The Rural Life

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By suemartin

 

Part 1…

 

It was a dream come true. I had finally convinced Barry, after 10 years of marriage, to sell up and buy a few acres. Some place where we could feel one with nature and have some animals around us. Not big ones like horses but goats and pigs and chickens. It would be a place to wake up mornings and here the calls of birds all around us.

The land wasn’t that great it was mostly covered in she oaks, except for the flood plain of the creek. that ran out of the national park and across out land. It was a spring fed stream actually just a trickle except for periods of heavy rain. However, our 40 acres of solitude was isolated and effectively thousands of acres all to ourself. Complete solitude with not another neighbour for miles in all directions.

The house was a typical country-style home with verandas all round It had an iron roof to catch the rain water, nothing special but it would do and I loved the sound of rain on an Iron roof. Solar panels for electricity and a generator for emergence backup. The downside was that there was no air-conditioner on those hot summer days, but winter around a log fire had its compensations.

Each evening kangaroos came down to feed on the grass along the creek, perhaps a mob of twenty or thirty. Currawongs and Kookaburras in the trees all around. In the distance the occasional dingo made their distinctive barking yap. This was my idea of heaven. Well it would have been if Barry didn’t have to make so many trips away, some for weeks on end. That was the downside of working for a big international corporation as an Engineering consultant. It was his first trip away after we had set up in the new home that things began to happen.

“You’ll be ok love,” He said as he kissed me and rolled away the lone tear-drop on my cheek with his thumb as I tried to stifle a sob. I hadn’t meant to get emotional, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t. This wasn’t the first time in our married life that he gone overseas or interstate but it was the first time since we had arrived here. Now on my own, I felt the utter isolation of total loneliness, with just the sounds of nature to keep me company. I still felt his warm kiss on my cheek and wondered what had happened to our marriage. Were we becoming so comfortable with each other that a kiss on the cheek substituted for one of those long forgotten bear like hugs and smothering kisses I used to get when he was leaving? I waved and sobbed as he drove down the long dirt drive in the company car with two of his colleges for company.

I looked at my watch before I realised I hadn’t even put it on. I was still in my night-dress and gown, I blushed crimson when I realised that Barry’s friends would have seen me dressed like this. Then I shrugged and thought what the hell if they did at least I had time to run a brush through my hair so I didn’t have that slept in look. I looked about and wondered should I feed the animals first or have breakfast before I did the chores. I hadn’t had time to have anything after we had gotten out of bed late but I wasn’t really hungry and Barry had said he would grab something on the way to the airport. I decided to feed the animals then and do the rest of the chores after I had eaten.

The Kangaroos were listlessly grazing on the lush grass by the creek when I emerged from the feed shed. I always supplemented the kangaroos diet with some of the pellets recommended by the Zoo. Mainly it was to keep them around but I hadn’t told the zoo people that I had said that it would be for the occasional lame or hurt animal that sought refuge at the farm. Even for the previous owners they had visited the creek flat regularly and I didn’t want them to stop.

First I fed the chickens then the goats and pigs. The goats were Anglo Nubian and we planned on milking them, well I planned on milking them. There were ten does and a rather handsome Buck. He was tall and arrogant as he bustled around the does checking each one. He was just so gorgeous that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was a shame about his goatee musk smell emanating from the yellow urine stained forelegs which he constantly peed on. This morning he was taking a casual but not intense interest in one of the does. For sure she would be getting luck some time later today and I made a mental note to be here when it happened. Like the goats we had a boar and four gilts. The goal for self-sufficiency required having a breeding program and my voyeuristic side enjoyed the spectacle of mating animals. I had heard so much about pigs and how they mated I wanted to see it for myself.

With a half bucket of pellets I wondered down to the Kangaroo flat, as I now called it, to hand out the morning supplement. There were perhaps twenty roos here today. The number varied from day-to-day but there were always at least this number. Mostly the mob were females with a rather large grey male watching over them. Today a little further back from the others were two other kangaroos. From their size my guess was that they were also male and from the look of things the alpha male was going to have to watch his does carefully.

