A 'Mail Order Bride' company agrees pay a young ladies entire expenses if she will marry single men out west. With the help of a brothel owner, a young boy allows himself to be disguised as a woman and soon finds himself heading west on a train. His only intention is to escape the city, however, the boy in costume, meets up with a kindly old woman who exposes him unwittingly to the linking spell. A VERY slow transformation.

Chapter 24

I felt helpless at my situation, alone in the prairie with an adult man who thought I was his wife. I knew that once he discovered my true identity, he most likely would strangle me with his bare hands and bury me in a shallow unmarked grave. I leaned against the pine wall and cried, my tears falling against the swell caused by the corset. I looked back up to the loft, still able to hear Joshua and Cap talking about what would be expected of him, now that he was 'our' son.

Shaking it off, I brought my slender fingers to my temple and rubbed a slow circle, that's when I noticed a steel ring set into a groove in the floor, which in turn was attached to a door made of the same material as the floor. Curiosity got the better of me and I slowly opened the door, a ladder led to a darkened hole in the floor. ‘Perhaps this may be an avenue of escape?’ I thought as I pulled my skirts around and slowly stepped down to the first step, one after another I made my way down into the cool blackness that was below the house.

The temperature was remarkably cooler in this little room. Looking up, I could see thin shafts of light as they knifed through the gaps between the kitchen floor boards. I could make out all four earthen walls in a 10’x10’ square, "It’s a storm or root cellar." I whispered aloud, my voice strangely echoing in the dimly lit room.

Besides the smell of the earthen walls, a faint odor of hickory came to my senses, and I began to search out with my eyes. From hooks in the corner hung two large, smoke-cured hams, nothing else was there except for a large square of white store bought butter sitting on a shelf.

Somewhere within me, a strange niggling prodded me to assume those wifely duties that had been thrust upon me so suddenly. Without much consideration, I lifted my skirt and hurriedly climbed back up into the kitchen, only returning to the cellar almost as quickly with a long, sharp butcher knife. I stepped beside one ham, and began cutting off a large chunk I again returned to the room above.

I began to slice the ham, creating a small stack of the wonderfully smelling meat. I stood looking at the little pile of ham, and then began searching among the small drawers that lined the long counter. Inside one, I found a half of a loaf of bread. I was positive that Joshua didn't make it, most likely buying it from a store in the little town.

I picked up my long knife and slowly sawed several single slices of the white bread. In another drawer I found some onions, one of these I sliced thin and placed it on a small plate, beside the onion I sat the ham. All of these were placed on the table. I began to set Joshua's old, china plates in three separate spots. Next to the plate I laid a fork, knife, and little tin cup. I walked to the back of the stove and gently shook his kettle, in it was sufficient water for making tea. I sat it back on the stove and started a fire under it.

I slowly turned and examined my kitchen, at the end of the counter stood a pump and handle. I had never seen one before and knew it was an oddity far out in the Territories. I gently raised the handle, and then pushed it up and down several times; water slowly poured from the end. “Remarkable…” I whispered to myself, as I hurriedly wiped the water spillage from the counter-top.

My mind slowly was pulled back to making supper and away from the interesting pump. Reluctantly, I returned to the cellar and cut a wedge of the butter, placed it on a plate and then climbed back up the ladder carefully. Sitting the wedge of butter on the table, I lowered the hidden door. Standing with folded arms, a strange urge prodded me onward to continuing these alien domestic duties.

I inspected the table...something was still missing. I began to open drawers, one at a time until I stumbled across a long, piece of dried cinnamon. I smiled as I walked back to the box that had been under the wagon seat. I gently lifted out three large red apples Cap had found. Beside the box was a bucket of fresh water, I carried this and the apples back to the long counter. Quickly I pealed them and dropped each into the skillet with a dab of honey and began to scrape the dry stick of cinnamon over the apples. As the aromatic combination began to cook down, I closed my eyes enjoying the pleasant, homey scent.

