A Memoriam Of Trees
I, Alexandre Savoie, alias Romantyke, claims ownership of this story. All names, characters and events indicia are purely fictional, and if any similar of those is bound to happen, this is coincidential.
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This is the fourth part. Sit a spell, light up if you love smoking, and enjoy. P-S : Comments being emailed to me have been mostly unadequate and degradant. If any reader email me, I would prefer the comments to be about the book, not about sex and hooking. Some emails even have shocked me a great deal. I ask readers wanting sex to refrain from sending email at all. I thank you all in advance for your comprehension.
March 8th 2009 Vallee de la Rouge Quebec, Canada
I was startled awake. Too soon, it seemed. Todd was leaning over me, a cigarette dangling between his lips, and his coat put on.
' It is half past six, Maxime. Wake up, and get dressed. It is time for the train. '
' The train?' I asked, yawning and sitting up.
' Yes. That is what we call the time to go for barntime. Here, your coffee is in this thermos. And I left you a cigarette. You have five minutes to be outside, ready to work.'
Todd left my bedroom. The dogs have left, but not the cats. Both of them were comfortably sleeping in my unmade bed. I took some coffee sips, and lit the cigarette. An ashtray was readied on my desk. The fire was left as nothing but dying embers. Outside, it was still dark.
I dressed up silently. Then went downstairs. The boathouse was already packed with the WOOFERs and some of the handicapped people. Catherine smiled at me when I went in.
' Good morning, Maxime! Your case is that one. There is your work suit all in there, along with gloves, a hat and boots. My husband was up late putting new spikes on your boots' soles. These are in handy against ice accidents. Ah yes! And here is your frontal lamp. Dawn is not coming yet at this hour on March. '
I was about five minutes late when I joined with Todd outside, all ready for my first job.
' Good! A fine farmer, you look, Maxime! Now, follow me.'
It was true. The road to the barns were a bit of a trek. At the last turn, I gasped.
The barns were huge!
Todd led me to the furthest one. He opened the door and lit the lights. I startled. Three or four horses winnied loudly to greet us.
' Here are the horses! Your job this morning is to give hay and grain to them. Look there.'
I followed his gaze. There was a ladder that climbed high and reached a trapdoor leading to the upper floor.
' You have to climb that, open the trapdoor, and get the hay. It is the attic. You will find plenty of hay, though not as much as when we last filled it last August. Go up there, and throw me five blocks of hay. '
It was simple enough. I climbed up, gave the trapdoor a whack with my shoulder, and it opened to the hugest attic I ever saw. It evidently was joined with the other buildings'. Some WOOFERs were working further in that room, throwing down the hay through several trapdoors. Some of them waved and said Hi to me with a smile.
The blocks of hay were attached by cords. Logically, it seemed obvious that to carry the blocks, I had to use the cords. I lifted two at the same time and dropped them down through the trapdoor I climbed up from.
' Three... Four... Five... ' said Todd. ' Come down, Maxime. That is enough for them.'
I slid through the trapdoor and jumped to the floor, making sure the trapdoor was tightly shut.
' Now, take that knife... and cut the ropes. '
The blocks of hay detached, it seemed they held about twelve or thirteen smaller portions each.
' These are hay galettes.' Todd explained. ' Two hay galettes for each horse. Give these to them all. '
' How? Do I just throw these at them over the doors? Why don't you get them out in that paddock I saw? '
' It is very cold this morning. Catherine had told us all to let them in until the next train at ten o'clock. Now, just do as you are told. I have to prepare the grain bowls... '
He lit a cigarette nervously and entered a side room. I gave the hay to each of the horses. They were all splendorous and powerful, both males and females. And very friendly, obviously. Most of them insisted on sniffing at me before having their share.
Todd was back by the time I fed the last horse. His cigarette dangling between his lips, he was holding two plastic bowls of what seemed to look like brown stuff. The smell of the mixture was sweet scented.
' Excellent! Let them eat their fill. Then they will need their grain. It is very nutritious, and they all love it. For them it is like a dessert. Here, take this cigarette, and relax a while. I will go check at the ponies and pour the water for the beasts. Be right back. '
He winked at me and went outside.
Twenty minutes later, we both were walking back home. In the east, dawn was breaking, and the frosty wind was biting from the west.
' Catherine will be glad she found you. ' Todd said. ' You are a good worker. '
I did not reply. The work was very interesting. It seemed very easy and fun. I felt like I was at home.
' Go inside, have a coffee, and relax a bit. Breakfast is only at eight. '
Another thing seemed to twinkle between the both of us. Our stares went ardent with mad desire. He rushed over to me, and kissed me furiously. When we were done, it was obvious both our dicks throbbed for the man in front of us.
' You are a catch, little one. ' said Todd. ' What say I join you tonight at bedtime? '
No need to hesitate. Todd was my type.
' Sure. I can't wait. As long as it is allowed in here... '
' It is. Only at night. And discreetly. '
Todd winked at me. He was charismatic and so sexy. His dark skin was perfect, and his white teeth were contrasting beautifully with it. He threw me his Marlboro pack. Laughing, he said before going back to work :
' Smoke these. Just a little gift. The next one will make you scream for more. Later, lovely. '