Country Hospitality
"Country Hospitality" by Wakboth (2008)
- * * "You ain't ever goin' to get that stuff out of yer fur like that." I pointedly ignored Moon's comment and concentrated on trying to clean up my chest fur with the wet wipes he'd taken from my backpack. Although I didn't like to admit it, I had to agree with the bear; the small towelettes just weren't sufficient. "Tell you what, Miss Hewes," the brown bear continued. "I'm goin' to throw in a good old-fashioned country bath at my farm, an' if yer still feelin' hungry, my Honey's goin' to cook you a dinner." The old bastard certainly had nerve, acting magnanimously after what had happened! I had intended to combine business with entertainment on my visit to Miller's Crossing; a couple of days hiking in the mountains, getting acquainted with the valley I had such long-term development plans for. Moon's job was to act as an innocuous go-between, so I wouldn't have to deal with the locals personally, and to arrange a nice, hard-bodied farm boy or two at my camping sites at night. Instead, the double-crossing fucker had ambushed me on the trail and put me through a ten-man hillbilly gang-bang that had left me tired, sore and dripping with cum. The bear had even joined up once the others had finished, giving me the final facial! The fact that I'd had some seven or eight orgasms during the ordeal didn't make the humiliation any less galling; by rights, I should have told Moon off. Unfortunately, his suggestion had a lot of merit. A hot bath was exactly what I needed now, both to keep my fur from turning into a complete, sticky and tangled mess, and to ease the aches in my back, my arms and, most importantly, my hard-used sex. "Fine," I said resignedly, dropping the cum-soiled wipe to the floor and fixing the bear with my gaze. He'd probably been handsome, some ten years and forty pounds ago, but even now, with his beer gut and graying red hair, he had a certain coarse appeal. "But if you ever forget your position again, I swear I - I'll crush you like a bug!" I hated how shrill and petulant I was sounding, and knew that I was making a fool of myself in front of Moon; his grin told me he knew it just as well. I could have made good of my threat, of course, but it would have been an empty victory for me, and I'd be left knowing that Moon had pushed me into overreacting. As I sat there and fumed, the bear nudged the brim of his bettered straw hat. "It's a deal, Miss Hewes. You just wait here an' I go fetch us a ride," he said and walked out of the door. While Moon was gone, I used up the rest of the wipes trying to clear my semen-spattered body, using a hand mirror to check for any strands still hanging behind my ears. Gingerly I wiped my sex and tailhole a couple of times; I'd have to clean myself up fully later. Looking for the clothes I had been wearing before the orgy, I found them all ruined and soiled with spunk. Grumbling to myself, I slipped my tail through the backslit of a spare pair of shorts and wriggled into them, wincing as the fabric chafed against my crotch and hips. I pulled on another of my custom-made hiking shirts, stretching the fabric over my massive breasts and tugging at the hem and the front until it fit comfortably. I wondered if Moon knew how much they cost apiece; he probably had a good idea, the bastard. Hoisting my backpack on my shoulder, I stepped onto the back yard, happy to get away from the stink of sex and stale sweat, and settled to wait. *** Moon's ride was about what I'd expected: a battered, mud-splattered long-bed pickup. It even had a gun rack, although the only things stored there now were some fishing rods. Climbing into the cabin, I found it surprisingly roomy and thankfully more or less clean. "Hold on, Miss Hewes," the bear said, grinning at me; I smelled alcohol in his breath, and hoped the fat bastard wasn't going to drive off some bridge. "We've got some rough roads in Bixby County!" He wasn't joking, I found out. We drove up the dirt road that wound up the steep side of the valley in long, lazy curves. The truck bounced and shook, jostling me uncomfortably; with my nethers fucked sore and my breasts supported only by the hiking shirt's flex-weave, I was wincing with every rock or pothole. "How far are we going?" I asked, biting back a squeal as Moon swerved the car to avoid a tractor coming down the road. "Not much further," he said, taking his eyes off the road and offering me the clay jug on the bench between us. "Have some; it'll do ya good." I took the jug hastily, wishing that Moon would look again where we were going. As I pulled the cork, the sharp smell of alcohol wafted into my nose. Wrinkling my nose, I lifted it to my muzzle, intending to take just a little sip. From the corner of my eye, I saw the grinning bear jerk the steering wheel, and found my mouth suddenly