Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... to the shelter, Joyce found that the end nearest to the hill had been sectioned off to store the fodder, about ten feet deep and sixty feet long, with a full height door, closed by a secure latch. Inside, it was stacked with hay in one half, and wooden crates filled with the root crops from the garden in the other side, reaching up three quarters to the ceiling, and everything bone dry. It was also cool, despite the hot sun outside, being partly shaded by the trees, and the south wall being double skinned. There was a large turnip cutter against the inner wall, hand driven, with a side chute into a wheelbarrow that was parked next to it, and when she spun the handle round, Joyce could easily see how the machine functioned. Setting it open, she placed a swede in the hopper, wound the handle, and a geared crank lowered a top plate that forced the vegetable through a set of parallel blades. When it reached the bottom, the plate was lifted up again, and inch thick slices of swede dropped into the barrow, releasing the fragrance of the root’s juices. By the time she’d put six swedes through the cutter, and they’d all dropped into the wheelbarrow, the cattle were gathering round the door, no doubt attracted by a long missed treat. Joyce pushed them out of the way so she could get out and close the door, then wheeled the fodder to a trough on the side of the shelter, scooping the slices and spreading them the full length so all the cattle could get a share. They seemed very ...

... appreciative as they stood munching a change of diet they’d not had chance to enjoy for a long time. Satisfied with the task she’s accomplished, Joyce put everything back in its proper place, cleaned the cutter with a brush hung on the wall, and latched the door behind her. It was late afternoon, so Joyce headed back towards the house, intending to get something to eat before exploring the small home in more detail, and as they were walking, Div asked what had prompted her to come here. He knew he’d wanted a remote location, but Joyce had been very specific about this being where she wanted to be, and she’d already known exactly where it was, so she explained it to him. Joyce had picked this location because she wanted to test her theory about using the Guyver to locate residual gold in a worked out mine, one that could be bought for a low price. She’d first come across it in a newspaper article, returned from a Google search as part of her college project on homestead lifecycles, where it was listed for foreclosure due to unpaid taxes. She’d followed the link on a hunch, discovering that the property taxes hadn’t been paid in fifty years, but it turned out that it had come under the homestead exemption laws for providing the surviving spouse with shelter. The law provides an exemption from property taxes which can be applied to a home, and the protection is automatic. In this area, exemption protects 160 acres of land of any value outside of a municipality's corporate limits, and ...