About the only thing ‘country’ about her room was a woven wool blanket with an obvious Native American theme in deep browns, rusts reds and warm ochres.
He quickly glanced around the room trying to imagine where he would hide a toy like what she had described and then got down on his knees to peer beneath the bed which only revealed the bare hardwood floor. He stood up and glanced around again, his eyes landing on an antique chest of drawers that came up to his chin.
Jake stepped over and quickly pulled each drawer open, his eyes lingering for a moment inside a drawer filled with both cotton panties as well as black, red and even white lace lingerie. Other drawers revealed blouses, thermal underwear, jeans and one filled with an assortment of clutter for sewing. When he reached the largest bottom drawer he was surprised to find it locked.
He stared at the drawer for another moment, the length and depth of the drawers he had opened having plenty of room to hide a toy like Becky had described. He got down on his knees and leaned in to take a close look at the old, antique brass lock. In books it would be child’s play to pick the lock, but he didn’t have a clue to even how to start. He stood up and glanced around the room wondering where the key might be hidden and then left, making sure to shut the door behind him before hurrying out to the barn, pausing only long enough to grab another roll of ham and a thick slice of cheese wrapped in a paper towel.
“What were you doing in there,” Becky asked the moment he stepped inside the barn, “Taking a nap or jerking off?”
“I…” Jake said while trying to keep his sudden guilt from showing to clearly on his face.
He was suddenly saved by a black horse with white splotches on its face coming over and shoving its nose against his shoulder.
“That’s Quarter Moon,” Becky said and walked over to slap the horse on the flank, “We just call her Moony though.
“She’s a sweetheart, probably just hoping you have a carrot for her.”
The horse blew its warm breath out in Jake’s face and then turned to Becky who proffered a broken piece of carrot to her. The horse took the offering and with another snuffle walked away. Jake warily watched the horse, its tail swatting back and forth.
“They aren’t in stalls?” Jake asked when he saw another horse walking through the barn.
“They come and go as they please,” Becky replied and leaned up against the door frame of one of the stalls.
“Here,” Jake said and offered the paper towel to Becky who took it with a surprised look.
She unwrapped the offering and gave a small nod.
“Thanks,” Becky said before quickly finishing the food that Jake had brought out.
Jake watched her eat, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing and tried not to glance too often at her breasts or her sports bra that she was still wearing.
“What else are we supposed to do?” Jake asked when Becky had finished eating.
“Really just Amadeus,” Becky replied and pushed away to start walking towards the last stall, “Muck out his stall and put in new hay and we’re pretty much done.”