filled with a taste not unlike ignited Everclear. I swallowed reflexively, feeling the moonshine burn as it flowed down my throat. Gasping and sputtering, I lowered the jug. "You- haff- you did that on- kaff- purpose!" I managed, my eyes watering. "Just rough roads, Miss," Moon said and laughed. "An' we're almost home!" He took a hard turn to the left, onto a rutted farm road that had suddenly appeared between the trees, making me yelp as I was flung against the door. We passed some fields - I had no idea what, if anything, he was growing there; not corn, at least - and a couple of worn-looking barns with flaking paint and graying shingles, until Moon stopped the car in the middle of a farmyard. The place was pathetic; there was a grey, dingy-looking farmhouse and a couple of equally grey, run-down outbuildings, with barrels and crates and rusting parts of some machine or other piled under the sagging eaves. I made no attempt to conceal my scorn as I hopped out of the cabin and looked around. "I can see why you were so eager for my money," I commented to Moon. His grin faltered momentarily; the bear obviously didn't like to be reminded that in the end, he was just another penniless hick. "Ya know what they say 'bout appearances deceiving," Moon retorted, then bellowed "Honey! Git yerself here, girl, we got a visitor!" A red-headed bear girl peeked out from one of the outbuildings. "A visitor, Daddy?" I saw her eyes widen as she noticed me; I tend to have that kind of an effect on people. "I'll be right there!" She rushed out into the open, jogging towards us, and now it was my time to stare. When Moon had mentioned that he had a daughter, I'd automatically expected some coarse, red-haired lump of a bear with bad teeth. Honey - what a name, Honey Moon! - was a redhead and a bear, just like her father, but that was where the resemblance ended. She had a pale brown fur, so short and soft that the dark freckles on her face and bare shoulders showed through, and her hair had a luxurious, coppery sheen, unlike Moon's grizzled mop. But the thing that really caught my attention was her chest, heaving and jiggling beneath her red tied-off shirt. In the real estate business, I am famous not only because of my wealth, power and ruthless pursuit of profit, but because of my breasts. I got my first implants years ago, when I was just a young realtor with a keen mind and a burning ambition, and my chest has expanded with my fortunes. The last surgery, when my net worth reached the fifty million dollar milestone, took me to sixty-eight inches: exactly my own height. And now this dirt-poor country girl, the no doubt inbred daughter of a fat, dirty old thug, showed up with a chest comparable to mine! I quickly measured her with my eyes; at least sixty inches, and all natural. No implants could create a chest of that size that moved like hers; I knew, because I'd tried. "Honey, this here is Sierra Hewes," I heard Moon saying as I still stared at the girl's cleavage. "She's had business with me, an' she's comin' to dinner with us. Do ya have a bath ready?" The girl nodded. "Sure, Daddy. But... where're you goin' to wash?" "Never ya mind that, girl!" Moon said. "Git on, take Miss Hewes' bag. I reckon she wants to freshen up 'fore eatin'." Honey took my backpack and grinned at me; she even had good teeth, damn it! "Pleased to meet ya, Miss Hewes," she said. "C'me right after me!" Dumbstruck, I followed, taking note of her tight little bottom and long, sleek thighs showcased by her cut-off jeans. Behind me, I could hear Moon guffawing to himself. *** The "old-fashioned country bath" Moon had spoken of turned out to be a big wooden tub in the tin-roofed outbuilding, with soaps and brushes on a bench next to it. I was actually surprised to see a small water heater in the corner, instead of a wood stove or something equally primitive. "There you are, Miss Hewes," the girl - Honey - said, hanging my backpack on a peg in the wall. "I thought Daddy would be bathin', so I didn't get my sponges out. I'll get them..." As she rummaged in the battered little cupboard, chattering about a better soap and fur conditioner, I quickly stripped down. The girl was captivating; despite the massive fucking I'd endured just over an hour ago, I was starting to feel very horny indeed. I'm not a lesbian - in my experience, most lesbians are tedious women who spout tired feminist clichés, then call me names because I use my tits to get what I want - but that doesn't mean I won't occasionally engage in a little cunnilingus or dildo play with attractive women. And now, I really wanted to get my hands on those melons on Honey... "Here you are, Miss- eep!" Honey almost dropped the things in her hands as she turned around and saw me naked. I like flaunting my body; I've paid top dollar to my surgeons and my personal trainers for it! "Call