This is the 12th and final chapter in my fictional story that takes place during the great depression. Hope you have enjoyed it and please send any comments to chartoe@aol.com
Surviving the Depression - 12
The week was flying by since this was going to be my last days in the shack. Dad had talked to the foreman and he had agreed to let me stay there until the end of the week. Dad had all ready moved into the apartment at the cafe and his wife had returned to their other home to pack up their belongings. Their children had decided to stay back east and run the store there since it was doing so good. They would be living with their aunt and uncle.
Most of the camp had either left or were leaving by the end of the month. Some of the workers had been hired as full time employees and the working conditions around the state were much better than it had been for years. There were lots fewer people in the fields but still plenty to get the work done.
I had talked a couple of times with Mr. Thompson and he had informed me that the farm back home was paid for and was actually making money. When the next crops came in my grandparents would be allowed to keep all the profits. They didn't know it yet and Mr. Thompson felt it would be a better surprise if I let them know. He also let me know that Mr. Smith was really wanting me to go live with him and that I would be receiving a very good salary as his personal assistant.
Wasn't sure what a personal assistant was but had a pretty good idea that Mr. Smith and I was going to have a lot of sexual fun. I was going to miss Dad but knew that with his wife coming back to live with him that we probably would not be able to be together anymore. Of course I knew that I would go by the cafe as much as possible to see how everything was working out.
Friday finally came and work went on just as always and when we got our pay Dad helped me load up my meager belongings as he took me to the cafe to wait on Mr. Thompson. We sat there eating a piece of pie, waiting as we reflected on everything that had happened to use in the past. We were both a little sad about having to split up but we both knew it was for the better for both of us.
Mr. Thompson came into the cafe and ordered a cup of coffee as he sat down beside me and handed Dad a packet of papers. Dad started opening them up when Mr. Thompson said there was no need to read them. They were the loan papers and all Dad had to do was to come by the bank and received the check or if he wanted to just have it put into his account. He also let Dad know that the loan was for a little more than he had asked for. He said it was for any cost that they had not been smart enough to see coming. He said that he had checked and the taxes were all paid up and as soon as he gave the present owner his money the cafe was Dad's.
Mr. Thompson said we had to be leaving so we could get to Mr. Smith's ranch before it got dark. Dad shook Mr. Thompson's hand and gave me a hug as he told us to be sure and come by the cafe anytime. We threw my luggage and a few other items in the truck and drove off toward Mr. Smith's ranch.
When we got there the man who took our luggage smiled a little more than usual, I guess he knew I would be staying. Mr. Thompson led the way as we entered the ranch looking for Mr. Smith. We found him sitting in his den relaxing with a cool glass of tea and offered us one. He told Mr. Thompson that he had some paper work to get done before he left on Sunday. Mr. Thompson said that was no problem as he poured himself some tea, and then offered me a glass.
"How do you think you are going to like it here?" Mr. Smith asked as he turned and looked at me.
"I love it here all ready." I responded.
"I want you to know that if for any reason or at any time you want to leave here all you have to do is tell me." "I will not get mad at you and if you need any financial help in going somewhere that want be a problem either." He continued. "Also if there is anything you want while you are here let me know and we can see about getting it." "You have the run of the ranch just as if it is yours and you may go anywhere on it you want." Mr. Smith said as he watched my reaction.
I looked at him and said, "I only have one question, as your personal assistant, what am I suppose to do exactly?"
"Well most of your work will be here in the ranch and probably after dark, but there will be times when I will need you to go into town and deliver paperwork to Mr. Thompson and to my lawyer." He said. "There will also be plenty of time for you to visit the people in town that you have made friends with." Mr. Smith said as he motioned for me to come closer to him.
I moved beside Mr. Smith and said there was one thing I wanted to do before everybody got settled into the new living arrangements. Mr. Smith looked at me and Mr. Thompson stopped his drinking as he waited to here what I had to say. I told them that I would like to go back to my grandparents and see them and let them know that the ranch was theirs again.
"I sort of figured you might want to go visit them before long." Mr. Smith said as he looked at Mr. Thompson.
"Tomorrow you leave on the nine o'clock bus for your grandparents." Mr. Smith said. "You will have a whole week to spend with them before you have to make the final decision of you staying there or coming back to me." Mr. Smith said as he hugged me.
I was surprised that the two of them knew I wanted to see my grandparents before I was even sure I wanted to. We all got up and headed to the dinning room where the woman that cooked for Mr. Smith was almost finished placing the usual large meal on the table. We sat down and I ate a little but was not all that hungry at the time. Mr. Thompson has his usual three or four helpings of several of the dishes. Mr. Smith had a plate full then sat back and watch Mr. Thompson eat.
