Cheers friends enjoy!”
Agnes sat directly next to the duke rubbing his thigh under the table. She was the Commissioner’s betrothed which meant she was off limits to everyone. However, she had other ideas of her own. Then again, she always did.
She had been dragging her fingers up and down his legs and he hadn’t stopped her, not even a little. And when she dropped her fork, she crawled under the table and proceeded to caress his inner thighs, making him squirm in his chair a little bit.
And when all of the guest’s bellies were full and the forks had lain still on the table for quite some time, then they moved over to the lakeside to have their cinnamon schnapps. It was a tradition to do so, strong liquor or not, traditions were honored.
You were not authentic if you could not hold your schnapps. Even the children were given it from time to time to cure what ailed them. No one thought anything of it. Everyone that could afford it, tried it on their children.
The guests sat down by the riverside and the men fished as the ladies watched on. It was a pissing contest of sorts, to see who would catch the biggest catch. A hefty prize awaited the victor. It was really more about the story than the actual fish itself.
They could fish for many hours on end, they enjoyed it so. The waiting made them inevitably impatient, the back and forth motion honed their skills, but the catch was all the excitement that any man needed. It kept them coming back for more.
The group drank shot after shot of schnapps every hour or so and it had gotten late. The ladies had already made their excuses and headed up to bed while the men carried on with their follies into the wee hours of the morning.
The later that it got, one by one, they were passing out on the grass next to the river. They seemed to be fast asleep. Some had held their own very well. And then others, well, they revisited their dinner so to speak. Regardless of the outcome of the night, every single person involved had a lot of fun. That was the important thing and ultimately it was what the host had wanted.
But only a little time later, the duke was roused and called out for help. All of the other men had passed out drunk. He was still awake, somewhat, but seemed to need some assistance. He said,
“Boy……. Maid…… Cook….. Anyone? Can anyone hear me out there?”
About that same time the back door creaked open and the scrawny boy from the kitchen came out. The duke just shook his head in disbelief. He felt that such a small child would never have the strength to help get him in the house. It was too far away and he was too heavy.
Nevertheless the boy helped the duke up to his feet. As he rose up, he stumbled over his own two feet but he was able to collect himself enough so that he requested stopping at the wood and barbed wire fence between the two homesteads. He tried three or four time to unfasten his trousers but his gate was too unstable to get it done.
The duke said,
“Give a man a hand, would you love?”
Chapter IV -- What Have You Done?”
A delicate hand reached out to help when the duke clutched the hand immediately in fury.
“What the hell is this? You are no boy…… What have you done child?”
She looked around, terrified of being given up and losing everything that she knew. He yanked her over and threw off her cloak and veil to the side. But what he saw before him was most definitely not a prepubescent boy at all. He looked her up and down very slowly as he walked a circle around her.
He wasn’t at all prepared for what he would bear witness too. He rubbed his drunken eyes trying to clear the filminess from them. But when he looked back up again, he saw the very same thing.
There, before him, stood a young woman with the longest brown curly hair that covered her private parts. But her silhouette was still very evident. She was lean yet thick all at the same time. She looked delicate yet had the arms of a laborer.
The duke commanded her,
“Look up at me young woman?”
But she did not stir. She stared down at the grown so sheepishly as she stood completely naked in front of her duke. People of the township would shame her if they only knew of the goings on of the night.
But he commanded the girl again,
“I said, look up at me,” as he raised her chin.
Her eyes stayed closed for a moment until he kissed her lips so softly with just one single peck that lingered. And as her eyes opened slowly she exhaled just the same. The duke gazed into her hazel eyes and was amazed by the spirit that he saw.
He scooped her naked body up and ran with her to the sandy beach on the water’s edge before dropping down to his knees. He had been partying all that evening and his cloak that was once snugly tied around his ribs was now very loose. He stayed there on his knees with a beautiful woman in his arms kissing her so passionately.
Her arms were wrapped just as tightly as his were until she leaned back and scooped some water in the palm of her hand and splashed him with it. The look on his face was annoyance at first but then quickly turned to fun.
He heaved and he hoed and he threw her as far up into the air as his muscle bound arms would allow. And she went flying through the air high, flailing her arms and legs wildly and screaming. She hit the water hard and held her breath as the force took her so far under.
Little did the Duke know just how good of a swimmer the young woman was. She had consistently used her bath time to swim freely in the channel. She pushed away the cattails and down branches that hid below the water level. But it also gave her some coverage as she snuck away. The air was silent for a few moments as he looked around.
The girl swam up river and took on a hiding place for the time being. She figured she might as well have some fun with the drunken bastard. He had earned that privilege spilling liquor all over the servers and never once stopping to apologize for his bad behavior.
So she hid and waited for what seemed like forever. She started to wonder if he had passed out drunk there on the beach and wasn’t even playing the game.
“ROAR!!!!!!”
