Oh well, I’m sure you know what I mean my love. I shall write to Beatrice and tell her.”“We’ll both write to her,” said Victoria. “I’m s...re they will be in San Francisco long enough for it to find them there.”“Yes, of course, my love. That is what we will do. Now, should you stay at home and rest? What does Doctor Foster say? We must look after you.”Victoria laughed. “I am with child, Peter, not ill. I will be very careful. But I will not allow the business to suffer either.”She went on to tell. It was damned hard work driving a heavy old tractor in large fields ploughing, cultivating, dragging, etc, feeding the a****ls. Milking the cows using machines though I knew how to do it by hand, and shovelling cow and pig shit, a dirty necessary job. Digging and installing fence posts, baking and stacking hundred pound hay/alfalfa bales had built me up to the best physical shape of my life so when I left for Basic Infantry Training with the Army in California Training was much easier though. You want some guy to see your daughter flopping around with no bra?"Before he could answer, Kelly spoke up. "Mother," she cried in exasperation, "I do not flop around! Jeez, you'd think I was built like an old milk cow to hear you talk!"It was true, Karol knew. She had been exaggerating. And maybe deep down she resented that Kelly didn't flop, she admitted to herself. Because, even though her own breasts were great for her age, she was nevertheless quite aware of how much firmer and more. Something seemed to be on his mind. Charlie went to his room and slept a while, the day's events catching up with him. When he came down the farmer had put together a basic meal and they ate in silence. The farmer spent the rest of the evening polishing his shotgun beside the fire. "Get much shooting in around here?" asked Charlie sipping his tea. "Plenty of rabbits. You can have a go tomorrow if you like. Have to buy your own cartridges though, too bloody expensive today. ".