I poured some water into a pitcher and sat that on the table as well. Something inside my mind kept telling me that it wouldn’t be proper for a child to drink the tea I was preparing for myself. Finally, I was done, again I looked toward the loft, where Cap and Josh were laughing and talking as any father would of his son, it made me smile.

My eyes were drawn to the bedroom; I pushed the yellow wooden door open. On the bed was the bag I had brought with me on the train, apparently set there by Joshua. At the foot of the bed was the trunk which Rose had given to me. I stepped into the room and closed the door, a window facing south let in the only light that was available. I threw open the bag, tossing a plain gray dress to the bed. I quickly began to peel out of the garment that I had been forced to wear the past several days. Pausing just short of taking the corset, shoes, and stockings off, I begrudgingly stepped into the dress. Pulling it up I buttoned it behind my back as far up as I could, then reached over my shoulders and finished buttoning it the rest of the way, as if I had been doing it all my life.

I heard Cap and Joshua talking as they were returning to the main floor, each step down the ladder grew louder to my ears. I brushed smooth my dress, touched the top of my wig lightly and with reservation, opened the door. Once out of the room, both of them looked up and smiled. "You look good, Ma." The little boy said approvingly.

Joshua stood watching me, and then walked over pulling me close. "You look wonderful!" His comment made me feel proud, though I couldn't understand why. "Come on; let’s eat this great meal you’ve prepared for us." Joshua spoke as we each moved toward the table. He pulled out the chair and held it for me.

"Thank you, Joshua," I said as I took the seat he offered.

"I just wanted to show you that a fellow doesn't have to be from back east to be a gentleman." He smiled and took his seat; Cap sat grinning as his look bounced from me to Joshua. "Now, let’s pray."

I felt a strange sense of pride knowing that he remembered. We bowed our head as he spoke, his baritone voice sounding so warm and honest as he prayed for our family, thanking the Lord for sending both Cap and I to him.

I felt a lump tighten in my throat again; the little butterflies in my stomach suddenly took wing. I glanced up to the old wall clock, wondering when would come MY moment of truth. I was sure that I would die soon; this gentle man that I had so stupidly married would crush the life from me!

“You made apples AND cinnamon?” Joshua said with a smile, “A lady in town told me to buy the stick, glad to know it was worth the purchase.”

Cap smiled as he sniffed up the sweet aroma. “Are those some of the apples I found?”

I grinned at him, “They are Cap…thank you for providing our desert tonight.”

He smiled broadly, waiting for me to finish creating his sandwich, “Onion?” I asked, as the wrinkle of his nose spoke volumes to me. I sat his meal before him, without the onion.

I chewed slowly, trying to prolong my life a little bit longer, washing it down with tea I had prepared for myself. Cap tried to be done, yet I kept pushing food at the poor boy; hoping that if he would continue, I could figure some way out of the mess that I had gotten myself into. I kept pushing on a conversation throughout the entire meal. Hoping any inane thought I had, would spur our discussion longer into the evening.

I watched in horror as Cap's head dipped suddenly as he fought sleep. I touched his leg with my own, causing him to look up and smile. Joshua said nothing; I felt that he was only happy to be able to talk to anyone after such a long spell on his claim alone.

Cap sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "May I be excused? I'm really sleepy."

"I was figuring on giving you a bath.” I began to search out anything that could be used for a tub. “After such a long trip, you really should have a bath!”

“They gave me a bath before I got on the train.” He replied sullenly.

“We all need baths…I won’t have us going to bed filthy!” I spoke with finality, hoping to stay my imminent death as long as possible.

Joshua frowned but nodded toward Cap, “Your mother’s right…we all need to bathe after the long dusty trip. I’ll go and get the washtub.” He stood and scooted back his chair, “Excuse me Charity; I’ll only be a minute.” I felt myself tremble as he walked out of the house.

I stood and quickly filled a large pan with water and placed it onto the stove to heat, Cap frowned and put his head on his arms while still seated at the table. “Do I have to?” He groused.