She snarled and scuttled, it sounded like a gator, and she wasn’t taking any chances after hearing that sound. She was getting the hell out of there. And when she reached the furthest bank she turned around to see if she was still in danger when she saw movement just under the surface.
She picked up a downed branch from the debris on the lakeside and gave him a good whack. A whack good enough to stun him and to give her time to get away from its powerful jaws. People didn’t usually survive gator attacks. She threw the log aside and crab crawled backwards, keeping him in plain sight. She stopped just under a dark cavern, trying to catch her breath for a second.
But when she looked back up again, the tide washed back out and she saw that it was the duke that she had hit mistakenly.
“Was hast du den? Sie Wissen nicht, dass es alligatoren im wasser?
Haben Sie einen Toeswunch oder was du betrunken Affen?
What the hell? Do you not know that there are gators in this water? Do you have a death wish or what you drunk monkey?”
She scowled at him as she drug him ashore. Little did she know he was quite the prankster also. He lay there perfectly still momentarily until he felt that it was time and jumped up and scared her yet again. But that time she reared her right arm back punched him in the eye, immediately making it swell.
Then her eyes got really big as she remembered just whom it was that she had punched,
“Oh scheiße! Oh scheiße! Oh scheiße! Oh scheiße!
Was habe ich getan? Was habe ich getan? Was habe ich getan?
Er ist der verdammte Herzog
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?
He is the damn duke!”
She was mumbling somewhat incoherently as the man stood there bent over on his knees. Her arms were showing her grandeur in expression and she said,
“Do you wish to be hurt, you acting like that?” with her hands on her hips.
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br /> The duke laughed loudly, making her even madder still, like he hadn’t done enough already. He held his belly as it jiggled and then said,
“Ahhhhhh…….. I needed that so much. No one ever speaks to me like that. Wow! You have quite the arm young lady. Where did you come from my lady?”
“I came from there, in the house…” she reported.
But the duke shook his head in disagreement. He stated,
“No…. No… Stop telling lies girl. I command you… We have no girls of that age that work in the kitchen. So where did you come from little miss?”
With fear in her eyes she boldly said,
“The kitchen and just so you know, you repeating it does not make it false. I just thought I would bring that to your attention my lord.”
She was steadily pointing her frail finger in his face disrespectfully so. The duke grabbed her forearms so tightly that the skin lost its color.
He yanked her in towards him so hard that her delicate body bounced off of his masculine chest hard. Then he grabbed her even tighter and pulled her in again firmly as he pressed his manly lips against her quivering cold lips.
She was nervous, but by god she stood by her emotion. He held on tight to her arms and kissed her passionately. Their tongues looked like a spicy salsa as they danced.
His grip loosened and his wandering hands found their way around to her lower back. He lifted her up so that they were chest to chest and eye to eye as the passion continued on and on. Her perky young breasts rested on his hairy chest.
He swung her around in circle, her beautiful hair flowed far behind her. Never noticing where they were. They carelessly stumbled into the shoulder deep water.
They were able to keep line of sight through the water and like a couple of fish blew up their cheeks and used their hands as fins flopping back and forth.
They chased each other all over playfully playing grab ass as they swam in the cool water. A big wave rushed over them and carried them in to the shoreline. And they lay there exhausted, his masculine body hovering over her naked body. Their hearts were racing so fast.
Chapter V -- The Birds Chirped And Squirrels Garbled
Duchess Adelaide announced at dinner that she had planned a trip to go and see her family out west. The length of distance would be long enough to keep her away for a few weeks or possibly longer.
She packed her bags for the trip and rode away in her horse and carriage as the duke stood at the door waving behind her goodbye.
She had requested a helper to assist her in her travels. Someone who was strong, strong willed, and a protector by nature. She knew whom it was that she wanted but, she needed to be patient and allow the duke to formulate his own opinion.
At least that would be what he would think. He had always been oblivious to her little ways in which she manipulated and swayed his views daily.
The birds chirped and squirrels garbled as the buggy went away. The lowly citizens of the township stood elbow to elbow to watch her duchess leaving. It turned out to be a fine sending off for the first lady. The carriage was adorned with every color flower that could be found for miles around.
The duchess and Bo road all that day without a glitch. It really felt like they were instinctively doing the right thing for them both. And just before dark, they stopped and decided to bed down for the night.
Bo laid out a pallet of blankets for the lady to sit down on while he prepared the rest of the campsite. Bo dug out a small hole and surround it with random stones from nearby. He placed them in a circular pattern around the hole that was where he had planned on building a fire.
Duchess Adelaide, felt like she was playing with black magic, not knowing what the stakes would ultimately be. She was taunting with murky mysticism and had no idea what she was falling for in him. Little did she know that the duke had paid his dollar and then some for her safekeeping, as well as, her well - being.
