My submission for TTT
Maybe to late oops sorry.
Very young Tom and his brother who live on a farm.
No real warning other than some trying to get nookie without consent.
He stood there pitchfork in hand looking lean, mean and bronzed. His dark brown hair glisten with sweat and his many muscles rippled as he threw the hay bales up on to the truck, like he was throwing bubbles.
He turned his eyes to me for a moment and smiled at me with his wolfish grin.
“Hey beautiful want to have a roll in this stuff when I’m done stacking it”
“For the last time you arrogant sod the answer is no” I yelled at him in the hopes that this time he would get the message.
“You’re not still banging book boy are you, what the bloody hell do you see in him?”
“Depth Danny, something you will never have” and on that rather pleasing answer from me, I got back on my bike and rode off up the lane to, as Danny called him book boys house.
Yes,Tom was not your normal Farmers son, his brother Danny had got all the muscle and brooding looks, while Tom was tall, thin with blonde, wild, curly hair and a boyish grin that I felt just begged to be kissed. Danny was good for carting and manual work and didn’t bother himself with anything too strenuous in the thinking line. Tom was the opposite he looked like a good breeze could knock him down but he was clever, thoughtful and could understand more than his own needs.
Biking up to the house I wished for the 100th time that Danny on this occasion was right, and I was banging the farmers younger son but Tom hadn’t made a move towards me. It was the one time his great brain let him down he could not see the girl, he could only see his school chum and friend who needed, for the millionth time help with her English lit homework.
Up the drive I could already see Tom wandering around the garden book in hand, seemingly talking to himself. When I got up close I realised he was learning lines from Cymbeline. He and a group of like minded friends where putting it on at the village hall, Danny thought this was the funniest thing ever and ribbed Tom about it when ever he could, mainly when he was out with his dumb friends.
“Good morrow fairest sister………”
“Well thank you kind sir”
“No…. Oh…. Sorry that was not for you, I was practising my lines” He look kinda panic so I backed off with a smart answer.
“I know you idiot, anyway I’m almost a damsel in distress I’ve come for your help with the English lit homework”
“Oh fairest maiden, you must come hither and I will help you as I may, plus you’ll get a free cup of tea”
“Is there a chance of a hobnob?”
“Only if you study hard and learn the secrets of this book” I’ve been trying to learn the secrets of your bloody book for year I thought.
We settled down at his mother’s dining room table, heads together getting to grips with “The importance of being Earnest” for the next hour, me taking very little in apart from his wonderful smell and how beautiful his eyes were I had decided to give up and make moves to pack up and go home, where I could cry in my bedroom over the fickle hand of fate and such stuff, when in walks Danny.
“Tom get outside and feed the pigs will you, dad wants me to plow the top field and I can’t do it all”
“Ill feed the horse, you feed the pigs they hate me!” This was true I’d seen it before the horses loved Tom, it was the only animals on the farm he understood and he rode far better than Danny and that pissed Danny off big time. So in true style he would always make Tom do the other animals that Tom hated, the pigs being top on this list as they seem to smell the fear and have as much fun at Toms expense as they could.
“Nope I’m doing them, get out and do the bloody pigs” I’ve seen men heading for the gallows have happier expressions than the one Tom had now, so I felt it my duty as a modern women to aid the man she loved in times of trouble
“Come on we’ll do it together” Danny saw an opportunity and went for it,
“That’s it Tommy get your girl to hold your hand, and while you’re at it quote the pigs some of that Shakespeare bloke you like so much, might calm them down perhaps a little Hamlet” laughing at his own joke he left the room. Tom yelled at his back “she’s not my girl and I don’t need my hand held” It was only when he looked at me he realised how much he’d hurt me.
“Well it seems you don’t need me so I’ll be off” and I too walked off out the door trying really hard not to cry.
Outside Danny was still laughing at his joke, seeing me leaving in an obvious mood just adding to his glee,
“Well little lady, what about my offer, book boy having turned you down and all”
“If you were the last man on earth and the continuation of the human race depended on us, then mankind is doomed,cos I would touch you with a pitchfork”
“You posh little bitch always thinking you’re too good for the likes of me, well I’ll show you” and before I could go anywhere I was pinned up against the farmhouse wall by his hot sweaty body. This was no clean smelling gentleman this was just an angry bull with horny intent. His hands seem to be everywhere at once and his mouth was trying to invade mine with is slimy, bad tasting tongue. I’d always said in this situation I would be a fighter, but my mind had gone blank refusing to understand what was happening and my body would not move.
Without warning he stopped and dropped, I didn’t understand, he just lay there eyes blank and a trickle of blood from his head. It was only when I looked beyond him I saw Tom wielding a pitchfork that I realised I’d been saved.
“Shit are you OK? I’ll kill him if he’s hurt you?”
“I think you just might have done so” But at that point the prone Danny groaned and moved a bit.
“Nope he’s still with us, shame!” Tom dropped his weapon and came over to me,wrapping me in warm arms and kissed my head.
“I am so sorry, you will always be my girl I was just too scared to ask you. I came out to find you and apologise but seeing him trying to ….. Well you know.. I saw red and hit him with the first thing I could lay my hands on”
“Well you’re a prat Tommy boy, cos all you had to do was ask me and I would have been yours and that’s since infants when you stood on my lunch box and broke it”
This time the kisses I received were very welcome, so was the hand that held mine and lead me up to his bedroom and the soft careful way he made love to me. All the time telling me he was sorry and how he’d kill Danny if he ever tried to touch me again. When we lay in each others arms all warm and content. He looked at me and asked
“You wouldn’t help me with those bloody pigs still would you, they really do hate me” and then grinned.