*****

I had fed the kangaroos for a few weeks now, ever since we moved in, and although a little wary at first they had quickly accepted me into their mob. Well I liked to think so anyway, at least they were not wary of my presence. The females and the older of the joeys would even accept food from my hand. However,They were more accepting of me if I got down to their level and I found that by kneeling with my left leg and my right knee bent in front of me, like a rifleman ready to shoot, I was at the kangaroos grazing hight.

The morning sun had risen sufficiently to begin to warm up the air and the creek looked as if it had a foggy haze over it where the cold water and warm air mixed. One of the most forward of the young joeys had come right up to me and was taking food from my hand. Several of the females had come close as well. They were far from domesticated there state forest home had become a haven and they never felt threatened from humans at least. Dingos were perhaps another story altogether. I was having so much fun feeding and talking to these wild animals that I wasn’t aware of what was happening around me.

The two interlopers had moved closer to the mob and were eyeing off one of the females close to the creek and my first inclination of trouble in the mob was when the big male flashed across my vision intent on ejecting the two randy young bucks. I looked up quickly and the kangaroos around me backed off suddenly. One of the younger males was soon being confronted by the stirred up dominant male. The big male reared on his hind legs, his tail flexed powerfully to be used as a third leg a kind of fulcrum. His penis was extended with testosterone induced excitement. Both males faced off hardly moving but the tension was palpable Occasionally they spared pushing there legs forward at the opponent while balancing on their tail. There was intent but little else in the actions of the two protagonists. While they faced off the other young buck saw his opportunity to make a play for the female and cut her out of the mob. The alert dominant swung his attention away from the intimidated rival toward the new challenger and for a while the game of distraction and confrontation continued until the dominant male saw the interlopers off by the sheer dominance of his more imposing physical form. Not completely chastened the young males went back a little further into the scrub to regroup before they again challenged. The dominant male went to the young female band attempted to engage her but she obviously wasn’t ready and moved off. The Alpha male followed and when he drew close a second time she again moved away not happy with his attentions, I thought.

I was fascinated by the by-play and challenges to the superiority of the leading male. It was kind of alien to human society, or was it I wondered. There were many cases of one male challenging another males right to be with a female, pub fights came to mind, different perhaps but essentially the same in the context of selecting a breeding female. I shook my head, what was I doing I wondered. It wasn’t like me to be so philosophical about life. I took things as they came and thought little of them, usually.

I don’t know how long I knelt there contemplating life, it must have been a while because when I day dreaming the kangaroos had moved back along the creek toward the state forest boundary and the two interlopers were nowhere to be seen. That was until I felt something touch my leg. I momentarily stiffened and immediately thought, ‘snake’ but I knew it wasn’t it was something soft and sharp not a stinging stab. I turned my head slowly and to my surprise the two young male grey Kangaroos were both behind me. When I say young males, I mean young in comparison to the old man alpha male who ran the mob. These were fully grown but showed their immaturity in there upper body bulk otherwise they were as big as the Alpha male.

“So you want some food do you?” I spoke to the closest Kangaroo, the one that touched me, and offered him some pellets.

He sniffed at and rejected the pellets offered and just stood there. I threw them onto the ground thinking that perhaps he would prefer to forage for his food, even the processed kind. I pivoted around and with another hand full of pellets I offered the second male the tasty morsels. He had moved closer and onto my left side and seemed to be more interested in me than the food.

Suddenly I jumped as something wet touched my bum and the muffled sound of a sniff was plain to here. I slapped at the sniffing muzzle that had eased under my house coat and nighty to sniff my butt.

“Stop that, don’t be rude you nasty Kangaroo,” I chastised but to little avail. He again returned to what he was doing only this time his intrusive nose was awful close to my vagina. “Get out of there, that’s not for you,” I giggled as I again slapped the offending muzzle.

The kangaroo lifted his head and dropped it onto my shoulder with consummate ease. His forepaws clasped around y chest and he seemed to glide as his big three-toed feet slid into place either side of me.

“Oh …no … you … don’t, …, let me go you nasty boy,” I still didn’t realise what the Kangaroo was doing as I struggled to break free from his clutching forepaws.