When we had finished Mr. Smith told Mr. Thompson that he had some paperwork that needed to be done before anything else. He then told me to go ahead and walk around the ranch and see what I would be getting myself into if I decided to stay.
As I walked around the ranch I knew that if I left this all behind that I would never be able to acquire such wealth on my own. I also knew that after all that I had been through I could never go back to the farm with my grandparents. I had gone through too much and desired too much to go back now. I needed to see my grandparents to let them know that I was all right and to see for myself that they were doing well. I know that at that time I had made up my mind to stay with Mr. Smith.
When I returned to the main house Mr. Thompson was putting his papers away and Mr. Smith was heading to the bedroom. I knew that tonight was going to be one long enjoyable night of sex. As I entered the main bedroom Mr. Smith told me to go to Mr. Thompson's room first and when he was satisfied to return to him.
I looked at Mr. Smith because this was the first time he had wanted to be excluded from the sex with Mr. Thompson. I headed out of the bedroom but looked back to be sure I had heard Mr. Smith correctly. He was undressed and was sliding underneath the covers as he motioned for me to go on.
When I entered Mr. Thompson's room I was welcomed by his big fat ass as he was bending over to pick up his clothes that he had removed. He heard me enter and turned around to greet me. I entered his waiting arms and for some reason wanted to cry. He started rubbing my head and patting my back. He then helped me undress and climb into bed with him. He hugged me close to his chest as I started slowly licking and then sucking on his hard nipples. He moaned a few times as I felt his hands roam down the small of my back and lovingly squeeze my ass.
I started kissing down his chest and on top of his large stomach. As I licked and sucked on his stomach he was rubbing my back with his fat hands. I had been with Mr. Thompson many times but for some reason we both were getting more out of the foreplay than we usually did. I finally was at the bottom of his stomach and he could no longer reach me with his hands. He picked his knees up and spread them out as I pushed my head down into his groin area. It didn't take me but a few seconds until I had located his cock that was almost hard. I licked around the head of his cock and down the shaft, kind of teasing it before I swallowed it down my throat.
Mr. Thompson moaned as he moved his feet up and down my back and along my ass. He was about to cum when he grabbed my head and pulled me off of him. He rolled over on his side and pulled me back up toward him. He grabbed my legs and opened me up as much as possible and forced my legs back toward my head. He moved in between my legs and slowly pushed his cock into my asshole. He was slowly pushing and pulling his cock inside me. He was breathing hard and I could tell that he was deliberately holding back.
This time with Mr. Thompson was different than the times before. He was making sure that I was enjoying the sex more than usual. He continued to lift himself off of me so that I could catch my breath and enjoy his cock sliding in and out of me. When Mr. Thompson noticed me getting closer to cumming he quicken his pace to bring me over the edge. I spewed cum all over my stomach and chest as well as Mr. Thompson. He lowered his weight back on top of me as he continued to pump his cock.
I relaxed as he picked up the pace as he was getting closer to cumming. With a couple of quick hard thrust he unloaded his cum deep inside me. He grunted two or three times as his body went through the waves of orgasm.
He rolled off of me and whispered in my ear. He said that when I got back from my visit he hoped that we could continue to see each other. He then said I had better clean up and go see Mr. Smith.
When I got to Mr. Smith's room he as asleep and I wasn't sure if I should wake him. I figured that he wouldn't mind and I was feeling a little horny at the time. I crawled in behind him and started running my hands on his ass and around to his cock and balls. He was sound asleep and I knew if I was careful I could get him aroused before I woke him up. He moaned a couple of times as I eased him over on his back and started sucking on his tits. The nipples instantly became erect like two little cocks. I took turns sucking on one and then the other.
Mr. Smith started moaning and moving around a little as I continued to suck on his tits. As I moved my hands down his stomach I noticed Mr. Smith's cock as it stood at attention. I quickly moved my head down to his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth. I was not trying to suck on it hard, but to get his cock wet with my spit. When it was nice and slippery I positioned myself above his cock and slowly lowered my ass toward his cock. I managed to get all of his cock in my asshole without waking him up.
I started a slow up and down motion that allowed Mr. Smith's cock to move slowly in and out of my asshole. I was able to do this several times before it became too much for Mr. Smith and he woke up. As he thrust his cock up at me he had the biggest smile on his face. He rolled me over and with about ten hard thrusts filled my asshole with his cum. He fell over to one side and drifted off to sleep as he slowly caught his breath.
The next morning Mr. Smith got me up and told me to take a quick bath so I could be sure to catch the bus ride to my grandparents. When I returned to the dinning room Mr. Thompson and Mr. Smith were eating and invited me to sit down and have some breakfast. They told me that they had packed enough clothes for me for more than a week and that Mr. Smith had put some money in my wallet incase something unforeseen came up on my trip.