“You can be first, your father will be next…I’ll take mine last.” I said as I nervously fingered the handle of the large pan.

My heart skipped as I heard Joshua returning, walking on the planking outside on the porch; I looked toward the door it slowly swung open.

“Ma said I have to go first, and then you’re next pa.” Cap grinned as he pulled a chair out of Joshua’s way.

“Well if she says it’s going to be in that order, so be it.” He placed the tub down and slowly scooted the table aside to make more room. I placed my finger into the water on the stove, it was only slightly warm.

Gently pouring it into the washtub, I followed that with what was left in the teapot and mixed it with my hand. As I was mixing, Joshua poured another large pan into the tub, now there were several inches of water creating our bath. The water was cool, but not chilly.

I motioned for Cap to strip and climb into the water, Joshua began filling another large pan of it, placing it onto the stove to heat up for his own bath. While he busied himself, I scrubbed Cap thoroughly with the soap and brush that Joshua had dropped beside him in the tub.

I had practically scrubbed the hide off the boy, trying to stall for more time. Finally, at a point that I could forgo the inevitable any further, I allowed Cap to stand up and wrapped a towel around his pale body to dry off.

“If I’m done, can I go to bed now?” The young boy said yawning.

Joshua laughed, "Go ahead, Cap. Get yourself some rest. Your mother and I need to stay up and take our bathes too." Cap didn't need to be told twice; he stood and started toward the ladder.

"Shouldn't we let him use the privy first, before going to bed?" I suggested, thinking that I could use it as my chance to escape.

"Sure, I suppose we don't need any accidents," he agreed, starting to stand, "I'll show him the way; it's on the hill behind the house."

I placed my hand on his arm holding him up. "He’s so sleepy, I'll show him. You go ahead and get ready for your bath."

He gave me a slow smile, glancing at the dishes on the table. "Seeing that this is our honeymoon and all, I suppose we can forgo the dishes and let them rest until the morning. I'll hurry along and put myself into the wash tub and wait for you to come in and wash my…uh…back." He winked at me. “…and then I can wash yours.” Again the little tingles raced throughout my small body.

Joshua reached up high onto a shelf and pulled down a lantern, then struck a match and adjusted the flame. "You'll need the light, and then...I suppose we'll need it later." His words sent a chill into my heart, I smiled, then quickly wondered why I had suddenly felt the way I did.

I gingerly took it from him, ushering Cap out the door toward the stand-alone privy. "I can do it myself," he yawned, closing the little door behind him. I searched around for any avenue of escape, my heart pounding from fear!

"Uh, Cap, honey." I called through the closed privy door, "I'll leave you the light and you go on inside to bed. Will you be okay?" My slender fingers lightly touched the door as I listened for his voice. All around me, crickets and other insects were singing their chorus of night songs.

"Okay, I'll be all right," he yawned. “Good Night, Ma.” I could hear him moving inside as I paused at his words.

“Good Night, Cap.” I replied and then quickly sat the lantern down and ran off into the darkness picking my way across the wide field toward the barn. Over my shoulder, I glanced as Cap closed the privy door and began to walk toward the house. The lantern danced along the ground as he stepped back into his happy new home.

Chapter 25

I disappeared into the shadows of the barn, sliding along the side toward the doors facing the house. Intending to use one of Joshua's horses to make good my escape, I slowly slipped inside the wide door then quietly shut it behind me. The interior was bathed in almost complete darkness, as only thin moonlit shafts of light entered across the stables and floor. In the dim light, I searched for a saddle near the fidgeting horses. I found one and struggled to pull it from the post that it had spanned, its weight pulled it from my grasp where it fell into the soft, wild prairie straw.

I strained with it to my waist and staggered under it’s weight to the side of the tall, looming horse. In one great sweeping motion I tried to heave it onto its towering back but ended up losing my grip and throwing it again, into the straw. I again tried to lift it up; again I failed to raise it no higher than my chest.

Frowning, I lugged it back to the post where I found it, fighting to place it back so none would be the wiser. I was out of breath and panting from my exertion, I had to come up with a better plan…and quickly!

