Thread: City Girl's Country Drug. ( Andariel and KingWizard )

He heard he door close, and the unmistakeable creak of Margret's footsteps along the hardwood vinyl hallway. The house was huge, not the usual 2-3 bedroom two storey Farm's most thought of when picturing Ranch homes, the type on the old black and white western films on you could find on TV on Sundays. It's had long winding hallways, several staircases and a third floor, which is where Margery had chose to make her home, a sort of perch on top of the nest. It was rare for anyone to even enter that part of the house. But no one needed to. The rest of the ranch was large enough, with sitting rooms, inhabited by large sofa's, as soft and inviting as they were big, stone fireplaces a cosy feeling you couldn't fake. The grounds matches the interior, Margery had managed to acquire large expanses of land, over 500 acres, which were covered in Green grass fields, vegetable patches and rich corn producing lands. Like most farms, she had her selection of animals, the sound of chickens could be heard all over the far, no one had bothered counting them, but a close guess would of been 300. She owned sheep, pigs, cows and goats in large quantities, but her most valuable and prestigious creatures, were her horses. Eight of the finest working Shire horses money could buy. It required a lot of upkeep, but it was well maintained, and the land was rich and fertile and more than simply nice to look out upon. Jack had left her belongings in her room then quickly left, he didn't want to overwhelm her on her first day. According to Margery, it was going to be a long stay, perhaps a good few months, so impressions would be important, and the last thing he wanted was to overwhelm her. He had headed straight into his room, situated diagonally across the hall from Hemmingways. The same sort of layout fitted his room as did most, yet his had a more bare and cold interior. Margery had often joked with him that his bedroom had come to resemble a Marine's bunk. A large bed was centered in the room, a simple navy blue cover and white pillows on top, with nothing else apart from a large oak dresser for his clothes, and a small metal box at the foot of his bed, for all his personal belongings and toiletries. He didn't need much, he spent the vast majority of his days out in the fields, even when the others had returned to , the only TV in the house, in the main living room, at night, he stayed working in the barn, or down in the chicken finding something to do. Boredom and loneliness dictated his behavior, so the introduction of someone new had greatly spiked his interest, the fact that she was a beautiful young women was an added bonus. 'DING DING!'.. The dinner bell rang. It was old fashioned and a simple shout would of been sufficient, but Margery had insisted, she liked the idea of 'calling in the troops' as she had called it. The workers in the fields, the barn and all over headed straight home, with 9 people somehow fitting round the dining room table on a regular basis, 9 which was soon to become 10. Jack left his room, having to pass Hemmingways on his way to the stairs. He took a few paces, for some reason, being wary of his foot steps on the floor, near impossible to keep silent on the hard wood. He dawdled a few towards her doorway, which Margery had perhaps on purpose left open. He lingered at the door, leaning up against the frame. Hey.. he started to catch her attention, thats the dinner bell.. if you're hungry? he asked earnestly, his eyebrows raising inquisitively I could walk with you.. I mean, show you the way? he added, trying to sound as cool as possible. Something he was fairly sure he wasn't doing.