me Sierra, Honey," I said, putting a little seductive purr into my voice and angling my hips, making my chest stick out. "No need for formality between us girls." The bear blushed a bit; how adorable! "Right, Miss-, I mean, Sierra," she said. "Oh, here you are," she said, approaching me with her sponges and bottles. "Thank you, dear," I said, stepping into the tub. "Put them on the bench where I can reach them." The hot water felt great on my legs, and I lowered myself fully into it with a happy sigh. Leaning back against the edge of the tub, my breasts were only half-submerged, but it was my bottom which needed the bath the most. "Sure, sure," Honey said hurriedly. I noticed her glancing at me as she straightened; were her nipples hard beneath her shirt? "Uh, I gotta go see how Daddy's doin'..." she started, but I didn't allow her to finish the sentence. "Nonsense, Honey; your father is a big man," I said, licking my lips meaningfully. That was true in every way: the old fucker was damn well-hung. I saw the girl's ears blush further; very interesting! "He'll be fine. Could you help me with washing my back, please?" The girl hesitated for a moment longer and then nodded. "Ah, sure," she said, taking one of the brushes and moving behind me; a pity, but at least she would be getting an excellent view of my chest. As Honey scrubbed my back, and I washed my legs, I started chatting with the girl, to make her feel more at ease. She was seventeen, I found out, and had lived alone with her father ever since the death of her mother five years ago. "You're a very beautiful girl, Honey," I said, looking over my shoulder at her. God, she was a ripe young thing; I wanted to lick and suck at her nipples, then bury my face between her breasts. "With your face and figure, you could get far. Trust me, I know," I added with a laugh, hefting my breasts up from the water. The bear blushed again and looked away, but I could tell she was getting interested. "Thank you," she said. "Yer a real pretty lady yerself, Sierra." I flashed a smile at her, and started to wash the topsides of my breasts, slowly lathering them up. "So, Honey; don't you ever feel lonely? A girl like you stuck on a farm, in the middle of nowhere..." I bit my tongue, but Honey didn't seem to mind. "Oh, I ain't lonely; I got lots of friends. There's Mary Lou an' Allie an' the Possum boys; an' I've got Daddy, too," she said. Now that was something to consider. Would Moon leave such a lovely, busty girl alone? The hell he would, I decided: he'd be fucking her all the time. I could almost see them together in the bathtub, her slowly sinking down onto his long, thick dick as he groped her soapy, soft breasts, mashing them together, making her moan and whimper... Honey's voice jolted me out of my vivid fantasy. "Uh... I reckon I got to see for the dinner," she said, offering me the brush with a blush on her face. I realized that my imagination had got the better of me, and I'd started to play with my own bosom in a blatantly sexual way. I thanked Honey as graciously as I could, and watched her beat a hasty retreat, leaving me lusty and alone. Damn it! With a bit more self-control, I was sure I could have talked her into a hands-on comparison of our breasts. There and then, I promised myself I wouldn't leave the farm before I had explored the bear girl's body to my complete satisfaction! Sinking deeper into the bath, I closed my eyes and opened my legs. Using the brush's smooth, knob-ended handle for an impromptu dildo, I reimagined the incestuous scene between Honey and her father, the redneck bear fucking his luscious girl without a hint of shame. "Uh, uhh, ah, hhnn, yess..." I gasped, plunging the wooden shaft into my still-tender vagina, imagining Moon's foot-long bear cock spreading Honey's pink nether lips wide. "Fuck her haaaard!" My climax surprised myself; I don't think I've ever come so quickly. As I panted there, my muscles shivering, I heard a loud rap on the sheet-metal door of the shed. "Are you enjoyin' yer bath, Miss Hewes?" Moon said in a half-mocking tone that made my ears flush and my tail twitch; the bear had obviously heard me. "The dinner's ready when y'are." "In a minute," I called, my voice cracking a little. I heard Moon chuckle as he walked away. My annoyance with him drove any further sexual desires from my mind, and I wasted no time in washing up. *** My hair and the longer fur of my tail were still damp when I sat down to eat at Moons' kitchen table. Much like Honey, who was putting finishing touches to the roast at the stove, the room was too good for the place, a beautiful example of rural Americana that had somehow survived through all the post-WWII decades almost intact. "Care for a drink?" Moon asked, interrupting my study of the room. When I didn't immediately say no, he poured several fingers' worth of