A noise outside sent me scrambling for cover, I dove into the darkest corner of the big horse's stall. Strange, moving slices of light made their path across the wall behind my head. I trembled with fear as the light suddenly stopped at the door to the barn. It was slowly opened, its light bathing the little barn with a warm glow.

"Charity?" The voice was Joshua's. "Are you in here?" He swung the lantern high and searched into the dark. I held my breath, for fear of being heard.

Above me the horse whinnied, throwing its great head high, as if it was trying to inform him of my hiding place. I watched in horror as the light slowly rotated in my direction, dancing along the wall as it approached.

"What's the matter boy," he spoke softly as he approached his horse. He raised his lantern over the rail, "Charity? What you doin' out here?" he gasped, standing there, wearing only his jeans.

"Don't hurt me!" I squealed, trying to scramble over the stable rail. I fell into the soft straw and Joshua raced around to help me. In fear, I crawled quickly away and huddled next to the interior wall of the barn.

He looked as if I had slugged him. "I've never struck a woman in my entire life, what would make you think I'd hurt you?" he said, inching toward me holding his hand out, palm up as if he were approaching an angry dog.

"Stay away!" I cried. He stopped and hung the lantern on an angled wooden pin sticking out of the heavy barn beam. He slowly crouched down and rubbed his chin in confused silence. "Please…" I pleaded, crying into my hands.

He again inched toward me, "I would never hurt you, Charity. You're my wife." His voice was calm and reassuring. "What's wrong? Have I done something to cause this reaction in you?" I heard him step closer, unable to move away, and now I was certain that this barn was where I would meet my ending.

I felt him touch my hair, and then lightly caress my cheek. "Don't be afraid." His voice was no louder than a sigh as he slowly drew me into his broad chest. "You're safe now." I trembled slightly under the gentle pressure of his arms. "Sshhh, I won't hurt you." He spoke softly and reassuringly, trying to calm my fears. He slowly stood up, pulling me with him.

I glanced upward at him; he too had tears lightly glistening on his cheek. I lowered my face toward the straw and watched a tear as it fell, dropping away until the dry prairie grass beneath our feet consumed its wetness. His hand gently touched my chin, pulling my face back up toward his own.

With the crickets making the only sound I heard, he lowered his face toward mine and kissed me lightly. As he backed his head away, he smiled. Then he slowly returned for a longer, more passionate kiss. I felt it again drawing at my soul, his strong arms slowly rose to my back, his hands caressing me gently.

Somehow my own hands found their way around his neck as he bent over me, his kisses falling softly on my slender throat. A sudden cool breeze washed against my back as I became aware that he was unbuttoning my dress. His hands slowly began pulling away the thin veneer of my disguise, one layer at a time. After a moment, I felt it fall to the straw, pooled at my feet. He continued to run his tender caresses over my silky corset I still had on, fear caused me to make a halfhearted attempt of pulling away. He held me gently in his arms, his kisses falling with unbridled passion. ‘What's wrong with me?’ I screamed into my mind! ‘I should be fleeing for my very life right now!’ But I said nothing, and only a soft moan came from my throat.

Like a slap in the face, I came to the realization that his attention he was giving to me was why I remained. I had lacked love and caring as a youth in New York, here in some warped way I was getting what I so desperately desired. I swallowed hard, knowing that this path would surely lead to my destruction…yet I stayed.

I felt the corset loosen; a long string touched my calf lightly. His hands opened up the silky material and it too fell into the soft straw at our feet. ‘Here it is- this is where I die!’ I cried into my mind. His light touch danced along my shoulders until he brought them around to my front. Gently, he touched my flat stomach, the muscles twitched strangely as his hands worked slowly to my hips.

I tried to pull away, but the wall impeded me. He was thinking of only one thing right now, and the end result would be my demise. Slowly, he worked my lacy bloomers down past my hips, their straps releasing the hold on my stockings once they crossed the sleek smoothness of my shaved legs. I sighed, my eyes closed trying to block out the vision of what was happening to me.

