Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 08:44:45 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cronos. Part Twelve.

        This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

        Part Twelve

  At breakfast next morning they began to discuss about transferring to the
ranch. This brought up the problem of the Overlander.

     `We just can't abandon it. The camp stuff we can, but it would look
suspicious if we left without the car,' Brendan said.

     `Sell it in La Copelina,' Audrey said.

     `Hah! Who's got enough money there to buy it. No, we'd have to take it
to Bahia Blanca and even there we wouldn't get a good price for it,'
Brendan said.

     `Well ship it home by air freight or whatever. We can then travel home
in the sphere with whatever we can carry.'

     `We wouldn't have our exit stamped in our passports if we did that,'
he replied.

     `Who cares! We can go wherever we want. We don't need visas or entry
stamps.'

     `Audrey. It could cause us problems later and things could get out of
hand. No, we've got to work out a way of getting our passports stamped to
show as us leaving the country.' This gave them some thought to mull over
as she saw to transferring what she wanted from the camp to the ship.

     `How about this,' Brendan said as they were having a coffee break. `We
get our jet to come down to Bahia Blanca to pick us up. Now it's an airport
on the lowest rung of the ladder as far as airports go. We land our ship
inside the airport perimeter and get ourselves inside the terminal and
present our passports to leave, get them stamped and then make our way to
the ship. Here we phone the plane and tell him that we've changed our
mind. He can then fly off and we'll be free to leave in the sphere.'

     `Oh great, yes. We just park up and stroll in without anyone seeing
us,' Audrey laughed.

     `With our helmets on?'

     `Oh, yes, I see what you mean. Yes,' she said becoming more enthused
now. `We can suss out a way into the terminal and then we can get back out
the same way! Yes, it would work. What a clever husband I've got,' she
said, leaning over the table to plant a kiss on his nose.

     For the sake of having nothing better to do, they took the trip to
Bahia Blanca's airport and found where it would land within the perimeter
and, with their helmets on with the visors up, roamed about to see the way
the ground staff worked and more importantly, how to get into and out of
the main terminal.

     It was agreed that he would drive the car and Audrey would find him
when he stopped for the day on the route to Bahia Blanca. He would drive
for twelve hours and then stop, a distance of roughly two hundred
miles. The terrain was difficult and would take all of these hours.

     So next morning, they held each other tight as they kissed goodbye and
he quickly got into the car and drove off. Audrey couldn't help but cry
after the dust disappeared and sat down on the bed that she had come to
love and be loved on to sob at this first parting. But the tears dried up
when she became practical and told herself that it was only for ten hours
and so dragged the bed out from the mess tent to spend the day sun
bathing. In a way she wanted to be riding with him but knew that she would
see him later and so lay back and enjoyed the sunshine.

    The sun was on the wane when she roused herself and made a pot roast
that was ready when the sun went down and with care, she held it as it was
still hot when she put her helmet on and went to the ship and once inside,
was able to put it down to shift the ship to the expected grid they thought
he would be at.

     They had calculated it well for she saw a fire about a quarter of a
mile away. She'd already carried the pot of food out before lifting her
visor, and so she walked towards the fire he had lit to guide her.  She
took her helmet off well before she reached where he had stopped so as not
to startle him.

     `A sight for sore eyes,' he said standing up at hearing her approach
and seeing her come into the light given off by the fire. She went into his
arms for a kiss, being careful of the pot she was still holding. `As much
as I love you,' he said letting her go, `that smells delicious and I'm
ravenous.' She laughed and he quickly got two plates and forks out of the
car and they sat and had dinner. She let him eat most of it for she could
always get something next morning whereas he would be driving again.

     The pup tent was up and so she crawled into with him after he had
eaten and found it rather cramped for two. Arms and elbows kept getting in
the way as they tried to take what little clothes they were wearing and she
had to laugh and stop them both trying to undress at the same time.

     She took her shirt off first and revealed her breasts for she'd given
up wearing a bra in the heat. Brendan began to stroke them and got his hand
slapped by her as she smiled, undoing the buttons of his shirt and helping
him off with it. She felt silly sitting down in that small tent as she had
to wriggle her bum about to get her shorts off as there wasn't enough room
to stand.

