I looked into her eyes more deeply as I handed her the water. I could see desire in them. She was not in any hurry, so, I gave her a lounge chair that...I was about to place on my backyard deck. She asked if she could see the back yard so, we walked around back kind of slowly as she was examining the small flower garden I had just planted. "Lovely" she said. "Thank You" I replied with a hint of sexy desire in my voice. I watched her closely as she stretched out on the lounge chair and settled her. "I am," I replied. "You sir have me at a disadvantage." I know I sounded like Scarlet O'Hara. I even felt bad about it."Jim Abraham," he said. "I have a proposition for you." Oh really, and what would that be?" I asked."They say you make beautiful and haunting drawings. Make a series of drawings based on the plight of modern farmers," he suggested."I don't know, it sounds time consuming and a bit pricey," I suggested."Oh so your words were all just to rally the cannon fodder?" he. Her face was long with a long, aristocratic nose, full rosy lipsthat were curled in a mischievous smile, and framed in a mass of curls,black as night, that flowed down over her shoulders. Now the only women any of us had seen in the last two months was dried upold farm wives, wrinkled and skinny and brown from working too hard in thesun. If they was ever juicy young gals, it was too long ago, and ifthere'd been any daughters even close to old enough to fuck, they was longgone, hiding from us.. Finally, it myst have gotten too sensitive, and he told me, "Okay, that's enough". He slid out of my mouth and zipped up. Then, he cupped my chin, told me "Good girl", and gave me $5. I didn't do it for money, and I was a lityle confused. It was probably his "thing", and, having no job, the money was appreciated, regardless. I was left with a hard cock in my pants and my hand covered in my own come, which I wiped on some leaves and later rinsed in a stream. I walked home in a bit of a daze. I.