His hands slid gradually up my waist and paused just below my chest. I closed my eyes tighter and raised my face to the rafters, knowing that I couldn’t prevent what my traitorous body was anticipating.
He lowered his head and began to kiss my bare shoulder, lightly a finger tip traced around my tight nipple. My breath left me in one great sigh, I felt my knees give and force me to grab onto his strong shoulder for support. "I want you," he whispered, his breath falling lightly into my ear, causing me to gasp.

Against my stomach, I could feel the aroused swell of this man. Using my small hands, I pushed against his chest; he raised his arms, and caught my wrists. Slowly and silently, he lowered them to the bulge in his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned them and they fell to the straw, he again took my retreating hands and placed them against his warm, bare penis.

I felt him suddenly grasp my chest, his hands full of flesh that had no right being there! My eyes snapped open, looking down, his thumbs were caressing the hard, stiff nipples that perched upon the surface of those pert, white orbs. I looked down and saw the strange swelling flesh, round and full the shape only distorted by the shadows of his hands as they hovered over them! My mind screamed in fear and shock, but I could force my voice to do anything except a soft, desperate sigh. I felt I looked as a fish out of water, slowly gaping for air as I looked down on what could only be considered as breasts.

Joshua lowered his head and began to kiss my stunned mouth, his tongue dancing against my own as he gently forced me down onto into the soft straw. I fell backward as his engorged penis tapped eagerly with the pulse of his rapidly beating heart.

With a free arm he gently removed one of my shoes. It slipped easily from my foot, and then he removed the other. This was soon followed by my stockings and strange bloomers with the many straps. I tried to stand up; his weight was too much as he gently worked my naked thighs to the outside of his own. I was now in deep trouble! He hungrily began to kiss my neck, his eager hands began racing through the long blonde wig I was wearing. At any moment, it would fall from my head and he most assuredly would strangle me with his bare hands.

His kisses fell upon my naked body as rain upon these Great Plains; I looked upward into the long slats of moonlight as he brought himself up to his knees and centered his thick body between my trembling legs.

My golden hair had fallen across my face, my view was impeded, pulling one hand away from his throbbing maleness, I swept the silky sun kissed hair away, and a slight pull at my scalp alerted me that this was no longer a wig that I wore…it was now my own hair! Inwardly, I cried in shock and fright, but I showed nothing on the outside, all Joshua saw was his young prairie beauty trying to coax a lustful rapture from her lover’s loins.

As if by their own violation, my legs snaked their way around his hips, locking behind his trim waist. My mind was reeling, ‘What am I doing? Run! Run!’ I screamed inside my head. I felt the tip of his throbbing muscle dance at my crotch, then slowly and gently he pushed forward. I felt myself part, accepting him inside. Carefully he pushed, then retreated slightly, then pushed again. A slow warm pain permeated deep inside me, then washed away with a feeling of euphoria as he pushed past that thin barrier.

My lips parted, yet no sound was issued from my throat…I was finished: in the straw among his horse team, I gave up. He would find out my lie and snuff the life from me quickly. Not once did I realize that he continued to use me as a man would his woman, slowly moving his hips in unison with my own. Joshua began to lightly kiss the twin points of my breasts; all the while he continued to pump me slowly. ‘How could he not see that I wasn't the woman he thought I was?’ I shouted to myself, but only a soft, animal-like moan could be heard from my throat. Again he tenderly kissed a long nipple, and the feeling made me shiver to my very core.

My eyes shot back to my chest, then I realized for the first time that I was a complete woman! I tried to rise up but his weight kept my head down. ‘Somehow I have become a female! It was the book, it had to be!’ I reasoned inside my confused mind. ‘I have become the perfect mate for this wonderfully gentle man.’ I began to look at him in a new light, ‘I am his wife, his woman. I will do anything he asks of me, I have to…wasn't that what Grandma said?’ My mind raced, ‘Oh God!’ I sighed, loud enough that I could hear myself.

