Out in the middle of nowhere, the three young women from the museum followed the directions that the Sheriff had given them. It took them along an old and bumpy dirt road. On the way, they passed a couple of farmsteads and barns and a beautiful creek that stretched by the road for a mile.
"You know, even if we don't find the painting, I think I should stop by at the Sheriff's station anyway, just to thank him again for the directions." Stacy gently tapped her pen against her lower lip, smiling to herself when she thought back to before when she had shaken his hand. How big and strong it felt. For a moment her mind wandered, and she imagined how amazing it would have felt if he had cupped her breasts with those strong hands.
Mmm...
Stacy felt her nipples hardening just thinking about it.
"Oh, it was pretty obvious that you wanted to "thank" him back where we met him." Genevieve, who was driving, had a knowing smile on her face as she quickly glanced over at her friend.
Emily nodded and giggled in the backseat.
"What? No... I..." Stacy sat up straight and adjusted her glasses, and for a moment, she pretended not to know what Genevieve was talking about. Though since she had become really good friends with Genevieve and Emily, her little bluff didn't go on for very long.
"Well... I... didn't make a fool out of myself, did I? I have a tendency to do that when I'm around black men," Stacy confessed.
"You do? We had no idea." Both Genevieve and Emily chuckled, which also made Stacy giggle. She wasn't unaware of her clumsiness when it came to black men.
Just last month when Stacy had greeted an African dignitary to the museum, she had introduced herself as a student of African cock, instead of African History. Though her friends had to admit that Stacy's awkwardness often paid off as it had with the African dignitary. Since, just a short while after having met him, she had been down on her knees sucking his big black cock.
A bit further down along the dusty road the girls came across a man on a tractor. The man looked to be in his forties and wore an old white shirt underneath a worn denim bib overall with shoulder straps. The girls hadn't seen a man who looked more like the old cartoons of the hardworking farmer.
When they came up behind him, he must have noticed them, since, in a true gesture of southern hospitality, he pulled his tractor over to let them pass.
"Excuse me, sir." Genevieve pulled down the car window when she drove up alongside him.
"Yes, miss? Is there something I can help you girls with?" The man on the tractor, Jeb Hageman turned off his tractor so he could hear them better.
Like his father, and his father before him, Jeb had been a farmer his entire life, all forty-two years of them. There was nothing he'd rather do than work the land, handle the animals and tend to the farm. Of course, it was hard work. He'd get up before dawn every day and work until the sun went down in the evenings. But for Jeb, it was all worth it.
The farm had even provided enough for Jeb and his wife Joanne, to send their only son Marshall, whom they were very proud of, to college. Like the good son that he was, he often sent them letters of how things were going. Real letters, since Jeb and Joanne were very old fashioned and didn't see the point in all the new electronic devices, like computers and mobile phones. The latest thing they had was an old, round dumb television.
In their son's letters, he would tell them how things were in the big city and college. He had told them he was getting fairly good grades, between a 2,5 and 3,0 GPA, which Jeb and Joanne hadn't understood what it meant. Neither of them had been very good at school and had been rather glad when they finished high school, and could start working at their respective parent's farms.
Last spring they got a happy surprise in a letter from their son, where he told them that he had met a girl, Becky. Thrilled by their son's news, they had asked if he could send them a photograph of the two of them, which he had done, in the form of, one of those row of pictures that you take of yourselves in photobooths. The photos warmed their hearts as they could see how happy their son was, and Becky looked like such a sweet girl. Blonde hair, kind eyes, and a beautiful and warm smile. Joanne had even told Jeb that she could tell that Becky cared for their son.
In the same letter where they had received the photos, Marshall had also mentioned that he had gotten himself something he called "a facebook", where he posted pictures from time to time. The facebook, was, from what Jeb and Joanne had gathered, a place on one of those computers.
Excited with the prospect of seeing some more of their son, Jeb wrote down a few things from the letter, after which he and Joanne rode into the town's library in their old pickup truck. There, Mildred Richards, the kind woman who had been the town's librarian for the last forty years, helped them on one of the computers that the public could use...
"What a nice young man." Mildred smiled when she saw Marshall's profile picture on his facebook. He reminded her of her grandson Pete, whose wife Lisa had just given birth to a beautiful black baby boy.
"Unfortunately though, you might have to come back, since it could take a while for your son to accept the friend request I just sent," Mildred told them, which didn't make much sense to Jeb or Joanne.
"Oh, you might have misunderstood, he's not our friend, he's our son." Joanne smiled thinking that it would solve what Mildred talked about.
"Well, it's not... you see..." Mildred smiled, she knew that there were quite some farmers and other families in the outskirts that didn't use computers. Before she had time to explain, however, the friend request she had sent was accepted.
"Oh, he's already accepted our friend request... and we got another one from a Becky Henderson." Mildred told them.
"Oh, that's our son's girlfriend." Joanne got a proud smile on her face.
"Okay..." Mildred did a few things on the computer, after which she showed Jeb how to use the mouse to scroll down on the screen.
"You can now look at your son and Becky's facebooks." Mildred stood up and gave her chair to Jeb.
"Just let me know if there is anything else you need." Mildred walked over to the front desk where a young man was checking out the book,
A Cuck's way to Pleasure a Woman
by William Hawks. Mildred smiled to herself when she checked out the book. A book she knew her husband Alfred owned a copy off
"Oh look, Jeb, there's our son." Joanne lit up when she saw the first picture come up, which had been of Marshall and Becky outside a movie theater showing Super Blackman.
The next couple of pictures showed Becky in the arms of various young black men, kissing them passionately. In one of them, her shirt was off, and a handsome black guy was feeling and kissing her perky breasts.
Whilst Jeb scrolled down, one of the pictures started moving.
"Jeb, what did you do?" Joanne thought that her husband had done something wrong when he had moved the mouse over a picture with a triangle-shaped button on it.
