“Wait, what?” Jake replied, “Why can’t you?”
“Dad made it clear the ranch is mine,” Becky replied, “I don’t have to keep running it if I don’t want to, but it’s mine.
“Even with the ranch though, I’d have to take out loans for school and what would I take? Animal husbandry? Veterinary medicine? I can guarantee you that I’ve had my arm shoved up to the elbow in more horse’s pussy than any of the damn teachers.”
“That’s way too much information for me,” Jake said, his eyes wide.
Becky rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Relax Shorty,” Becky said sarcastically, “It’s what you do when a mare is having problems foaling.
“I meant…”
“What?” Jake asked.
Becky sighed and glared at him, Jake unsure what he had said or done until she continued.
“How many people do you think I see a week? Hell, in a month? How many guys our age do you think I get to see or flirt with?
“It’s a two hour drive on a dirt road just to get to town, and it has… count em! A grand total of one damn stop sign! Not even a stop light! My Friday night excitement is watching Amadeus shove his two foot dick up some mare’s pussy!
“I’d like to see people, you know, and have a chance to get laid more than once a fucking year when the ranch hands show up to help with the cattle!”
“Two foot!” Jake snorted, “Right.”
“Ok, Shorty,” Becky said while rolling her eyes at him, “You go and believe whatever you want, but wait until you see the dildo I have that petty much looks exactly like him!”
“You… you’ve got a…” Jake began before Becky cut him off.
Becky glared at him and then held out her hands about two feet apart and raised her eyes at him. She shook her head at his amazed look and glared down at the table.
“I would love to see someone making love in the common room or in the shower, I’d love to make love with another couple and then trade partners!” Becky declared, “Just… leave here! Go somewhere where there’s people! Go on a fucking date!”
Becky glared down at her cup of fruit and cottage cheese and then surged to her feet.
“When you’re done eating meet me back in the barn, Shorty,” Becky said and then quickly hurried out.
Jake stared after her for a moment and then checked the fridge for himself, deciding on several cuts of ham and a slice of cheese rolled into a tube as well as finishing off Becky’s uneaten cantaloupe and cottage cheese. He glanced toward the stairs and then out towards the barn. He gazed at the barn speculatively and after the last bite of ham hurried upstairs.
Becky’s room was past the one he had been given for the summer, her door closed when he snuck quietly down to it. He checked the handle, sure it would be locked and was surprised when it turned in his hand and then stepped inside with a guilty look behind him. Her décor surprised him with prints of several Rocco artists and even a small white statue of a nude woman on a shelf, one leg thrown out behind her with her other crooked beneath her bottom, one hand reaching back to hold her ankle while she had the back of her other head pressed against her forehead.