Faster and faster he pumped into me, my body rocking together with him in our little dance of passion. Suddenly a powerful tingle started in my hips, slowly pulsating outward and toward my tight, stiff nipples. A loud raspy gasp came again from my mouth as a strange euphoria rocked me along with the man. He began to tense his hips and drive harder, my breath escaping in short gasps aided with each push from Joshua.
Faster and faster he thrust, higher and higher our passion rose. He began to pant, his breath also becoming raspy. "I'm close…" He gasped.

I could only grunt softly with each of his thrusts, my breath forced out in its unison with his hips. He bent down and kissed the valley between my gently rocking breasts. "If I let myself go, you could…become pregnant." His words were falling into my ears in short gasps.

I could say nothing, my toes curled, and ankles tightening their grip, his hands bracing his weight in the straw beside my head. With each forceful thrust, I began to draw him in harder with my legs. "So close..." he whispered haggardly, a small droplet of his sweat struck my breast, and then rolled up toward my shoulder.

I felt him spasm suddenly, his jerking movement left little doubt of what was happening inside my new womb. I could feel his warm seed as it pulsed into my eager cavity, still we continued to rock slowly until he was thoroughly finished.

I lay looking up at him, tears rolling toward my ears and into my long, golden hair. Joshua pulled the few remaining hair pins away, letting what had not fallen, spill about the straw in its unkempt glory. "God, you're beautiful!" He lowered his head and kissed my upturned lips, still panting from our recent love making.

He rose back up, kneeling in the soft golden prairie grass, still admiring what lay between my soft thighs. His gaze drank in my body as I lay against the straw; his hand stroked the side of my leg. "Thank you for marrying me."

I smiled, slowly closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. He moved beside me and lay down. His hand traced light circles on my breasts, "You're everything I had hoped for in a woman. It is as if God himself has created you just for me." I gave the barn rafters a knowing glance, for the book had proven itself true.

I smiled, wondering if his seed was racing toward my fertile womb. I knew it was, it had to be, and the words she had read said that I would be everything he wanted. I was, and the book saw to that. Against my soft thigh, I could feel his semi-erect penis as it throbbed with the beating of his racing heart.

He placed his warm hand upon my cheek, turning my face toward him. "About what happened earlier...its okay, I can imagine what a young woman such as you would think when suddenly confronted with losing her virginity." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. "I hope you don't feel that way now." He sighed, kissing my slender hand again.

I wanted to tell him everything, I smiled, trying to think of a graceful way of saying, I was a seventeen year old boy, suddenly transformed into the young woman he had just deflowered. I took a deep breath, intending to divulge my entire soul to this man. "It…was wonderful!" I sighed, a smile playing upon my lips, "I hope I'm able to…to give you many healthy children."

He smiled and kissed me passionately, "I hope you’re right." He laughed. I returned his kiss, slowly forcing him onto his back. I carefully placed my knee at the base of his stiff penis, stroking him ridged with the slight movement of my shifting touch. My body was doing things to him that I would never have tried on my own! Gradually I straddled him, kissing the hungry lips of my husband. His penis pointed upwards, toward my flat belly. He caressed the soft skin on the sides of my breasts, drawing one close to his lips with a kiss.

I felt myself shift and allow him to pull that erect nipple into his mouth. ‘My God!’ I thought, ‘Little infants, resulting from our coupling, will be drinking from that same nipple!’ My mind whirled with thoughts. ‘How will I survive being a wife and mother? Will I know what to do?’

I closed my eyes as he caressed my nipple with his tongue, ‘There could be worse fates,’ I thought. ‘So far, I've known what to do up to this point…as if Grandma’s prayers have filled my head with the knowledge it needed.’ Joshua moved to the other nipple, sending another little wave of pleasure throughout my body. "Uhhh..." I moaned aloud.

