Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.
George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”
“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked, with a twinkle in her eye.
“Honey,” her replied, “there’s nothing I'd like more than to have company, but if I’m late, Fred will have a cow. And you know damned good and well that if we shower together this morning, I will be late.”
“M-m-m. I s’pose you’re right, “ Isolde replied. “Well, I’ll go make us some coffee and breakfast, and pack your lunch for you.”
“I’m heading for the downstairs shower,” Terry said. “I’ll build the coffee on my way, and it can be started while you mess with breakfast.”
“Well, in that case, I’m gonna strip these sheets and toss them in the washer. The last thing we need is cum stains all over them, and you guys both made a lovely mess last night. If I hadn’t had so much wine, I probably would have changed them last night.”
“Right!" George and Terry replied in unison. And Terry added, “As I recall, you were in no condition to change anything last night.”
“Hey!” she replied.”I had all my faculties. It was you two who were all worn out.”
“Which explains why everyone immediately fell asleep,” piped in George.
They all laughed then, and Isolde said, “I love you guys. Now get on with the both of you. We gotta get this day started.” She started removing the sheets.
Terry stood in the doorway for a minute, admiring her round buttocks as she bent over the bed. Then he turned, and headed for the stairs, following George out into the hallway. He reached out and touched George’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked quietly, hoping Isolde didn’t hear.
George froze, and turned slightly. “You know, this sounds crazy, but I really am. Frankly, Terry, I’m a little surprised. Oh, I had my moments of self-pity, and probably will continue to have them occasionally, but really, I am okay with it. You’re a good guy. You and I like each other, and can learn to be good friends, and Lord knows, we work well enough together. It’s obvious that you and Isolde are falling in love , and I have to admit, I’m reaping the benefit of that, too. I guess love is one of those things that, the more you have for someone, the more you can have for everyone. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does, silly,” Isolde said, walking out of the bedroom with her arms full of bedclothes. “Now quit philosophising, and get your butt into the shower, or you’re gonna make yourself late.”
While she was making breakfast, Isolde thought about what she had to do today. She wanted to run to Parole Plaza and pick up some more sets of sheets, and she decided she wanted to change the curtains in the living room. She wanted to see if she could find some tab curtains in a linen or at least ecru, to lighten the room a bit. The dark curtains in there were all right for the rustic look, but she wanted the room to feel a little more inviting, and less cabin-like. She wondered if Terry would mind her using his Jeep to run a few errands. When he came out of the shower, she handed him his coffee, and said, “I assume you’re going to bale that hay today. Do you mind if I borrow your Jeep to run a few errands?”
“Of course not, “Terry replied. “I won’t need it, except to get to the farm, and you can drop me off. I’ll give you a call from the house when I get finished making the bales, and you can come pick me up.”
While George and Terry were eating their breakfast, Isolde jumped into the shower. She washed quickly, and decided to forego underwear. So she just pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and was back downstairs, just as George was about to leave for work.
“Give me a kiss goodbye, Bucko,” she said to him. “And good luck with the Monsterati.”
"Maserati," corrected Goerge.
"It's becoming a monster, the way it has taken over your work schedule."
“Well, unless there are any surprises, I’ll get the engine together and bolted up to the transmission today,” George said. “Then, tomorrow… no, tomorrow, we’re all gonna get the hay in the barn….Thursday, I’ll drop it in. By Friday afternoon, I should be ready for a test drive.”
“Good luck,”Terry called after him,as he went out the door. Turning to Isolde, he said, “Whenever you’re ready, I am.”
“Shit,” she laughed, "you’re always ready.” And she felt her nipples harden at the thought.
Terry reached out and brushed one lightly with the back of his knuckle. “Well, yeah, but I meant ready to drop me off at the barn.”
“Let me grab my backpack,” Isolde replied, “I need my license.”
They went out together then. As they got into the Jeep, Isolde said, “I have an idea. Since I’m going to be running up and down the road anyway, why don’t I bring you some lunch around noon. Too bad we didn’t grab George’s blanket from his car. We could have had a picnic lunch.”
“Oh, I think he might have thought we were going to use it for something else if we had, “ Terry said, over the roar of the engine. “We can just sit on a couple of hay bales over near the woods. If we wait till one o’clock or so, that side of the field will be shaded enough.”
They pulled into the driveway, and Terry shut off the motor. All of a sudden, he didn’t want to work on the farm. All he wanted to do was stay with Isolde all day. Looking at how her breasts filled out the tee shirt began to give him an erection. Shit. I have to get this hay baled, or it will get rained on, he thought to himself. Oh well. There will be time enough for all that tonight.
Isolde sat there in the passenger seat, thinking Terry was going to say something. She sensed that there was something on his mind, and she sat quietly, waiting for him to get it out. As she sat there, she had a sudden flash of memory. “Never try to out stubborn a cat,” she had read once. Then she realized where she had read it. It was in “The Notebooks of Lazurus Long”, which were a series of interludes in Time Enough For Love, by Robert A Heinlein. I wonder if I can find a copy of that in Barnes and Noble, she thought to herself. I think maybe we should all three read that together. There might be some insights in there about how to carry on a three-way loving relationship. Maybe I should look to see if they have any books about open marriages or polyandry, too, while I am at it.
Terry heaved a sigh and opened the car door then. As he got out, he said, “I just realized I have to switch over the hay rake for the baler. Would you mind giving me a hand?”
“I’d be happy to.”
Terry reached up on the tractor, and switched on the ignition. Then he pulled the spark advance all the way down, pulled out the choke all the way, and eased the throttle up about one-fourth open. Walking around to the front of it, He grasped the crank in both hands. Giving a quick jerk upward, and dropping the handle, he turned over the engine. It caught on the first try, and he ran around and eased the spark advance up until it was chugging away smoothly. Then he eased in the chooke slightly. He stood there.,, listening to it, and in a moment, pressed the chike button all the way in. The tractor sat there and idled, with a distinctive two cylinder diesel engine thump-thump, thump-thump. Raising his voice over it, he said to Isolde, “I’m going to miss that sound.”
“Bob is going to need to keep the park grounds mowed down," Isolde said.
