“What the hell happened here?” Proctor exclaimed as they drew up after the two day drive south.

Dashing inside the hotel, he was rather relieved to see Cheryl and the kids.

“We had a spot of bother. Where’s French?”

Proctor shook his head as Mandy entered.

“Mandy has kindly offered to let us stay at her Canadian farm. I think we should accept it. We have to take care of ourselves now.”

Cheryl nodded.

“How about the squad car?”

“Leave it behind of course,” Proctor replied.

It took three days to get back, and when the kids saw the farm, their eyes brightened.

“I keep some cows, sheep and of course pigs,” Mandy explained.

“She is also a damn good nurse,” the doctor added.

As they entered the lounge, Mandy said helpfully, “I’ll show you the bed arrangements.”

She took them to the second floor.

“The kids can sleep here. Cheryl will have the next room, whilst I and Proctor share the end.”

“Fine by me,” Cheryl said.

After an impromptu meal, Cheryl took everyone out to the farmstead. Entering the cowshed, she pointed.

“The stalls may look cruel but it makes feeding much easier. As you see here, there are three milk and three meat cattle. Let me show you the pigsty.”

Across the yard the pigs played happily within the fenced off box.

“I rear these for meat mainly. Now the sheep are over here.”

Within another large barn, the sheep sat and fed upon the fresh hay.

“I do this again for convenience you understand. As for the rota, the kids can help feed the animals whilst myself and Proctor attend to running repairs."

“What repairs?” the doctor asked.

“I want to open up the field but the tractor does not go you see. Could you look it over?”

“I’ll try. Though fuel might be a problem.”

Mandy shook her head.

“I have forty gallons in situ. We can always pilfer new supplies.”

“You seem to have worked everything out,” Cheryl said.

“Alone like myself? You have to.”

As the kids helped Cheryl with the animal feed, Proctor had a go at the tractor.

“Have you a steel brush?”

When she found one, he thanked her.

“The spark plugs need a brush up,” he explained slowly removing them.

After the clinker was removed, he put them back carefully.

“Now try it.”

Mandy turned the key and yelped as the engine fired.

“You damn well did it.”

“I’ll eh clean up. Do you intend to open the field today?”

She gazed at the fading light.

“It’ll wait till sun up I think. We have all done well today.”

As the sun set, they sat within the lounge and Mandy produced yet another French red.

“I keep a well stocked cellar.”

When the tired kids were put to bed, the adults discussed things.

“What do you think will happen now?” Cheryl asked the doctor.

“A gradual slide backwards I should think. The days of television
and computers are truly over.”

“You really think that?” Mandy asked.

“My new virus could have saved our species but those damn fools saw to that. The CDC is in a bind, and central government has apparently ceased. I can see no other future.”

“What of our chances?” Cheryl asked.

The doctor looked grim.

“At the station, I found that the firepox virus is as lethal as ever. None of us has protection you see. As long as we remain isolated of course, we should be quite safe.”

“No more field trips then,” Mandy commented.

“Unless we have to,” Proctor muttered.

Cheryl yawned rather loudly.

“I’m off to bed then.”
...
An hour had passed and Proctor was fast asleep. A sudden thought passed through the mind of Mandy.

“I forgot about that.”

She crept to the wardrobe and selected a light blue baby doll nightdress. Creeping to Cheryl’s room, she knocked gently.

“Sorry to disturb but I brought this.”

Cheryl had been sitting upon the bed thinking.

“This was my father’s room you see.”

“Thanks for bringing it.”

As the officer undressed, the host sat upon the bed chatting.

“Do you really think it will be as bleak as Proctor thinks?”

Cheryl nodded.

“He’s a realist...Oh my...”

“What’s up?”

“This doesn’t really cover me.”

Mandy laughed softly and stood.

“Turn around and do a twirl.”

As she did so, Mandy tapped her buttocks playfully.

“You look better out of uniform.”

“You think so?”

Mandy smiled.

“I’ll get you proper farm clothes in the morning. After all, the cop
days are gone.”

Cheryl thought for a moment.

“Is the M3 still in the boot?”

“Of course it is.”

“I want it out tomorrow then. We need weapons like that.”

