Rambler

story continued from The Pool, The Orchard & the Pony & Picking Apples with Penelope “Hello?” “Ah, hello Craig, glad to hear you were waiting by the phone. I need you at my place at 2pm this afternoon. No clothes.” Susan rang off, leaving me to listen to dial tone while contemplating what would happen to me this time. A year had gone by since Susan, my late uncle’s widow, had tricked me into becoming her ponyboy. We’d had some interesting adventures, but the one she had in store for me this time topped the lot. So I finally plucked up enough courage to share it with you all. ...

continued from The Pool, The Orchard & the Pony As I pulled up in my car at my aunt Susan’s, I wondered what the afternoon had in store for me. Ever since Susan had tricked me into becoming her ponyboy, the previous summer, I had been to her house several times and, more often than, not, had to prance around the orchard in the nude while pulling Susan in a little cart behind me. But she had been quite kind, really; there had been no summons during the cold of winter. ...

I was always the one in my family who got lumbered with the jobs no-one else wanted, so it was no surprise that when my Uncle William died I would be the one asked to help with clearing out his old stuff. Uncle William had been pretty wealthy, and owned a large detached house just outside the village with a swimming pool at the back, an orchard tacked on behind it and a stable yard round the side of the house. ...