It was the end of the month and Olivia needed to go into town for supplies. Having made her purchases, walking back towards her truck, near the bus depot she was approached by a young girl, cup in hand, begging for a little money to get a meal. The girl could be no more than 17, tall and willowy with long brown hair streaked with blond which clearly hadn’t been washed in some time. Her lovely green eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and despite being smudged with dirt and grime, her naturally pretty face shone through. For some inexplicable reason Olivia saw a younger version of herself in the girl and decided she was going to help. After some conversation and a hot meal at the diner, Olivia felt her initial instincts had been correct. She would make a difference in this young woman’s life and at the same time get relief form the unbearable isolation that was beginning to wear her down. Olivia was eager with anticipation as the two of them hopped into the pick up truck and drove back to the farm.

That was 4 years ago and Lilly, the frightened young girl had become a self assured young woman of 21. It turned out Lilly was also the victim of abuse since the age of 11. After her father was killed in the Vietnam war, her uncle moved into the house to take care of Lilly and her mother. He was a much older man, close to fifty. Lilly didn’t understand initially the danger he presented when he used to rub his front against her backside when they played pretend wrestle on the floor. Or the particular attention he paid to drying her off between her thighs when helping her out of the bath. Only when she reached her teens, did she realize the sickness in the physical abuse she had to endure. The probing fingers, and the fondling of her budding breasts caused her to stand motionless; paralyzed with fear. Her uncle warned her that if she ever said anything she and her mother would be out on the street, homeless and begging. That thought was too horrendous for Lilly, worse than the abuse, so she continued to put up with her uncle’s ever escalating sickness. Lying in bed, gripped with anticipatory fear if this was a night her uncle would come to her bedroom, Lilly would often wet herself. When he did come, she would be paralyzed with fear, lie there motionless and let him have his way with her. She’d hear him mutter, “fuckin’ you is like fuckin’ a corpse!” At seventeen, unable to stand the abuse and too afraid to fight back or defend herself, Lilly fled. Two weeks later, starved, broke, frightened and a thousand miles from home she ended up meeting Olivia and her life changed. It was inevitable that over time the two woman would form a deep personal bond and that their friendship would blossom into love and with love, physical intimacy. Each found sexual fulfillment in the arms of the other.

It was the approaching winter that forced Olivia’s hand. She had refused to hire a man all these years wanting as little contact with the male species as was possible but some chores were becoming so arduous and difficult for either her or Lilly’s that when the young man knocked on her door that October day she felt she had no choice.

“Howdy Ma’am. Name’s Reno and I’m wonderin’ if y’all need some hired help.”

Olivia eyed him carefully. He was tall, at least six foot, well built with broad shoulders. His features were nothing special, light complexioned with a few pimples present amongst the blond stubble around his chin. The rest of his face was smooth. He had curly, dirty blond hair that was in need of a trim. There was some blond stubble above his upper lip and below his sideburns. but otherwise his face was smooth His smile seemed forced and the misaligned teeth made him look goofy.

“How old are you boy,” Olivia questioned.

“Nineteen, Ma’am.”

“Where you from.?”

“Abeline.”

“Got family around here?”

“No, Ma’am. Family’s all dead.”

Olivia tried to quickly access the situation in her mind. Not terrible well spoken but seems polite and respectful. God knows I could use some help chopping wood for the approaching winter plus myriad other odd chores that require a man’s strength. Almost against her better judgment, Olivia decided she would take a chance.

“Alright, I can use someone for a couple of months, “ Olivia said. You can sleep in that barn over there. It has a kerosene heater a table chair and a bed. I can’t pay much, maybe $5 a day but you can have three squares with that.

“That’s fine, Ma’am”

Olivia pointed to a large iron bell on the porch of the cabin. A heavy rope hung from it’s clangor.

“This farm’s pretty large but this bell can be heard from every corner. When you hear it you stop what you’re doing and come see what I need.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Reno replied.

She watched him walk off towards the barn with his satchel in hand. Well, maybe it’s time I stopped being so suspicious of men, she said to herself. Anyway, he’s little more than a boy, probably never even been with a woman, she thought. She turned to go back to the house and tell Lilly about the new hire. She couldn’t have been more mistaken.

Things largely went smoothly over the next couple of weeks though Olivia couldn’t help but notice that when they had occasion to work together Reno’s eyes would try to sneak a look down her blouse whenever she bent over. She was disgusted, but didn’t view it as a threat, only a teen’s raging hormones. She made a mental note to wear high necked tops if she knew she would be working with him. She also planned to talk to Lilly and see if she had any negative experiences.

Later that night over dinner the two women had a chance to talk.

“He’s always trying to catch a look at my tits when I bend over,” Olivia said.

“I don’t have that problem,” Lilly said with a laugh. “My tits are too small. You can’t see shit when I bend over.”

“What do you think of him,” Olivia asked.

“He’s a little weird, always trying to strike up, a conversation and just looks at me funny,” Lilly answered

“You’re so young and beautiful, Lilly, he’d have to be blind not to stare,” Olivia said as she reached across the table and stroked Lilly’s face.

“Well you know how he wears work overalls during the day,” Lilly continued “they’re big and baggy, right, well I’ve seen him when he dresses to go into town on Saturday night, you know looking for women or whatever. He’s got on these tight jeans and I don’t think he’s wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his dick through the pants and it’s fuckin’ huge!

“Maybe he’s got a small cock and to cover up he stuck a sausage down there,” Olivia said with a half chuckle.

“Then it’s a fuckin’ 9 inch sausage! He really disgusts me, Liv,” Lilly said grimacing. “He gives me the creeps.”

“It’s no different than a woman trying to catch a man’s eye by showing a lot of cleavage. If he’s got something that good he wants to advertise it, that’s all. He’s an exhibitionist; a teenager whose fuckin’ hormones are raging saying ‘look what I got, ladies.’ I’m sure he’s harmless”.

“Maybe,” Lilly conceded. “I hope so, but I’d still like to see him gone.”

“He’s definitely a help though. Got almost a full winter’s worth of wood almost cut. Just another month or so and we’ll be all set for the winter. Then we’ll get rid of him,” Olivia said.

“Good,” Lilly answered. “It won’t be soon enough for me.”

End Part 3. Part 4 (of 6) to be posted tomorrow.

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