The bottom line was that Bo was to keep Duchess Adelaide happy and out of the dukes way. Not matter what it took. He got the fire started and burning like a big dog when he went to make a few rounds and seek out food and water sources.
They had brought very little for their trip and a lot of their survival would be left up to fate and nature it seemed. It had gotten late at that point and they had had very little water or food that morning or on the trip up until that point.
Their stomachs were growling. Bo was thin enough that his belly button seemed to be touching his spinal cord. They needed to eat, but it was too late and too dark to go out when they didn’t know the area at all. In truth Bo had been given specific instructions for the love of his life.
The duke had not put up will all of her crap for no reason. He had made provisions for the trip to take a little longer, experience a few more things than normal, and for her to return sexually satisfied in every way. Just not any too fast.
The mosquitos were horrible that night as well as the deer fly’s. When Adelaide woke up the following morning, she was scratching and itching her skin raw. Her lovely alabaster skin was covered, from head to toe, with the red irritated bumps.
After listening to much complaining Bo took her out to scavenger for anything nearby that they could be used as a food source.
The duke meant for the trip to be a learning experience for his lovely bride in case they found themselves in a less than profitable existence. But if he explained it to her, she would have never agreed to it.
Boy led her over to the water’s edge and pointed out some long slide marks that seemed to lead into the water. He explained that those were the tracks of a turtle, maybe a snapping turtle or a smaller wood turtle. He said,
“My lady, you must be very careful handling turtles of any kind. They can do far more damage than it would appear at first glance.
And that is what makes them a very dangerous beast to handle with bear hands.
Ok. No… no… no… That’s what I am saying. It is not a good idea to just roll your hands around in the water. One could bite you and then what?
Let’s go around to the back side I see something that we can use, or can hear it.”
There were green frogs everywhere with their bulgy eyes and the ribbit sound that they made gave them away. But before they got all the way over to them, Bo held his hand up and said,
“Look there, to your left, there’s a beaver hiding in his plug.”
There were dogwoods and white cedars lining the water. Then he saw what he knew would be just the perfect them to for supper.
Chapter VI – Take The Honey Hole Home
The little critters looked about three inches long, at the most and were called crawfish. Something that she had never seen out in the wild.
As they looked onto the honey hole, over the next ridge was a mean old catfish, and then further done was a gar.
Bo said,
“It’s not as common of a practice to harvest gator and squirrel for obvious reasons.”
“Why not? They are viable sources of meat are they not?” she asked
“Well technically yes. But, the squirrel is quite allusive making it hard to capture and also when you do catch them there is very little meat on their bones,” he answered.
“And…. And what about alligator? Why not alligator? It does not make sense to me at all. Please do explain to me….” she inquired.
“Well, you see there is a special type of boat needed in order to get back into the backwoods of the marshland. Not just any skiff would do the job.
Please know that the alligator is strong all over its muscular body. However, the primary source of power comes from the snap of their jaws over their razor sharp teeth.”
Just then the duchess screamed like a girl and jumped into his wet arms, screaming obscenities in his ear.
Something had crawled around her bare leg and latched on. All she could think to do was to scream and jump into his arms.
“Oh my God! What the? What in the world was that anyway? I think it was a wild boar
or something… it was so friggin huge! I’m scared!!!”
Bo lifted her up off the ground into the crotch of a tree, so she would be safe while he figured out what was going on. He had not seen anything like it before that time.
He took a burning limb from the fire and walled around the campsite trying to figure out what was happening around there. He hadn’t a clue. He left no stone unturned, he checked under all off them.
And just then he found the most likely culprit that had scared the crap out of her. He had to chase the animal around and around before he could grab ahold of one. But then he finally cornered one of them in the nook of two large stones.
He clenched onto a handful of what appeared to be a tail and pulled it up into the air. The duchess looked down her nose from very far away. Bo started to explain what it was,
“Duchess take a close look please. The animal somewhat resembles a very large rat. Others say it more so looks like a beaver with a smaller tail.
It is called by the name, nutria. The adult nutria usually is about nine to twenty pounds, quite a range in size.
The average length for this little guy is known to be sixteen to twenty four inches in body length.
But then one must add on the tail portion of the body that is about twelve to eighteen inches in and of itself.
The animal is born with naturally coarse, darkish brown outer fur that is a protective coat from the harsh weathers around them.
But then under the rough exterior is a noticeably soft dense grey under fur, which is also called the nutria as well.
But there are three definitive marks that are a white patch on the muzzle, webbed hind feet, and large bright orange - yellow incisors.
Despite what you might think, the nipples of a female nutria are located high on their flanks. That is so their young can feed while the female is in the water.”
Although he had shared a good bit of intelligent information, she really could not have cared any less than she did. At the end of the day, she was just a girly girl.
As the day got darker, things seemed different all of a sudden, grayer than before. The sun had not set any lower, but the change was remarkable. Then she saw a dark presence directly under a tall oak tree.
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