     With the confined space, it was a problem to try and get them over her
boots and so Brendan had to help her here. There was a fine sheen of sweat
between her breasts and Brendan ran his fingertips across them and then
sucked on his fingers. She smiled and tried to get his shorts off but
couldn't and so took his boots off instead as he contorted himself to get
them off himself. Twisting round and getting up onto his knees to pull down
his shorts and as he moved forward, his bare bum was too much of a
temptation to Audrey. She reached out and poked her finger between the
cheeks of his bare arse and made him jump forward and fall on his face with
a cry.

     Audrey laughed and saw his red face as he turned round to see her
breasts bobbing up and down as she laughed and he couldn't help but laugh
with her as he finally pulled them free from his ankles.

     Naked as she was, he moved towards her and pressed her down onto her
back and covered her with his body and felt her legs open for him. She was
hot, wet and ready for him and sucked him in until their stomachs came
together and began to move her hips and made him gurgle.

     `Riding in me is much better than riding in the car, isn't it my
sweet?' she asked with a smile and shining eyes, her body moving in time to
his.

     `A ride that should go on forever,' he said, grunting for his cock was
near to bursting and he began to move faster until with a big shudder, he
came in short sharp stabs as Audrey held him tight.

     She had her orgasm the second time round.

                                                            *

        There was still some of the roast left in the pot for him to eat
cold in the morning as a breakfast and it wasn't long before they were
saying goodbye again.

     He reached Bahia Blanca on the afternoon of the third day after very
hard driving and that night, they slept in an hotel together. They were at
the airport early the next morning where he first put in a call for the
family jet to come and pick them up and was told that it would arrive at
about six that evening which suited them admirably. The next job was to
arrange for the car to be shipped to Dallas on the first available freight
plane, which would not be for several days which he said would be no
problem. He paid for this with his credit card and then they got a taxi
back to town.

     `So far so good,' he said as they had a big lunch having missed
breakfast. `Now we just have to wait till the plane lands before we make
our move,' Brendan said. They rehearsed what they were going to do when the
time came and discussed and thought through all the mishaps that might
occur. When they ran out of ideas, they went to a cinema and sat through
Star Wars but because it had been dubbed into Spanish, Audrey couldn't
follow one word of it and so fell asleep.

     Brendan woke her up when it had ended and they went outside into the
early evening. `Bit farfetched,' she said with a yawn when they were
walking back to where the ship was parked. Brendan chuckled but didn't say
anything as they found a quiet spot to put on their helmets to disappear
and with the visors going down, went and found their own star wars craft to
whisk them into the airport confines.

     Being such a small airport, they had found it easy to gain access and
by waiting until somebody went into the toilets, were able to follow
through and when left alone, take off their helmets to meet up again a few
minutes later.

     Having ascertained that their plane was on the tarmac, they went
through passport control and had theirs stamped as leaving the country and
then had a sticky moment at the electronic booth they had to pass
through. They went through alright but it was the helmets that went onto
the small conveyor belt to be scanned. They themselves were on the other
side and saw the x-ray machine that just showed the two helmets as solid
objects. These were then handled, the two men with puzzled looks on their
faces as they looked inside and asked Brendan about them. He just shrugged
his shoulders and said in Spanish that they were just crash helmets for
motor cycles, made in the U.S.A. which with another shrug of their
shoulders, passed them over.

     So they were now into the departure area and declined the help of a
hostess to show them to the aircraft saying that they would go when they
were ready. It was hard for them to get lost in a crowd for there weren't
that many people there in the terminal, but they managed to slip away and
put their helmets on and become invisible to the present persons about.

     It was then just a matter of waiting until the right doors were opened
by someone for them to slip through, actually moving through that person
who had the door open at the time. Once they got outside it was just a
matter of dropping their visors to find the ship and make their way towards
it.