The other young roo had got even closer as his mate clung to my upper body with surprising force. The other Kangaroo seemed to be rather turned on, excited, by what his confederate was doing. Just what that was, I wasn’t sure as I wrestled to break free. The clutching Kangaroo wouldn’t be shaken. His entire body pressed against my back and every sinew and muscle strained to keep me.

The Kangaroo on my left was very aroused his tapered penis was fully extended and several times it got even harder as it stiffened and bounce against his belly. He wasn’t thick like a human but long and thin. The tip was at a different angle to the body of the penis and it seemed to me, as I looked at him fascinated by the sexual display, that it was designed to enter the female kangaroos cervical channel.

“Whoooooh,” I almost yelled and I redoubled my efforts to escape the clutching Kangaroo.

It was now clear that the other Kangaroo was not the only one showing signs of sexual excitement. The clutching kangaroo was trying to mount me and from the feel of the tickling tip close to my vaginal opening he was close to succeeding.

“Bugger,” I mumbled at no one, or nothing in particular. This was impossible “Go away, shoo, get,” I implored in vain.

The Kangaroos left paw was across my chest and as I tried to straighten up his right paw came around my neck and he physically pulled me back toward him. His grip was firm and there was little or no chance of me braking free of his grip. Calling for help was going to be futile and I’m not sure help was what I wanted. The kangaroos penis slipped from one thigh to the other and it made me shudder, not from revulsion but that pleasant feeling that makes all your muscles tighten in your tummy when a guy first touches you down there.

“Let me go, naughty boy, stop that.” I again implored feeble knowing that my requests were not understood nor would they be complied to.

The thin probe prodded at my pubic mound and the kangaroos grip tightened as his friend came around in front of me looking and sniffing his head low to the ground as he surveyed his friends attempt to find my hole.

“Urhhhh,” I reacted in surprise as the tapered probe slid along my vulva, oh so close. His penis touch was so light and smooth that it tickled the tender skin as it slipped past and I giggled. “This is no giggling matter, June,” I grumbled at myself but it was, it really was, it felt nice, sexy actually with this big mammal trying to hump me ad his friend now sniffing at my crotch it was exciting.

I shut my eyes and bit my bottom lip and stopped resisting. With my eyes shut my visual senses blocked my tactile senses immediately heightened and I felt every muscle in the kangaroos body as he rolled and adjusted, probed and sought and combined with the wet nose of his voyeuristic friend I began to feel dizzy.

“God I was about to have sex with a Kangaroo,” I felt my body swaying and I had to open my eyes to regain my equilibrium.

The Roo mounting me was making little clucking sounds and I wasn’t sure if they were a warning to his friend to back off or what kangaroos did when they were bating a doe. The front paws kept moving, clutching, pulling me first one way then the other. The powerful hind quarters of the animal were pressed tight against my back and I felt his rippling muscles tighten as his searching penis tip seemed to nestle into my vaginal folds.

I drew breath sharply as I felt the tip of the searching probe slide inside me, It was thin and felt like some wriggling creäture had invade my unprotected vagina. Then the penis seemed to tighten, like a contracting muscle and the wriggling hips of the mounting Kangaroo pushed his penis deep inside me.

It was like some out-of-body experience. It wasn’t me that this was happening to, it was some other person. Hear in this paddock with nothing but a retreating mob of Kangaroos and the haunting cry of bush birds I was being mated by a randy kangaroo and possibly his friend for after. It was interspecies sex that I had never thought about or contemplated. I hadn’t heard of anything like this,ever. Inside me I felt the roos penis moving around as if searching for something or some place. The animals penis tip that was being mobile, I was sure of that, but deep in my vagina the sense of feeling was not like the vaginal opening except of course for my intruding cervix.

I grunted as the Roos hips slammed forward then made a strangled gurgling sound as the penis tip seemed to lodge some place inside me. “No please,” I whimpered. It was a stinging hurt, not unbearable but uncomfortable. In fact the Kangaroos penis wasn’t that thick at all but it was long and it was tapered so that it was able to find small openings with minimal effort. I wondered what a doe roo was built like inside, not like me I’m sure.