some pale gold liquor into a glass and offered it to me. "Here you go, Miss Hewes; my own recipe." Warily, I tried it as the bear poured himself a similar portion and sat down across the table from me. To my surprise, the drink was very good, with a sweet, almost flowery taste, but it burned warmly in my throat. "Tasty, eh?" he asked with a grin. "There's some herbs in it, an' some honey. Gives you a hell of an appetite, for all things." As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. The sun was already setting, and after a light lunch of hiking ration bars at noon, all I'd had was a couple of mouthfuls of cum and a swig of moonshine. Thankfully, Honey was finally finished, and brought the roast to the table. Southern cooking has never been my favorite - too fatty and crude - but now I dug into the dinner with gusto, forgetting my diet completely. Moon was eating like a starved bear, piling beans and greens on slabs of roast beef, and drowning the whole in gravy, with chunks of corn bread at the side. Honey was more restrained, but a look at her plate still made me wonder how the bear girl retained her figure. As the dinner progressed, I understood what Moon had meant with his comment about the drink. Not only was it stronger than it tasted, it was making me horny again! I could feel the heat in my loins grow as I eyed the two bears. Slipping off my shoes, I reached out with my feet, starting to play with both of their feet. Their reactions were what I had expected: Honey was blushing and squirming, her eyes flicking to me every once in a while, while Moon was grinning lewdly and leaning back in his chair. Moving my leg up, I fondled his crotch with my toes, feeling the long bulge in his pants leg starting to swell and harden. "Honey," he said. "It's gettin' late, an' Miss Hewes is stayin' for the night. Yer better go an' make her a bed in the parlor, girl." Honey nodded and got quickly up. "Yes, Daddy," she said, and with one last glance at us, left the kitchen. "Didn't have enough meat yet, Miss Hewes?" Moon asked with a grin, and started opening his pants. Purring in my throat, I slid from my chair under the table to kneel between his legs. The bear's male smell filled my nose, and I found myself licking my lips as he pulled his cock and balls out of his pants. He wasn't the biggest man I'd sucked or fucked, but his thick, veined shaft was still pretty damn impressive. This wasn't going to be like the earlier time, with me tied in a chair and Moon fucking my mouth, I thought as I ran my raspy tongue down along the underside of his dick. I nuzzled his heavy testicles, unable to resist nipping at the skin of his scrotum. Moon stiffened, and growled in a low voice. "Watch the teeth, girl, or else..." I rolled my eyes, but didn't try that again. Instead, I turned my attention back to the bear-shaft, slowly licking my way back up it and fixing my lips around the knobbed head. Moon's precum had a strong, almost smoky taste that made me wonder what his daughter would be like. "Ohh... that's more like it," Moon grunted as I slid my muzzle around his cock and started to suck at him, using my hands to massage the part of the shaft that wasn't yet in my mouth. I've long ago taught myself to deep-throat large men; it's a skill that served me very well at the start of my career, and still finds use in my free time. We almost missed the sound of Honey's footsteps as she walked down the stairs. "Rrrh! Damn it, woman! Let go of me!" Moon grunted, trying to push me away from his dick. I had other ideas, however, and with the edge of the table getting between us, he couldn"t use his greater strength. From the corner of my eye, I could see Honey's feet below the edge of the tablecloth as she walked into the kitchen. "I got Sierra's bed ready an' took her backpack up, Daddy," the girl said. "I reckoned she'd be in the den, but I ain't seen her..." "Good, Honey," Moon said, managing to keep his voice calm even though I was furiously tonguing his cock. "I think she went out to look 'round on the farm." He shifted one of his big feet, stomping on my tail that I'd been snaking out towards Honey. "All right, Daddy," Honey said, taking a step closer to the table. "I'll just gather the things an'..." "No, leave 'em there," the bear grunted. "I'll do it. Go tinker with that damn bike of yers or something!" "If you say so, Daddy," Honey said, sounding surprised. "You sure you don't want me to..." "Git on with it, girl!" Moon snapped. "I'll be fine!" As soon as we heard the porch door slam closed behind Honey, Moon pushed back his chair and dragged me out by my hair. "Oww! Stop that, you bastard," I hissed. "That was just a little payback for what you did today! Now unhand me before-" "The hell I do, Miss Hewes," Moon growled, his angry face inches from mine, his slick cock poking at my shirt-covered