     Even so, Brendan crouched down to take his helmet off and use his
mobile phone and eventually got patched through to the pilot of their
private plane to say that they had changed their mind about leaving at that
time, so he could leave whenever he wanted and apologised for putting him
to the inconvenience of coming all that way for nothing.

     `Now what do we do?' Audrey asked Brendan when he had put his helmet
back on and was visible to her.

     `We spend the night in an hotel in Dallas. We can't very well turn up
at the ranch before the plane itself gets back there now can we?'

     `Okay, Dallas here we come,' she said as she dropped her visor and led
the way to the waiting craft to whisk them off on a quicker journey than
the plane that had come to collect them.

     That plane was still in sight of Bahia Blanca's airport when they took
off their helmets in downtown Dallas where they had landed ten seconds
later from taking off themselves.

      Brendan hailed a taxi and so they booked in to one of the best hotels
and had a lovely room service meal delivered up to their suite after they'd
had the luxury of a hot bath each. They had booked in without luggage but
as his name was known to them, nothing was said or any thought given to
this fact. Breakfast was had in their room and they left just before
midday, the usual time for turfing people out without charging them for
another days stay.

     But just before leaving, he phoned the ranch, the call being picked up
by Sarah, and he said that they had just landed and would be up to the
ranch within a couple of hours. It was short notice he explained to Audrey,
but knew that Sarah would be on the ball and have everything ready for
them.

     Their next stop was to hire a car with driver to be taken to the ranch
for there was no need to rent one when there was a car already there in the
garage at the ranch. They had no compunction at leaving the ship where it
was for the time being for it would be better for them to arrive at the
ranch the way they had planned. It could be collected at any time and then
parked up where they had landed the first time of their clandestine visit.

     They sat back for the hour and a half journey, Brendan pointing out
points of interest that had no meaning for her being unaware of the history
of Dallas except from the cowboy films and the fact that it was in this
very city that John F. Kennedy had been assassinated.

     They were soon out on the highway and it was just rolling fields and
woods that could be seen and she became excited after the car had turned
off onto a small road that then petered out to be the drive up to the
ranch.

     The first thing that caught her eye were the oil pumps, the nodding
massive pieces of iron that were moved by big iron rods that made them move
up and down as they brought the oil to the surface where it was fed into
pipes that disappeared under the ground to wherever the oil was being
collected. Audrey counted eight of them before she asked exactly how many
of them were on the property.

     `Twenty, or twenty one, I'm not quite sure, but it's what gives us the
means to live as we wish,' he said. `At least they're out of sight of the
ranch which is a good thing. Look, there's Thomas giving one of the horses
a run.' Which he was indeed, crouched low over the horse's neck as it
galloped across the field ahead of them.

     `Well tell Sam that I don't want to start on that one,' Audrey said,
and that was all she could say for the ranch came into view and the sight
of it from this different angle took her breath away. `It looks even better
than it did a few days ago,' she said as the car drew up on the drive in
front of the house. Audrey recognised Sam and the woman beside him must
have been Sarah and the other man just had to be her husband Ruben for
Thomas was out riding a horse.

     There were cries of greeting as Brendan got out of the car and then an
intake of collective breaths.

    `Oh Lordy Lordy, it's Miz Fowler herself,' said Sarah, crossing
herself, her black face showing a massive smile and pearl white teeth as
she lifted her arms up to the heavens. Sam and Ruben too had big wide
smiles on their faces to see Brendan's wife come visit them.

     `Welcome to Fowler's Reach Miz Fowler,' Sam said coming forward
smiling and holding out his hand. This Audrey shook. `Doesn't she look a
picture Sarah?'

     `Better than de wedding photos fer sure,' Sarah said coming up to
shake her hand and to then clasp her to her big bosom. `My, our Mistah
Brendan has sure got hisself a fine filly.'

     `Wedding photos?' Audrey couldn't help asking. `We haven't seen them
ourselves yet,' she laughed, being released from the hug from Sarah.

     `Well get yourself into the house and I'll find what ones dey sent
down to us. Ruben! See to de bags!' Sarah commanded as she led them into
the house. Ruben standing there looking bewildered when the car driver
shook his head about the lack of baggage.

