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Tristan Farnon had spent all day up in the dales on farm visits. It was mid July, the temperatures were rising, the fields were damp, green and lush. Creatures, great and small, were born, and it seemed to be no end to all the births he had to take care of. So far today; two calves, one foal and even a litter of pups.
His presence had been almost unnecessary because the animals gave birth with minimal effort. Or maybe it was his magical skills that made it happen? Another funny thing he had noticed during the day was the amount of female company he had experienced. It seemed no men were at home. And the women were all baking and brewing and cooking, and they invited him in, of course.
As usual, he had exaggerated his own actions a little bit. Made the births look harder than they were. He even dressed off more than he needed to. Shirt off right away and so on. It made the girls and women blush and stay longer (and closer) by his side, admiring him and his work.
The last call had been at the Dalby farm. The widow there was now trying building up a healthy livestock of cattle, and one of the cows had calved yesterday. Tristan was just going to check up on the calf, so the call should be nothing but quick. The calf was strong and ready to get out on the fields with his mother, but when Tristan got out of the barn, mrs Dalby shouted at him from an open window.
“Do come in, I’ve made some really fresh lemonade!”
Tristan was unable to resist, he was both hot and thirsty. As he made his way inside, he discovered the amount of newly baked bread in the kitchen.
“Mrs Dalby, you have really been working hard!”
“Oh yes, you know, the best time for baking bread is on waxing moon!” she said with a breathy voice.
“Do sit down, you must be hungry after all the … hard… work you have been doing today!”
Suddenly he noticed her nearly open blouse. The profile of her breasts, apparently without any kind of brassiere or slip. He could see her pointy nipples through the fabric! This was highly inappropriate, but hey! He could play along. So he opened his shirt a bit more and rolled up his sleeves.
“It’s really getting hot up in the dales these days. Lovely with a bit of summer, isn’t it?”
She nodded and served him a large glass of lemonade.
“I have always loved summer. Makes me feel younger. And happier.”
She looked at him over the rim of her own glass. Then she moved her chair closer to his. He could see that she had hitched up her skirt, revealing milky white knees and thighs. And THERE she landed her hand on his thigh. He almost gulped out the lemonade he had in his mouth.
“What a handsome man you’ve become, Tristan Farnon,” she said. “So strong and skilled!”
This was nice.
“Thank you, mrs Dalby.”
“Are you hungry? I have lots of food here, as you can see.”
“No thanks, this lemonade is more than enough. It tastes divine, by the way. It was exactly what I needed right now.”
“Are you sure? That you don’t… need… anything else?”
Okay, mrs Dalby, what are you up to?
“Ahem, yes, I think I’m fine.”
“Because I need something else,” she said and without any hesitation she straddled him.
“I need you,” she whispered and went straight for his lips.
Whoah, this is too much even for me!
A loud cry sounded from outside.
“Mother! Billy lost a shoe in the river!”
Mrs Dalby ripped herself away from Tristan.
“Those damn boys!” she muttered and hurried out the door.
Tristan sent a heartfelt thank you to the lord above.
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Interesting, he thought as he drove into the back yard of Skeldale house. The girls were as transformed, sweaty and flirty all through the day. A pity he hadn’t had any calls up at the Rudds’. He would have LOVED seeing some of Edith’s curvy body without all the boring clothing she always wore.
James was already home. He had not gotten out of the Vauxhall yet, he was just sitting there in the shadow with the door open. Tristan parked, and Siegfried came whistling out of the shed, with a basket full of eggs.
“Ah, Tristan! Your hens are producing eggs like never before, well done. But what is happening, boys? You look so uncomfortable?”
James got out of the car. He was the pure picture of unsecurity, hands deep in his pockets. Siegfried approached him.
“Did something happen? Problems with an animal? You should have called!“
James sighed.
“No, nothing happened. Everything went smooth. Only the girls… women… I could hardly keep their hands off me!”
He looked embarrassed.
Tristan could not believe his ears.
“You too? The same happened to me! Mrs Dalby almost raped me. Who were you exposed to?”
James blushed.
“Annabel Dinsdale. I think she was trying to feel me up… I had to escape.”
“Aah, the lovely Annabel. A shame I wasn’t there. That girl is a dragon.”
Siegfried looked smug.
“You know, boys, it’s full moon. It’s just how it is. I preferred to stay here, with some medicine brewing and light caring for the animals in the shed. I’ve managed to avoid any female company this whole day.”
“Come on, Siegfried, full moon doesn’t make the girls go crazy?”
“Ah, but it’s not only full moon. It’s a SUPER full moon.”
Tristan looked at James, who seemed to understand just as little as he did.
“Don’t they teach you anything at school? When a full moon takes place when the moon is near its closest approach to the Earth, it is called a super full moon. And it has a very strong impact on people, it is said. Women are ovulating by the numbers. Some will find it difficult to sleep tonight -”
Tristan held up a hand.
“All right, all right. What a crazy mix of science and superstition. Do you even believe it yourself?”
Siegfried hesitated.
“Of course I do. Why else have I been staying at home on a lovely day like this?”
“But it couldn’t have been that important to you. Because mrs Hall is still here. You must have bumped into her during the day?”
Siegfried smiled in triumph.
“I have managed to avoid that.”
Just as he had spoken the words, the kitchen window was opened.
“Mr Farnon! I made your favourite meal!”
Mrs Hall leaned out, wearing a very VERY short sleeved blouse in a very VERY thin fabric. She waved at him and got back inside. They could see Siegfried’s shoulders tense.
“I think you have to get in there and dig in, big brother.”
Tristan said with a grin.
“I’m not sure… maybe I have to check the shed for eggs again.”
“If you wait only a few minutes, you might be off the hook.” James added.
“I saw that clock maker with his dog heading into town as I drove back only a while ago. He is probably on his way here. With a bit of luck, he gets into the dragon’s den before you do, Siegfried!”
Siegfried didn’t look relieved at all.
“What clock maker?”
“You know, the nice chap with glasses and a limp, who takes Mrs Hall out for walks every now and then. “
Tristan giggled. “He’s probably taking her for more than a walk today, if the super full moon theory is correct.”
Siegfried sent him a sharp glance.
“Don’t talk like that about our dear Mrs Hall.”
Then he loosened his tie and put it in his pocket. The vest was unbuttoned and thrown into the back seat of the Rover.
“What are you doing?” Tristan asked.
“That clock maker is not going to take mrs Hall for a walk today. Someone has to keep her here, and I guess that lot is mine. I am now entering the dragon’s den.”
He braced himself, rolled up his sleeves and headed for the door.
“Siegfried! Take the egg basket with you. It will work wonders!”