belly. "All ya got there was what ya wanted an' paid for. Well, this I'll do for free!" Lifting me up, Moon pinned me against the kitchen wall with his bulky body, twisting my arm behind my back and yanking my shorts down with his other hand. Catching my lashing tail in his grip, the bear lined his cock against my slit and pushed quickly into me. My body accepted him eagerly and he grunted with the effort of keeping me in position. I laughed, half-giddy with excitement, craning my neck to meet his eyes as he pumped his length into me. "That's the best you can do, old man?" He paused, momentarily frozen, glaring at me, looking adorably wounded. Suddenly, his face twisted in frustration and his grip on my tail tightened painfully. He roared as he shoved himself into me so hard that it took me off my toes. I gasped. He fucked me hard and fast, pushing me up the wall with his savage thrusts. I couldn't help but groan out loud as he bottomed in my pussy, filling me up before pulling back out again. Despite my words, this was just what I needed and wanted: getting fucked by this big-dicked hick bear! "Harder, you stupid hillbilly!" I hissed between gritted teeth. The wall actually creaked with the pressure of his assault, the big bear panting with the exertion of his hammering thrusts. I tried to stop myself from giving him any sign of my pleasure, but each impact wrung little sighs from my lungs. I felt drops of sweat from his forehead, shaken loose by his frenzy, drip across my back. We came together, my moans mixing with Moon's roar, his cock pulsing deep within my throbbing hole as he pumped me full of bear cum. As he pulled his length out of me with a wet slurp, Moon let go of me and reached for his bottle. My face burning and legs shaking after my climax, I fell on my knees before him. "This old man's got more 'n enough for a citified slut like you," Moon snorted, grabbing my hair and pushing his softening cock into my face. Scowling with disgust and trying to keep my face clean, I licked the salty-sweet mixture of our fluids off the huge hunk of meat, all the time wondering if Honey ever did this to him. As I finished, the bear stuffed himself back into his pants and offered me the bottle, walking away with a self-satisfied grin on his face. The liquor washed away the taste of cum, but left me flushed and feeling dizzy. I had barely finished cleaning myself up at the sink and adjusting my clothes when Honey showed up. "So what did you think of it?" the girl asked blithely, not appearing to notice my messed-up hair, sweaty fur and flushed face. "The farm, I mean," she continued. "It ain't big, sure, but we Moons have lived here for gen'rations!" "It's very interesting," I lied, brushing my hair back with my hand. "I'm starting to feel pretty tired, Honey; why don't you show me to bed." * * * I followed Honey upstairs, paying no attention to her explanation of her family's history but focusing instead on the girl's lovely bottom that swayed almost before my nose as we climbed the creaking steps, the short bear tail flicking as if she could feel my breath. She led me into the parlor, where the guest bed had been laid open and ready for me. "Here y'are. Hope you like it," Honey said, remaining at the doorway with her arms crossed under her breasts as I gave the lumpy mattress a couple of pokes. It was better than a camp bed, but not much; at least it was wide enough for me to lounge around freely. Yawning and stretching my arms, I turned back to thank Honey and to drop a few more seductive hints just to make the girl blush and squirm. Instead, I just stood and stared at her. With an expression of nervous determination on her face, Honey was standing before me. Her luscious, golden-brown breasts heaved with her every breath, the pink nipples hardening before my amazed eyes. "I reckon ya want me," she said, only the slightest of quavers in her voice. "What with the way you hit on me at the bath shed, an' at dinner... I heard you an' Daddy, too, you were real loud," she said with a little grin. Blinking a couple of times, I caught my wits again. "Oh, yes," I said, devouring the bear with my eyes. "You're an extraordinary girl indeed! Come here and let me feel those lovely tits..." To my surprise, Honey didn't move. "Nuh-huh," she said, shaking her head. "You get nekkid first, 'cause I want a better look!" I didn't let my annoyance show; the girl was clearly taking after her too-cocky father. Instead, I gave her my best sultry smile and started pulling my shirt off, watching Honey's expression as I bared my chest to her. "Why don't we do this in turns, darling," I asked, hefting my breasts at her. "You take off your pants next." Honey nodded. "Fair's fair," she said, blushing a bit more as she hooked her fingers under the waist of her Daisy Dukes and started squirming out of them in