Bill Bailey

For Christ's sake she's gorgeous, too gorgeous. That dame sure is a sight for sore eyes, but I could tell right away she's trouble. I knew from the start she ain't half as innocent as she was pretending to be. She had Sam fooled but not to her credit. Sam's always a sucker for a virginal face. She sure is nice to look at, couldn't be more than 16 or 17 though; I'm sure of it. Plus that name.... I'd never be able to say it but somehow it made her exotic and even more tempting, this little farm chippy. I knew Sam wanted a piece of that pie, he wanted a piece of every pie. He always got it too. I know my place behind the boss and all too prepared I was to let him satisfy his sweet tooth. All too prepared, until she came walking up to me with her own pie in hand that is. Said she'd baked it specials for me. It was all too symbolic. As soon as she handed me that pan and blushed, trouble or not, I knew I wasn't going to let Sam have her all to his-self. This pie and the one she was holding were both mine for the taking, and I wasted no time in doing just that.

I knew there was something off about her uncle's reaction to and attention toward her, so I asked her if there was a private place we could meet next time I rolled through for a pick-up. She told me there were only three buildings on the farm, including her house, none of which were safe. However, there was a small shack her uncle had lived in when he first moved over from Ireland.

'It's over 20 years old and practically a heap of rotted boards. There's no roof but enough of it's walls are standing to hide whatever we decide to do out there. It's fairly far from everything too. Out in the old cotton field. I can take you out there, if you take me while we're in there.'

She pulls me to her with her small hand on the back of my neck. She's mighty strong for such a skinny looking thing. We kiss for a few minutes behind the cafe and I can feel the lower part of my body prepare to do more. But my thoughts are worried for her. We had just finished loading and were heading out when she approached me and dragged me into the shadows. I knew her uncle should still be under the barn, but he might not be. I thought she was brave and though I wanted to feel the juice that was dripping down her thighs with something other than my fingers, I knew it wasn't a good time. Plus, I had work to do and hooch to get to Sam; after all I was a business man. I didn't get this far by putting my dick before my work.

I tell her next week I'd come two hours early and meet her at the end of the road so she could show me the old shack. She says her uncle would be getting our order together and finishing last minute jobs at that time so I'd work just fine. She also tells me that her uncle decided to close the speakeasy that's under the cafe on the nights of our pick-up, so no one else would be around to see either. Isaiah and Ms. Carlyle would be helping in the barn as well. So I kiss her one more time, slap that peach of an a*s as she walks away and then pick up her pie. I'd share it with the boys on the long drive back. She's a swell cook after all, I remember the banana bread we had the first visit. I lick her juice from my fingers on the walk to the flivver... wow she really does taste as sweet as pie. I got hard all over again in anticipation for next week.