We waved to Mr. Smith as Mr. Thompson and I pulled out of the ranch and headed toward town. We got there in plenty of time and Mr. Thompson gave me the number of his bank in case I needed to get some of my money out. He then told me to be sure and call him to let him know if I was staying or coming back. I looked at him and told him right then that I knew I was coming back. I told him I had gone through too much to go back to the simple life on the farm. He hugged me and then cautiously looked around to see if anyone was around to see us.
I got on the bus and settled in for the long ride home. The first six hours or so I slept until the bus stopped and I was told I had to change buses. I managed to get something to eat while I waited for my next bus. This went on for about a day and a half until I finally reached the little town I had grown up in.
There were no taxis in the little town so I went to the general store hoping to find someone who was heading in the direction of the farm. As I walked in the lady behind the counter kept looking at me and finally asked if she should know me. I grinned at her and told her my name and the names of my grandparents. She smiled and put out her hand and said she remembered me but I had grown a lot since the last time she had seen me. We chatted for a few minutes and she let me know that my grandparents were doing fine but for a while it didn't look as if they were going to keep their farm. She then paused for a few seconds and said if it hadn't been for somebody or someone they would have been in the poor house.
She looked at me and I grinned without saying anything. I was pretty sure she knew that I was the reason they had kept the farm. She then asked if I was waiting for someone to pick me up. I explained that they didn't know I was coming and I was looking for someone to give me a lift to the farm. I let her know that I would pay for the lift. She called into the back of the store and her husband appeared behind the counter. She told him who I was and where I needed to go and that I would pay for the ride. He said he didn't mind taking me out there.
He helped me place my luggage in the back of his truck and we headed off for the farm. On the way he filled me in on who had lost their farms and who had moved off. He said that really only the old people who couldn't afford to leave had managed to stay around, but that some of the younger people had started coming back to the little town.
He wanted to know if I was planning on staying. I told him that I had a very good job out west and was only visiting to see my grandparents. He said he understood and only wished he had been able to leave when I had. I noticed the farmhouse from a distance and was started to get anxious. When he pulled up in the drive I reached in my pocket and handed him a couple of dollars for the ride. He tried to protest about the amount but I told him to keep it that the conversation was worth the price.
When I picked up my luggage I heard the front door to the house shut and looked up at my grandfather standing there. He came to me as fast as he could and wrapped his arms around me. He didn't say anything but then again he didn't have to. He finally said that Grandma would really be surprised as we walked into the front door. Grandpa yelled out that Grandma would never guess who just stopped by for a visit.
She came walking out of the kitchen and just grinned when she saw me. She hugged me and offered me a chair and tried to ask hundreds of questions. She wanted to know where I had been, what I had been doing, was I going to stay, and a few others that she asked so fast I couldn't understand. Grandpa finally stepped between us and told Grandma to go finish lunch and she would get all her answers while we ate.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and catch my breath as Grandpa placed my things in my old room. When I returned to the kitchen we all sat down and I had to start from the day I had left until the present and inform my grandparents about all the things I had done. Of course all the sex was left out. When I had finished I asked Grandpa how the crops were doing, and he said that unless something happened between now and harvest that it would be the best crops he had ever had.
I looked at him and told him that I hoped nothing happened because the crops were his to keep. He looked at me a little funny and then asked what I was talking about. I explained how I had made the deal with the banker Mr. Thompson to buy back the land that they had to sell. I told him that all the money that they had been paying to the company that he was working for had been used to pay off all the taxes and pay for the supplies to run the farm. I then handed him the deed to the farm.
Both of them just set there with their mouths open, as they couldn't believe what they were hearing. Finally Grandma said she thought there was something a little strange with the so-called company that had bought the farm. Grandpa said he didn't know what to say and I told him he didn't have to say anything. I told him that if one day I wanted to come home I wanted a home to come back to.
We finished our lunch and then the two had to take me around the farm and show me some of the improvements even though they were minor ones. The week went along slowly but I was ready to get back to Mr. Smith and Mr. Thompson. I said my goodbyes and made sure that they had my address at where I would be staying. I then told Grandpa to be sure and let me know if they were ever in need of some money for the farm or whatever.
The ride back seemed even longer than the first time. When I got to the bus station I immediately walked over to the diner to see Dad. He was happy to see me and inquired about everything back home. He was pleased that everything was working out so well for me. He then told me to not be a stranger and come by any time I could. I left the dinner and was greeted by Mr. Thompson as he was coming into the dinner.
I eventually made it back to the ranch and the depression for me was over.
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