a way that made her tits jiggle and quiver deliciously. She was a genuine redhead, I noticed, the copper-colored patch of her pubic fur glistening with small dew-drops of arousal. As for myself, I felt wet enough that I was surprised there wasn't a dark spot in my shorts as I kicked them aside. "Well, Honey, you got your look," I said, lifting one leg on the edge of the bed in a blatantly inviting pose. "And I think you like what you see! Now, come here, darling..." With no hesitation, Honey walked over to me, her bosom swaying with her every step and making me feel a stab of envy. If only I had had such a chest at her age! Our breasts touched and mashed together, spreading and sliding over one another; I murred in my throat, feeling her warm fur rubbing against my nipples. "Ohh... so lovely," I murmured, trying futilely to cup Honey's overflowing bosom with my hands. "So soft!" Honey grinned, a flash of her father's cockiness in her expression. "Daddy says I'm too blessed for me own good," she said. "I gotta be careful I don't knock myself silly with 'em!" We stood there for a few minutes, rubbing and fondling each other, my tail curling around Honey's thigh. "Uh, Sierra," she said, looking nervous again. "I ain't never kissed no girl. I mean, not fer real..." "That's easily fixed," I purred. With our tiny height difference and ample chests, a normal, face-to-face standing kiss was difficult, so I moved behind Honey, my breasts pressing into her chest, and leaned over her shoulder to meet her muzzle. As our mouths met, I could tell that she was still an amateur at this, but there was no mistaking her eagerness! It was Honey who broke the kiss first. "Wow... yer much better than the boys," she panted. "Not a virgin, aren't you, Honey?" I asked, rubbing my crotch against her little bear tail, as I snaked my tail between her legs to tickle at her pussy. "Nuh-uh," Honey said, confirming my suspicions. "I've been with five guys," she continued. "But yer my first woman, Sierra." She let out a little squeal as my tailtip brushed against her hot flesh; the girl was as ready as she was going to be! "Let's make sure I'm something you will remember, then," I said, as I guided the girl to the bed and pushed her down. Moving up between the bear's thighs, I nuzzled her sex, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She was already dripping, which was good; I didn't want to waste time with foreplay, and instead dove right in. As I lapped and licked at her sex with my raspy tongue, Honey groaned and moaned, tossing her head back and clutching the sheets hard. I was almost impressed by her sensitivity; none of the women I'd eaten out had been so quick to react. Lifting my head from her crotch, I looked at Honey, who was panting and blinking. "Ohhh! Why didja stop, Sierra?" she asked, sounding so needy that I couldn't help but laugh. "It's give and take, Honey. You eat me out, and I do the same to you," I said, licking my lips expressively. I saw her hesitate for a moment before nodding. "Good girl," I said and mounted her prone body in the 69 position. "Now, have a taste..." I said, wiggling my crotch before her nose. Her first licks were unsure and hesitant, but again, Honey was showing enthusiasm. "Ohh... longer strokes... yes, like that! And don't forget my clit, girl... aahhh! Yes, yess... right there! Oh fffuck! Yeeaaah!" My climax welled up from my cunt, still being lapped by Honey's warm bear tongue, making my back arch and tail lash violently. God, if she ever got tutored by someone... Groaning, I pushed my muzzle back down to the folds of her pussy, and started exploring her again with my tongue and fingers. The bear girl's moans were turning into cries of passion, only barely muffled by my cunt; incredibly, I was feeling ready to come again already. I doubled my efforts, dipping deep into Honey's quivering sex, and was rewarded by the wild lashes of her tongue around and against my madly throbbing clit. We came almost at the same time, Honey's sweet juices gushing into my mouth as her body tensed beneath me, lifting me up from the bed. Then the pleasure flashed through my body in burning waves, and with a drawn-out sigh of bliss, I came. Breathing heavily, we rolled apart. "Oh... Wow, that was really somethin'," Honey sighed and yawned broadly. "G'night, Sierra..." she mumbled, curling up on the bed next to me. Looking over the sleepy bear girl, I saw the dark, bulky shape of her father the doorway, his eyes and teeth gleaming in the dim light. My heart skipped a beat before I realized Moon was grinning at me. With a lecherous wink and a meaningful pat on his groin, the bear moved away quietly. As I started to relax again, I thought about my schedule. Maybe I could afford to stay on the farm for another night, for another helping of good old-fashioned country hospitality... ****