     Audrey knew she was at home as soon as she went through the front door
that opened directly into the main room of the house. It was low ceilinged
and stretched from one side to the other. A massive brick and stone
fireplace was opposite the door with three massive great leather couches,
one in front and one either side. The wood floor was covered in rugs, the
designs of the like she'd never seen before which she found out later were
Navajo.  A great big pair of cow horns were mounted above the fireplace and
down each side were what she believed were Indian artefacts. There were
solid dressers either side of the door, dark and smoky and the tops that
she could see, glistened with many years patina of wax being applied to
them. Many pictures in frames were artfully arranged on the tops.

     But one stood out proud and in the centre and it was of her and
Brendan just after they had kissed and turned away from the priest that had
married them. The smiles on both their faces showed just how happy they
felt.

     `Oh Brendan, just look at this,' she sighed. He came over and put his
arm round her shoulder as he looked at the picture.

     `Hm, handsome fella there,' he gave her shoulder a squeeze. `Wonder
who the woman is?'

     `You beast,' she said with a smile, punching him lightly on the
chest. `The happiest day of my life,' she said as she sighed again.

     `Mine too darling,' he said giving her another squeeze.

     `I hope the rest of the photos have come out as nice as this one,'
Audrey said, resting her head on his shoulder.

     `Where's de bags Ruben?' they heard Sarah ask her husband.

     `Ain't none,' he replied.

     `That's alright Sarah,' Brendan said turning round. `They are
following on later.'

     `Well I've aired out de master bedroom and put fresh linen on de bed.'

     `Thank you Sarah,' Brendan said. `Come Audrey and I'll show you our
bedroom. Ruben, can you fix a fire for us.'

    `Yassir,' he said as Brendan took Audrey's hand and led her off to the
left of the fireplace into an inside corridor and he stopped at the first
door on the left and opened it for her.

     `Good Lord!' Audrey exclaimed when she saw the size of the bed. `It's
huge!'

     `Everything's big in Texas,' he laughed, for it was nearly eight foot
across and at least ten long. A dark massive solid headboard and an equally
heavy scrolled tailend. Big embroided pillows and a thick patchwork quilt
covered it.

     `We'd get lost in that,' she said.

     `All the better for a game of hide `n' seek,' he laughed. The room
itself was big so the bed didn't overpower the senses. Chintz curtains were
up at the two windows on either side of big French windows that had
matching curtains that came to the floor. Two huge wardrobes filled the
left hand wall opposite the bed and to the right against the corridor wall
and opposite the windows was a big dressing table with a chintz covered
stool in front of it. Mounted on top was a long oval mirror with two wall
lamps at either end. The floor was as the lounge, highly polished wood with
thick heavy rugs covering most of the free area.

     `I simply love it,' Audrey said turning to Brendan and kissing him,
`and this bed is wonderful,' running her hand down the smooth tail end. `It
looks very old, is it?'

     `Hand carved out of solid wood by my Great Grandfather,' he said with
a touch of pride, `as much as quite a lot of the furniture, except for the
leather couches in the lounge, they're fairly new.'

     `New?'

     `Well they're not quite eighty years old yet,' he laughed, `but you'll
never find any as comfortable as them. I've quite often fallen asleep on
them and been reluctant to get off to go to bed.'

     `I take it that leads to the bathroom?' she asked indicating a doorway
between the left hand side bed cabinet and the wall with the windows.

     `Yes. All mod cons here,' he replied.

     `So I've got to go the long way round or climb across you,' she
smiled.

     `Yes, he grinned, `for if I had to climb over you I would never get to
it.' She laughed and went and inspected the big bathroom which was half the
length of the bedroom and half as wide again. The bath was big enough for
two people whereas the shower could have held four at a pinch. Toilet,
bidet and two wash basins with mirrors and lights. Thick carpet on the
floor and the walls tiled except for a large space directly opposite the
shower which was a full length mirror.

     `This is bigger than my old sitting room back in England,' Audrey
said.

     `Come on and see the rest of the house, a bathroom is after all only a
bathroom.