Again the powerful hips thrust hard and the roos clutching forepaws held me against falling forward. Inside the penis seemed to push a little deeper and the stinging became an uncomfortable burning. Oddly enough, in spite of the burning feeling it felt nice. The roo was trembling between thrusts that were spaced and calculated. Not like Barry at all he just got on top and went for it. Our sex life was crap I thought. What a strange thought to have at this time.

I felt like shrugging but the clutching paws prevented that sort of movement. It was all about Barry when we had sex and all I got was the pleasure of cleaning up afterwards. Not to say that the Kangaroo was at all different he was a male and it always seemed to me that they had good sex no matter what. It was indeed all about them and their pleasures and Kangaroos would be no different.

It did feel different for me though. The clutching closeness and the rippling muscles accompanied by the physical brutal thrusts. I again closed my eyes and immersed myself in the moment. For maybe two, perhaps three minutes the kangaroo humped and probed then stopped with a shudder. His entire body trembled with little rippling waves. Then a spreading warmth made it quite clear to me that the animal had cum. For several minutes more he just held me close as his trembling subsided before he relaxed his grip and slowly backed away.

*****

The second kangaroo watched his friend cagey, making clicking sounds as excited kangaroos do. The departing buck, satiated for now, moved off slowly. He didn’t look back. The other grey moved slowly behind me. There was nothing hurried about either animals actions. My instinct had been to move away but I didn’t pay head to common-sense right then. My curiosity and sexual needs had been aroused. Perhaps more than aroused.

Knowing only too well that the departing kangaroo may return if the other interfered with me, I watched both animals as closely for the first sign of aggression. I was well aware that the kangaroo who had mated me may resent another male having me. There was no why that I wanted to be in the middle of a kangaroo skirmish with the two male Kangaroos fighting each other over which one owned my pussy. However, if things stayed as they were I wasn’t going to resist the second kangaroo either.

The truth was that I felt rather excited at the prospect of having a second male mount me. My life with Barry and before him had been exclusively monogamous. I had never ever wanted to explore alternatives in my bed. I know that this situation was hardly a bed, but it was sex with someone else even if that someone was a kangaroo. If the first one was typical of how it felt to be taken by a kangaroo then I didn’t mind one bit exploring my future options.

I was surprised at how I felt. I should have felt some guilt, but I didn’t. It was a situation of no consequences. These were wild animals and I suspected, no I was sure, that I couldn’t be made pregnant by a kangaroo, no consequence. There was no misses Kangaroo to wreak revenge on me for steeling her man, no consequence. However, the most important thing was that there was no one to spill the beans to my husband.

I had never lied to Barry, not really lied, about important things that mattered in our life and I wouldn’t lie about what had just happened. I suspected that unless I talked in my sleep that I wouldn’t have to. This was guilt free sex and I was about to let another kangaroo take sloppy seconds. I looked around and placed myself in to a bizarre picture. A girl, woman actually, kneeling in front of a randy kangaroo on the grassy verge of a creek with her former kangaroo lover caring less as he ignored them. I shuddered with excitement.

The grey kangaroo stroked me with is short front pours gentle tactile ministrations that any lover might make it felt good, more than good actually. I grew runny again with expectation. It was a behaviour I had saw before when the male had sought to see if the female was compliant. I hadn’t thought much about it then thinking it was a ritual and what possible pleasures could a dumb animal get from being stroked on the head and body. Now I knew different.

I was breathing shallowly with expectation and the big grey kangaroo soon sensed that I was not going to move or resist his advances. Both he and his friend were sexually motivated when they had approached the grazing mob and they were frustrated by the old man Alpha male. There pent-up frustrations seemed to be just that when they had approached me. I had witnessed their rejection, it was part of the cycle of life for potential breeding kangaroos or any other pack animals.

I don’t know why they thought that they could mate with me a human female but they must have been able to tell that I was a female. I had given no encouragement to them. Indeed I hadn’t seen them approach me. But there was something about my presence that had said I was female and I was ready for sex. Only the Kangaroos knew what that something was. I had thought they had just wanted food but I was so wrong. I took a quick glance at the first kangaroo, but he had moved of some twenty metres and was laying in the shade of a willow tree near the stream, there would be no interference from him.

