"Oh yeah! Have you seen this girl?"
"No, but Shirley says she is pretty."
At that point Shirley came back with the drinks. Lance and I were both fucked out so I taped cotton balls to her nipples so they wouldn't rub raw again on her dress and took her home.
We slept so soundly we were almost late for school. Lance called a multiple list real estate office and told them what we were looking for. At noon he told me excitedly that the man told him he had found just what we were looking for and would meet us after school to look at it.
The place was about twelve miles out of town. The real estate man bored us silly with stories about the people on ranches on the way to the place. Finally we got to a big gate blocking a gravel road, The forest on both sides of the gate had signs saying. "No hunting or trespassing. Violators will be prosecuted. After he opened the gate he told us that the road was essentially our private road. The owners of the place we were going to had sold the land around their farm to Weyerhauser Timber but they had found spotted owls on it so Weyerhauser couldn't log it. Then he told us the "sad" story. The original owner had homesteaded the place and had made a fair living raising vegetables. When his son inherited it he decided the deer, Elk, etc were eating too many veggies so he spent a fortune fencing the whole place with an eight foot high electrified fence to keep them out. This and buying a bunch of un-needed equipment and remodeling the house had broke him. Because of this we could buy the place cheap from the bank that had foreclosed on it.
When he opened the gate at the driveway to the ranch he warned us not to touch the fence. He had accidentally touched it on his first inspection and his arm had been numb the rest of the day.
About ten blocks later we saw the house. It was not very big but seemed sound. There was also a big barn and about twenty acres of land. That really excited Lance because he was taking flying lessons. Dad was a big believer in any kind of education or skill training. He had told Lance that he would buy him an airplane if he got his licence so he could fly Mom around to go shopping. "Heather! If we got the place I could put in an airstrip and I could park the plane in the barn." I was skeptical. The more I saw the more expensive this place was looking to me. What sold me was when he showed us the basement. The owners had used it for cool storage for veggies. It had a nine foot ceiling with gobs of open beams to hang things from and solid concrete walls with no windows. The real estate man explained that it could easily be heated by opening the ducts to it from the furnace and the big wooden door at the north end could be replaced by windows if we wanted to convert it to a rec- room. I wanted to make a rec-room alright but it would be nothing like what he had in mind. I was already placing hooks, winches, stretching racks and pillories in my mind. I asked the question I feared would kill my daydream. "How much would this cost."
"Well the bank is asking seventy five 'K' but I know there is only sixty owed on it. If you offered sixty I am sure they would go for it. They haven't had any offers for almost a year. Most people don't like this much isolation. It is ten miles to the nearest grocery store. Kids would have a long walk to the school bus stop."
That was no problem. Lance and I got bonds for every birthday and Christmas from dad and other relatives. We could come up with thirty 'K' each just by selling a few of them. I told him to make the offer. The next day we got good news and bad news. The good news was the bank had gone for it. The bad news was that since we were under eighteen we needed Dad's approval. We dreaded asking but to our surprise he was delighted. "I am glad to see you are interested in investing in real estate. You are chips off the old block." Then he went on to tell us the stories for about the twentieth time, how he had made a killing on a couple of real estate deals. It was no time to remind him that he had bought some land he had paid taxes on for years that had not appreciated. He was even more delighted when Lance told him he was going to put in an airstrip. "Good idea Son! You won't have to pay those greedy bastards hangar rent. I bet you could build condos around it and sell them to other pilots." God forbid. We would have to go shopping again. I replied, "Great idea Dad! of course that would have to be down the line. It would have to be rezoned." He came back, "Oh of course. All real estate deals take time. You have to hold them long enough to make them qualify as capital gain or the fucking IRS will take most of your profit."
We bagged our afternoon classes to close the deal. Shirley was disappointed she could not go along but we did not want her to see the place till we were ready for her. We stopped at one of Dad's ranches to borrow power saws and all kinds of tools then loaded two pick-ups with wood and hardware. Thank god Lance had taken wood-shop to avoid a class that involved study. We worked like beavers every afternoon and night after school. By friday he and I had built a rack to stretch someone with a boat winch, pillories, an X shaped device to tie someone to, saw horses secured to the floor to bend someone over for spankings, our block full of tacks to sit her down on, and an entire table full of tacks. We got so horny thinking of Shirley squirming around on the tacks face down while we whipped her ass and back we had to stop for a quick fuck. Lance found a splintery fence post split in a V shape so he put legs on it so we could seat her on it while we whipped her. I tested it and there was no way I could stand to have my full weight driving that sharp, splintery wedge into my beaver. Of course we put hooks all over on the ceiling, walls and floor to tie her.
Lance said that he only had to make one more solo cross- country flight to qualify for his pilots license so he planned to fly to San Francisco to shop directly for other goodies at a place that advertised all kinds of whips and torture devices in a catalogue. I decided Shirley should have one more treat before we really put the heat on her so I talked Lance into taking us along, He resisted at first because legally he couldn't take passengers but he finally decided he could meet us at a small strip where his instructor could not see us get in and could land at a small field near San Francisco that would not be likely to have any F.A.A. people on it. Her mother borrowed a hundred dollars from me to help pay the rent so of course she had no objections to Shirley going with us. She said something I really did not pay attention to at the time. "I trust you to take care of my little girl. She is better off with you than me."
I hadn't really been interested in flying but I found out it was fun especially when Lance let me control it. I decided I would take lessons too. At the field Lance rented a van and I rented a convertible then we went our separate ways planning to meet at the hotel I had reserved later that night.
Shirley had a blast shopping. I bought her one really nice dress since I knew Lance would want to go to a fancy restaurant, then spent the rest of the time at sleazy shops that must have catered to whores. Shirley had taste for shit. Her favorite things were a satin Mini-dress, a super short vinyl skirt, and a sequinned half-shirt that barely covered the bottoms of her tits. She really had gotten used to being naked. When a man came into the dressing room to hand her yet another transparent blouse she took it from him stark naked without blinking an eye even though he was staring at her shaved pussy.
My feet were getting tired and I was getting bored with all her gushes over the clothes so we went to the hotel. I had her give me a massage and then go down on me. I ordered some champagne from room service then we took a shower together so she could wash my back. I had her wash my pussy and ass-hole then taste it to make sure it was clean. Just as she was drying me off the bellhop arrived with the champagne. It was fun watching his eyes pop while I signed the tab stark naked. Naturally he didn't ask for I.D.