     `But what a room,' she whispered to herself as she followed her
husband out back through the bedroom and out into the lounge and round to
the other side where, instead of a corridor. There was an open arch that
led into what was obviously the dining room for there was a long table that
easily could sit twelve. Solid wood and highly polished as the rest of the
house furniture. Big heavy sideboards on either side, high with glass
fronted windows protecting different arrays of china and glasses. At the
far end was a low sideboard that held cutlery, condiments and a variety of
different sized plates.

     `This way,' he said, ignoring the dining room altogether and went
through a swing door. Not the bat wing door like those to a saloon that is
always depicted in westerns. This was a double hinged type that could be
pushed open from either side, handy when you're hands are full with plates
or whatever.

     The kitchen itself was as big as the bedroom, a big range on the far
wall surrounded by more pans than she could count in one glance. To her
right beneath a large window were two big stainless steel sinks with plenty
of draining space on either side. To the left was one of the biggest fridge
freezers she'd ever seen. Two big doors and it even had an ice cube machine
in one door. The centre of the kitchen was taken up by a large well
scrubbed wooden preparation table and a massive chopping block at one end.

     Sarah had pots on the range and was busy chopping up vegetables on the
wooden block.

     `Sarah here runs the kitchen,' Brendan said.

     `That's right Miz Audrey. Yous the lady of de house, I's the mistress
of de kitchen,' she said, her knife up in the air. Though she had a big
smile on her face, it was clear to Audrey that Sarah was saying exactly
that and would brook no interference in what was her domain.

     `And long may you be so Sarah,' Audrey responded with just as nice a
smile, `as long as Mistah Brendan is fed well on his chittlin `n' greens.'
The last was said in the best she could in a Southern States accent.

     `Ho you gotten yourself a fine feisty filly there Massa Brendan, dat's
for sure,' Sarah laughed, but it put both of the two women in their places
in the tacit unspoken agreement that Sarah was boss of the kitchen while
Audrey was boss of the rest of the house.

     Brendan and Audrey went through the kitchen door into the yard,
leaving Sarah cooking the dinner, and went across to the stables. Three
horses were impatiently stamping their hoofed feet knowing it was close to
their feeding time. Thomas was currying the horse he had been riding when
they arrived and Sam was in the process of checking one of its hooves.

     `Hello Thomas, what's this one's name for I don't recognize her?'
Brendan asked.

     `Vixen Mistah Brendan,' he replied.

     `Of course,' he laughed. `I should have guessed. For there's Comet,
Blitzen and Dancer.'

     `Santa Claus' reindeer!' exclaimed Audrey, clapping her hands. `How
wonderful. Where's Donner and Prancer?'

     `I'm afraid they've gone Miz Audrey,' Sam said.

     `Tell me,' she said to him, `what the names of the horses that you had
when Brendan began to ride. Which was his favourite?' Sam looked at Brendan
before he answered the question.

     `Nana,' he said. `That was the first one he learned on. Then he rode
Pan and...'

     `Don't tell me,' she squealed. `Peter and Wendy!' Both of them roared
out with laughter at her guessing the other two horse's names.

     `So which horse are you going to teach our Miz Audrey to ride Sam? She
tells me she's only ever walked a horse before and I said to be a true
Texan, she's got to be able to ride.'

     `Tha's right, and de best one for dat is Dancer! Nice an' quiet.'

     And so it was settled that that was the horse she was going to learn
to ride, starting the very next day.

     They went back into the house where the dining table had been laid and
after having a wash, sat down to a ranch style dinner that floored Audrey,
it being so much that she had to apologise to Sarah that, as wonderful the
dinner was, it was just far too much for her to eat.

     Sarah went off muttering under her breath, the odd words of skin and
bone, needs fattening up were the only words they caught.

     `Don't let her bother you,' Brendan laughed. `What we don't eat, they
will. She's always over cooked, ever since I've known her. Don't take it to
heart for I've always been skin and bones to her. God help the horse if I
was to get to her size!' Which made Audrey laugh and so came to accept the
huge meals that were produced and the mutterings afterwards of Sarah
feeding sparrows.

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