The kangaroo behind me was awkwardly lifting my house coat and nightie to see what I had to offer underneath. I giggled and made a nervous smile. His head had wriggled its way under the folds of material and up to my moist pubic folds. He sniffed and snaffled and his wet nose pressed into my inner thigh as he assured himself that was the place he was interested in. I giggled again at the fumbled ministrations of my awkward lover. I was giggling a lot lately I thought then giggled again. I reached down and rubbed the kangaroos nose and he seemed to like it .

“You like that fella,” It was a nervous enquiry I felt compelled to make.

He clearly did and so did I as I felt his nose against my now engorging flesh. Satisfied his head retreated and He clawed at my waist as he positioned his large hind legs either side of my hips. His paws clasped and unclasped as he moved them along my chest until he had a firm clutching hold on my upper body.

It must have been my wetness and anticipation, or maybe he had seen what his friend had done to make things easy for him, but there was much less exploring by his firm tapered penis before it found then slid into my wet and more than accommodating portal. Like his friend his powerful hips pressed and agitated until he had found that special place inside me where he was able to bury his pointed tip.

I yelped with the sudden probing intrusion into a place that wasn’t meant for intro-mission. His hips bucked and I yelped again then again until many powerful thrusts of hips, hips so strong that they propelled him in huge bounds when in flight, had seated his tapered penis deep within me. Only then did he stop his thrusts and trembled as he seeded me with his kangaroo sperm.

*****

I waited in the same kneeling position for a minute or more before the Big grey Kangaroo basked out of me. I turned to look at his expressionless animal face as he continued to make his low clicking sounds. It was Kangaroo talk, I knew that for observation, some clicks were warnings to others, some were expressions of anger and I guessed there were clicks of pleasure and gratitude. I hope that these current clicking noises were of the latter.

As the animal backed off a few metres I was able to look more closely at his long thin penis. It was a dark pink. Now a purplish pink that glistened moist. While the main body of the shaft was ridged, quite thick near the sheath from where it tapered and curved upward, the end third seemed to be less rigid and it seemingly drooped down at a different angle to the now receding hardness. Moments before that implement had been inside me, intrusively so, spraying its sperm into the deepest recesses of my belly. Now, its work finished, it was receding into the males protective sheath.

I looked across toward the willow tree and saw that the first Kangaroo was laying in the shade on the soft grass and appeared to have lost interest in proceedings entirely. The second kangaroo was heading toward him, and neither animal was paying me the slightest attention. Satisfied that I was no longer a point of their interest I placed both of my hands on my flexed knee and pushed up. My legs felt wobbly and I was unable to move until the pain of pins and needles in my right leg reseeded as my circulation returned to normal. By this time both male Kangaroos were heading off in the same direction as the mob had taken some time before.

My right leg still felt detached and awkward as I moved in exaggerated steps back to the house. It wasn’t until I was inside that I realised that my heard was beating rapidly, it was and had been for some time I guessed. My throat was dry and I felt all sweaty and uncomfortable as I made for the sink. Filling a glass with water was a difficult job as my hands trembled violently as the reality of what I had done, had done to me, sank in. I drank the water in one long continuous gulp and returning the glass to the draining board I stood at the sink with both arms supporting me as I attempted to control my racing heart and trembling hands and knees.

“What have I done?” I mumbled as I stared out of the Kitchen window toward the goat pen.

I had to let them out onto pasture but for the moment I needed to take control of myself. Maybe I stood there for a half an hour or was it a minute. I didn’t know. All the time I stared with a fixed vacant stare at the farm-yard and buildings beyond, seeing nothing, thinking nothing.

My heart rate had slowed markedly and my hand was no longer shaking by the time that my senses returned to some semblance of normality. For a moment I considered having a shower before I went out to release the goats from their night pen but I decided that it made more scene to get the chores done outside before tackling the house.