He shifted his hips again; I felt his stiff penis dancing at my feminine door. ‘Mmmm..its as if the words have filled my head with the knowledge of being female.’ I thought to myself, as I pushed back against the touch of his erect penis. The head of his throbbing organ slipped into my silky wet opening. I felt a shudder race into my crotch. Joshua began to thrust forward with his hips, but I kept him at bay. Kneeling over him, I wanted to prolong this exotic feeling that I was having for as long as I possibly could.

Gradually, I gave in to his hungry attacks upon my swaying breasts and sanctity of my groin, his hands had grasped the swell in my wide hips, forcing me down by sheer strength. I let him impale me with his manhood, deeper and deeper he pushed until I was setting upon his crotch. I leaned forward and lay along his chest, my breasts spilling against his warm skin. His dark face shrouded by my golden hair.

Slowly his hands stroked upward, along my hairless thighs, higher and higher they rose until he was dangerously close to my own feminine mound. We each began a steady sway, our hips rocking in a long slow dance. Was it five minutes, an hour? I had no way of knowing, for time seemed to stand still for us right then. All that mattered was our continued motion and what it was doing to us, and for us.

Faster and faster we grew in our movement, building again into a crescendo that brought a grunt from Joshua. I fell forward, my breasts lightly dragging against his tanned chest, my nipples caressing his own until a soft gasp broke from my throat as he again filled me with his wonderful seed. I lay on top of him panting, half laughing, and half gasping for air. We laid that way for awhile, our breathing rising and falling in chorus with the singing crickets outside.

He pulled my face toward his, still enjoying our nearness, he kissed me. "Let’s go inside where I can take you as a proper wife should be taken."

I sat up slowly; he was still penetrated deep into my womb. "If you insist..." I smiled.

"Oh…I insist." He kissed me deeply, drawing my full, lower lip into his mouth.

I waited until he no longer was firm before I climbed away, he laughed and picked up his jeans and held the lantern for me. I sought out the dress I had worn, picking up my corset, stockings, and shoes that had been discarded in our frenzied passion. Together we walked back toward the house naked, he closed the barn door and strode silently beside my small feminine form toward the door to the home, his shadow and mine merging as our young lives would now do. I thought it funny, it was as if it were a metaphor of my life, "One door opens as another closes." I smiled and sighed into my husband's face.

"Just like in the good book," he whispered, as he blew out the lantern prior to opening the door, and then we tip-toed into our little home.

I dropped my clothes on the floor and turned to face him. In the dark night we kissed, only our shadows against the bright yellow boards of the wall. In the inky darkness we took our bathes, although I must admit that mine was quite interesting as it was all I could do to keep him from taking me again right there in that small tub.

As soon as I had finished drying myself, he picked me up and laid me tenderly in our bed filled with straw ticking. I smiled at him, "This feels familiar," I laughed, as I thought about the clean straw inside our bedding and where we had been not long ago.

Joshua smiled, "The straw, or this?" He laid my small hand against his soft penis which was slowly growing and firming in my tender grasp. He kissed me and smiled, enjoying the shadow from one of my breasts as it fell over the other. "I love you, and have loved you since that moment I saw you at the train depot." he whispered.

"I love you too, Joshua," I sighed, and meant it. Still smiling, I closed my eyes, and Joshua began to lightly land butterfly kisses upon my breasts as I caressed him into a ridged hardness. He slowly rolled over me, I pulled my knees apart allowing him the access I so desperately wanted…and needed. Again, he filled me, I gasped softly to each wonderfully powerful stroke.

‘What of Grandma?’ I thought, ‘Would she still wonder what happened to me?’ My confused thoughts rocked under his movement. In the morning I would pen a letter to her, telling of my acceptance to what she had done. I closed my eyes, "Thank you Grandma," I sighed, gently touching the inside of his ear with my light kisses; he continued to ride me with passion.

I smiled at my lover, my husband, his eyes closed in wonderful bliss. I could go no further, for my journey had ended right on this little farm in the middle of nowhere. Wherever Joshua should go, I would make my home. For now, here with my husband and son, I would live out my life...I was finally home.