Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 03:53:16 EDT
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: Surviving the Depression  Final chapter

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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