.

Louise was a little confused again when we went to the bedroom after washing the dishes. She got a clue when I started teasing around under her buckskin skirt though and she didn't waste much time getting it off. She beat me to naked and then helped me with my jeans whether I needed help or not.

Since we had plenty of time, after we were horizontal I started kissing around on her face and ears and then worked my way down to her firm fat titties and gave her nipples the business. When I had them plump my lips started down, across her sexy belly and into her tidy bush.

Louise thought she knew what was coming next, because I'd given her a minor licking that first night after our first dance of the dirty bop. She didn't have any idea I'd settle in for licking her from asshole to appetite and back again. Poor girl was too comed out to fuck within forty-five minutes. I lay beside her, stroking and kissing after that and she settled down into a short nap.

Damned if I didn't fall asleep too, and I don't know how long we snoozed. It was still light out when I woke with a hard on again and knew right off that Louise had her mouth down near my dick and was looking for a way to return my previous favor.

She was getting warm too, since she'd just popped my dickhead into her mouth and was swirling her tongue around it. She'd been able to pay better attention to what I'd done to her than I'd thought too.

It wasn't that she was using the same technique, since that wasn't available with the organ she had to work with. She had understood about teasing though and she gave me probably thirty minutes of torment before she caused me to go off, and damned if I didn't think it was an accident at that.

She giggled like a mean little kid when I started producing the white sticky potion and she was ever so daring as she tasted it and then licked up the mess she'd made. All in all it was a delightful way to spend the afternoon.

We took a break for a buttered cornbread supper and then retired for the night with only a little normal fucking to put us to sleep.

The next morning I woke as soon as the first ray of sunlight peeked through the window. Louise roused when I wiggled, and being the fine southern gentleman that I am, I even let her have first crack at the pisser.

I fried a few eggs to go along with our oatmeal and noticed that we were running very low. I had no hopes of running down to 7/11 to pick up another dozen or two.

When we were dressed and outside I intended to do a few finishing touches to the smokehouse and then see if Louise and I couldn't find something to kill and start smoking. That was before I saw her working on her hair with a stick she had smoothed off.

I felt a pang of shame that I hadn't introduced her to a comb and brush, and stopped what I was doing, led her into the trailer and then bathroom, and brushed her hair.

She was amazed at both the comb and the brush and seemed thrilled that I would tend to her hair. It was no real bother, since it wasn't extra long. I enjoyed doing it even while I wondered how she kept it trimmed. I didn't even try to ask.

With the grooming finished I decided that we could do anything else that needed doing to the smoke house after we had meat hanging in it. It didn't take long to make Louise understand I wanted to hunt again but it did take a few extra minutes to assure her we would be keeping what we killed this time.

With my web belt and Glock on, and my Marlin in my hand we took off. The wind was coming from a slightly different direction this morning and Louise started out into it without comment. We stopped to look around after about a hundred and fifty yards from the trailer, and then again about every thirty yards or so.

As luck would have it we slipped up on two rather large javelina. They were pigging out under an oak on its acorns. Excellent.

I know that javelina aren't really hogs, but their meat is different from venison and I wanted some all of a sudden. Besides, they probably only weighed forty or so pounds each and would be easier to carry back.

The Marlin made short work of them and after she'd gutted the pair, Louise was ready to go back. Again, she tried to figure out a way to carry both of them before I made her understand that it wasn't going to happen. I took hold of the largest and we were on our way.

While Louise was skinning and then cutting up, I dug out a roll of fishing line and cut off short pieces to hang the meat. After she was done I let her help and she was very confused when I hung the meat from the poles that were holding the smoke house's makeshift roof up. She didn't complain though and she finally caught on when I built a small hickory fire in the center again.

Of course, since we were just getting started with the process it took a lot of tending to keep the fire going without building it too high, but an hour later there were plenty of coals and we could start laying on larger pieces.

I did discover that I had bypassed one important part of the construction though. I hadn't bothered to fill the cracks between the logs and smoke was exiting everywhere. It was supposed to exit, but not so much.

I found my entrenching tool, dug a wide shallow hole out of the way so we wouldn't be tripping in it, and then began making mud pies. Apparently Louise knew what this was all about, because she left with her knife and began cutting and gathering some of the taller grass to add to the mix. Hell, I'd have never thought of that.

Once we had a good stiff mud concoction with plenty of long grass stems mixed in we started smearing it into the cracks between logs. It wasn't easy and one of us had to work inside while the other worked outside, but after a couple of hours we had about ninety percent of the cracks caulked with our mud mixture. It would be enough for today.

After putting our tools away, or tool, as in the small shovel, Louise and I washed up a little and we had beans and cornbread for lunch. I was looking forward to sundown though, because we'd saved some of our kill to cook outside tonight. Then a big bummer hit me full force when I remembered my butane tank smoker that was no doubt still parked at the trailer lot. Shit.

Spilt Milk. That's what it was, spilt milk. Didn't keep me from thinking about it though and after a while I was mad at whoever or whatever put me here. Wasn't it bad enough to throw this at me with no fucking warning at all? It isn't like they were worried that I'd slip away. They could have given me a hint to begin with.

Then the day back to make a gathering run. Hell, I barely had time to think of what I needed to get and gather it. Why didn't they give me some fucking warning and I could have made a more intelligent selection. And what was so important about letting me have only one day? What was up with that?

It didn't make any sense to me. If they wanted me to live like the Indians, why did they send me back for a day of shopping, especially without giving me some warning so I could make a proper list of things that would really help me out?

I'd collected enough stuff to make life a little easier, but with a heads up I could have done a lot better. Hell, I had plenty of money that would just be hanging around in a bank until someone noticed that I had disappeared and got started on the seven years it took to get me pronounced dead without a dead body to prove it.

That wasn't the last of it either. John was going to be putting forty thousand bucks back into my account sooner or later, and it would be for nothing. I'd rather he kept it than let the bank have it. Shit, the banker's wife had never even given me a hand job.

I did my best to quit thinking about it because it wouldn't do a bit of good. I was here, to stay I guessed, and it didn't help to piss and moan about what could have been.


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