The big white buck was still harassing the smaller doe when I arrived. He was a big boy we had chosen him from several bucks because of his machismo. He just looked the part of a stud. He was big and robust with muscle for and hind quarters that just reeked of vigour. Speaking of reeking he smelled something terrible. That is if you’re not a lady goat. The back of his front legs were a yellowish brown the fur matted with the continuous sprays of urine that created the musky smell of a buck in breeding season.

The buck seemed to be nibbling at the does shoulder but as I watched I realised that he wasn’t nibbling at all. His top lip was rolled back and his tongue hung out dementedly. He was sniffing, perhaps tasting the scent of the young doe. He seamed twitchy as he switched between jerky head movements a sublime look as he raised his head and rolled his eyes, while all the time watching the doe closely as he crowded her. Alternately his head switched from the does head and neck to her flank as she constantly made efforts to ignore his obvious amorous advances.

The doe bleated as she dodged the buck but there was no denying she was at least making encouraging signs with her tail held high and flagging. I watched fascinated for a time then slipped the catch on the gate. All of the goats in the yard passed through except for the doe who was in season and she would have except for that the buck had her trapped now between the water trough, that had high bars on one end to prevent the young kids from falling in where the automatic tap valve was situated and braking something, and the high fence. Unable to retreat or move sideways the doe stood as she was inspected intimately by the buck.

Satisfied with his conquest he rolled his top lip back even further and with his tongue flicking the breeze he smelled victory. His front leg kicked out at the doe who remained unintentionally and fortuitously trapped . With a loud bleat of victory the buck lifted above the does hind quarters and dropped onto her back, his nobly penis was thin and straight apart from the bulbous end that was soon probing into the maiden doe. She made a bleating cry of protest and made a last effort to wriggle free of her tormentor but he was not going to be denied as he lunged forward.

The entire penis disappearing into the doe, as humped his hips several times in rapid succession and bleated in victory as he slid backward and moved away from the trapped and deflowered doe. It was quick and sudden and somewhat violent in execution, It was the way goats did it. The doe backed away from the constraining fence and water trough bars, Her swollen vagina discharging a gob of the bucks semen as she wriggled free of her trap and trotted off to join the flock, seemingly unconcerned. It was so quick so brutally beastly that I wondered what may be the pleasures in being done by a goat.

I watched as the doe newly served returned, to the flock. Two of the elder does came up to her looking curios and concerned. There were a few low bleats between all three females and my imagination pictured them as asking in a confidential womanly way, how was he? or perhaps how are you? did you enjoy him? whatever it was it was that passed between the elder and younger does was definitely a display of matronly care toward a young doe new to the ways of breeding. It looked sweet and caring with an almost human in its empathy.

I turned my attention toward the buck who was leisurely strutting out of the night pen having achieved what he had set out to do and feeling proud of himself for doing it. His attitude seemed to be one typical of maleness across most species. His job was finished he had his fun, now it was up to the little doe to carry the load and responsibility of pregnancy and nurturing from now on.

At that moment I didn’t know if I hated or envied men, males in general, but my contemplative guess said it was neither of those extremes but it was probably more like resentment at there conceited attitude to sex. Barry was the same a quickie followed by a satisfied grunt, no kiss, no ‘I love you sweetheart’ just a grunt and he rolled over and went to sleep. It was me who slept in the wet patch all night. I sighed and returned to the house. I could really do with a coffee now.

A half hour later I was dressed and sitting at the kitchen table nibbling at my toast and marmalade and sipping at my coffee. I wasn’t really hungry at all but I needed to eat, well that’s what Barry was always telling me. I had absent-mindedly reached for the note pad that I would normally write a progressive shopping list on and had turned the pad to a blank page and was doodling, or so I thought.

“Hello, any one home hello?” With that warning the front door opened and Viv came into the big open plan room that was kitchen dining and lounge rooms rolled into one.

I jumped up and went to meet her halfway. “Good god, where did you come from?” I greeted her with a hug.

“Thought I would come down and see how a city girl goes rural. It was a bit of a trip but worth it” she was looking about as she said it. “Nice house, but you won’t make a living off of the land.”

