My name is Jeff and I teach history at the High School. I think they made the movies Indiana Jones after me. I like to travel to the places that I teach my students. When I first got my bachelors degree I taught American History and during the summers travelled all over the US. I couldn't get enough of learning about my country.
Then they wanted me to teach European History so I traveled to Europe. That cost a lot; however, I inherited a ranch. I ran the ranch to make more money. It was really a great opportunity. This was back in the day when a guy could make money raising 25 head of Black Angus.
My first year teaching there was this knock out beautiful student who took my class and asked to be my "Teacher's Assistant." High School teachers really didn't have TA's but she was willing to help me in any way I needed so who was I to say "NO?" We had long talks about the future and boys and why I wasn't married. We flirted a little but I was brought up very conservative and proper.
Well, she went off the State University and after getting a degree in elementary education, returned and taught at the school down the street from the High School. Peggy and I dated, fell in love, and got married. I was only 8 years older than she was.
Peggy is athletic, beautiful girl. She is 5'5" and about 135 lbs. Light brown long hair. She has a smile that melts your heart and piercing blue eyes that everyone notices first. She wears a size C bra and has the perfect feminine figure. She likes to travel and the out doors. I know, perfect girl, right!
Somebody in the district office got this brilliant bullshit idea about having African history taught in our high school. I think it was to show we were not racially bias. So of course they want me to teach African History. I was reluctant at first until they offered to pay for part my trips to Africa.
So Peggy and I traveled to Africa and while we were there two things happened. Our ranch went to pot. The people we hired to take care of the cattle were incompetent. The good new is we met Omar and Kunta, two native African men who were really fun and helpful.
Life is kind of funny because when we returned from our month long trip to Africa we were so frustrated about how our ranch had been mismanaged. We didn't know what to do about it. School was starting so we sold most of what was left. I had no idea how I was going to rebuild next year, but I really liked having a productive ranch.
It was about March when I got a phone call from Kunta. He and Omar were in the US on student visa and they desperately needed a place to stay. Just so happened that one of the colleges they want to attend was in our small town. It was an agricultural college and that was their passion. Of course they were welcome to stay with us. We had a ranch-hands quarters that needed some work but I was happy to get it fix up for them. Didn't know if they could afford rent. They come from a very poor country.
Well, they showed up the next day and they were so happy so see us. It turns out they got student visas, a scholarship to study here, a slow boat ride over the Atlantic, but nothing else. They hadn't eaten real food in over a week and it showed. First thing we did was feed them and had them sleep in the guest room. That evening I showed them the ranch quarters and that it was run down. They were so excited. Their exact words were, "Tis very good, we work good." They asked if they could work for their rent.
Now to make a long story short, work they did. They turned the Ranch House into a very nice mother-in-law house. They fixed plumbing, electrical, floors, ceilings, well... just about everything. Then they wanted more work. They had no money for rent and they were worried I would kick them out.
One night as we were all eating dinner they asked about the cattle. Guess we had told them about our working ranch. When I told them about how the last ranch hands mismanaged everything, they both got excited and said they know animals. "What animals?" I asked. "All animals," they replied. Well, even though I had given up on having a productive ranch, it still was my dream. So we worked out a deal. Really it was they got to stay in the house that they practically built, have one meal a day (their idea), go to school and work my ranch. They were happy with that, and I was relieved because I wanted to help them. I definitely didn't want to kick them out since they had nothing. Plus it was fun that they called me "Da Boss."
That summer they turned my land into an amazing ranch. We started with goats, chickens and pigs. Why, because they had experience with these animals. Then they talked me into investing in equipment so we could slaughter our animal and butcher them. We started to sale meat to restaurants in the area. Somehow we got cattle in a trade or barter deal. Next thing I know we are a dairy and beef ranch in one. It was the contacts they had at school that moved things so fast. It was unbelievable, my ranch was making money.
After two years, we had to work out a compensation arrangement. They deserved to get paid. Did I mention they planted a garden and most of our vegetables came from the garden? Plus we even had fruit trees.
Now the story really starts:
One day classes were cancelled because of a gas leak and I returned home early. I parked behind the barn and as I walked around the corner Omar and Kunta were by the house looking into our bedroom window. When they saw me they immediately nodded hello and walked away. When I looked into the window I saw Peggy completely topless working on her hair. It dawned on me that these two haven't been with a women since being here and they are barely in their twenties so it is possible they are horny virgins.