Mandy sat upon the bed again and the officer joined her.

“How much ammo have you got?”

“Only one clip I’m afraid.”

“We have a gun shop in Montreal that may help there. It’s only two
miles away.”

“I’ll come with you then,” Cheryl suggested.

“Would be glad of the company.”

Cheryl tried adjusting the short gown.

“Damn thing exposes bits that I don’t want to be on view.”

Mandy laughed and cuddled her warmly.

“They are meant to be on view my girl.”

Their breasts crushed together as Cheryl detected a strong scent.

“What’s that you are wearing?”

Mandy released her.

“It’s musk, want to smell?”

Before the officer could decline, the young woman pulled her bed
gown off and lifted a naked breast.

“I think it is lovely.”

Cheryl sniffed at the exposed gland as Mandy simply beamed.

“It is certainly distinctive.”

Mandy lifted the front of Cheryl’s dress and sniffed at her stomach.

“I love that natural odour don’t you?”

Cheryl was rather confused.

“What is actually happening here?”

Mandy became serious as she gazed into the officer’s eyes.

“Something that we both need I think.”

She gently pushed Cheryl to the bed and rolled over. Separating the
thighs, she pushed her head in between.

Cheryl closed her eyes as an expert tongue worked upon her. Strong but warm fingers moulded the naked breasts gently, as the mouth worked slowly.

“Oh no...”

“Oh yes...” Mandy hissed.

Cheryl suddenly felt herself go as Mandy held the bucking hips down.
When it was finished, the minx slid up and took one of the officer’s hands.

Cheryl allowed it to glide between the thighs, and to that secret place. Mandy held it there as the cop stroked slowly.

“Oh my word...” the minx hissed.

Cheryl increased the pace until Mandy took the hand firmly and pressed it a little lower.

“I need it inside...”

As the fingers penetrated, the young woman groaned loudly before
collapsing onto her.
...
The day after the Montreal trip Cheryl and the kids had gone to muck out the cowshed when they saw one of the three cattle sitting upon collapsed rear haunches.

“Go get Mandy,” the officer urged.

When she and Proctor returned, she recognised the symptoms at once.

“The feed must be contaminated.”

“What’s wrong with it?” Leslie asked.

“BSE love. Go take the kids indoors and bring your gun out Cheryl.”

When she returned, the farmer put the animal out of its misery.

“I better unlock the rear and bring the tractor over. I’ll need a hand from you two.”

Fitting the scoop was a bit complicated, but within twenty minutes the tractor appeared.

“Stand behind her and shove,” Mandy urged.

As the scoop slid under the body, her friends and lovers pushed hard. The scoop lifted, and the corpse was deposited upon the lower field.

“What happens now?” Proctor asked.

A sudden roar answered that question as thick black smoke rose skyward. Mandy was just returning when she saw the gent walking into the drive.

“Damn it!”

She pointed the handgun menacingly and shouted, “Stop right there mister!”

“I just need your help that’s all.”

Keeping their distance Proctor asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

“One of my party has a high fever. I reckon he has appendicitis.”

“Sorry can’t help,” Mandy said sharply.

“We dare not risk it,” the doctor explained.

The gent’s eyes fell.

“You mean that you won’t.”

“If you like,” the nurse replied. “We have kids here you see. We must protect them now.”

The visitor nodded and left quietly, as the party breathed a sigh of relief.

“We still have mucking out to do,” Mandy reminded them.

When the kids returned, they helped with this as Mandy took the tractor to open up the promised field. Attaching the plough, she was soon cutting the surface open. As the skies darkened however, she stopped.

“Looks like rain coming,” she muttered.

As she reached her party, the heavens truly opened up. They were all
laughing as they raced indoors.

“No more work for today,” Mundy said happily.

“Call this the pleasures of farming?” Proctor muttered.

“This place has kept me going. We should be all right.

All thoughts of the strange visitor had gone now, as the storm raged on. A mile distant, the gent sat inside the camper smiling.

“Only three adults there. We can take them tonight.”..Continues Friday.

firday!?,,,,, :) thats a long time to keep us waiting...im really enjoying this series, :) :)

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