Her observation was typical of a girl raised in the country. A farm was a dirt factory to them nothing more nothing less. “Don’t intend to, it’s just something I wanted to do all my life, well maybe not that long but at least since I came to your place for visit in school hols, you remember how I just loved the animals, and the smell of Lucerne and the cattle. All I have wanted ever since is the same solitude and now look what happens people just drop in when they want. I hugged her again and we both laughed. “have you eaten?”

“Yes sure, but I could murder a coffee.” We both sat at the bench and I produced another mug and filled it with coffee. “What’s this?” Viv pushed the pad I had doodled on toward me. “Is it what I think it is?” her accompanied laugh had a tinkle of mischievousness in it.

“No, I was just doodling,” I was immediately defensive then realised that a denial was almost certainly as good as an admission. “Anyway, what do you think it is?” my face felt hot and I realised that I was blushing. She took the pad back and made a few changes to my sketch and pushed it back while watching me intently.

“I think it’s one of those,” she raised her eyebrows then giggled. “You have gone all country haven’t you?”

“No!” I almost snapped, then realising what I had done softened my voice and continued, “What ever do you mean?”

She kept looking at me in a curious way. Then she pushed the coffee away. “Look, sweetheart, I’m not being judgemental here at all. God knows, I could hardly be that.”

“Viv, for heaven’s sake stop talking in riddles and say what you mean?” I didn’t want her to, not really but I was sure she knew what I had done or at least intended to do. Then I paused to collect my thoughts. Good god… she knew what the sketch was supposed to be. She knew at a glance.

“Ok, I’ll say it, but you know that I know what you are trying to do. I say trying because you are still at a sketching stage, right? You haven’t done anything yet have you?” She paused but I said nothing. We looked at each other intently neither blinked. “June, sweety, I have done what you want to do for years, and I have never shared that with anyone before. So it’s as hard for me to say anything as it is for you to admit that you want to have sex with animals. Okay, I said it, and I’m right aren’t I?”

“Yes but…”

“But what?”

“I have you see, that’s just it. This morning I did it.” I did a princess Diana demure look from under my fringe. The sudden sharing, well admitting it, made me feel better. “Viv, I didn’t mean too, not even plan to.”

“Don’t apologise to me sweetie, you have nothing to apologise for, well maybe to that drip of a husband, but he doesn’t need to know does he. Beside that he’s so up himself, he wouldn’t even know if he saw it for himself.”

“Viv, don’t say that, he’s not that bad, not really.”

“Well maybe not, but I would need convincing on that point. Where is he by the way, at work?”

“Yes he’s at work, well he’s working. He’s interstate for a while, left this morning.”

“Oh my god, and soon as he left you were at it, sweet little June, you are deep aren’t you?” She laughed, and I joined in. “Tell me, was it with a dog?”

“Oh god no, I hate dogs. Don’t even have one.”

“Well with what, my mind boggles.” She lent closer to me wanting to hear everything.

“You’ll think I’m awful and gross won’t you?”

“Noooo! Sweety, I’m intrigued, so if not a dog with what?” I looked at her not sure if she was entirely serious or not.

“A kangaroo, well two kangaroos actually.”

For a while Viv just say in stunned silence and gave her head a little shake. “A kangaroo? You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding at all, and it was two not one.”

“I heard you. My god, a kangaroo do tell me.”

“Not a lot to tell really.” I said sincerely because I couldn’t see that there was a lot to tell without being too crude.

“My best friend has sex with two kangaroos, and she says there is not a lot to tell,” she shut her eyes and shook her head again as if she was trying to get a mental picture of me with two kangaroos. “Lady,” she said when she opened her eyes, “I do not know, nor have I heard of another soul who has been screwed by one, far less than two kangaroos, and you say there’s not a lot to tell.” She smiled slowly it was a smile that had its birth as a slight upturn of the corners of the mouth and grew into a full set of teeth smile.

“Ok, I’ll tell, but first are you staying for a while?”

“Are you going to do it with the kangaroo again.”

“Maybe tomorrow, I don’t know.”

“I have to see this, I’m staying for a few days if that’s okay.”

“I would like that,” I said almost excitedly and we hugged again before I began to tell her what had happened this morning.

 

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