It had been a long day for Janice. She was new to the job as an environmental inspector in a rural area which meant numerous checks on small businesses and local farms. Her final assessment was over at a farm based outside of a small village in Wiltshire. She set off for her destination, hoping it would be a routine assignment.
She arrived at the farm, grabbed her rucksack containing her papers, straightened her business suit up and made her way to the boot where she customised her outfit with some green wellies. She rang the bell of the farmhouse and waited for a while before ringing again, there was no answer. It was obvious that there wasn't anyone in and she would have to look for one of the workers in the barn or in the fields. As she walked across the yard, making her way towards the barn, she was a little perturbed at how quiet the place seemed. Surely there was somebody about, she had made the appointment only the day previously?
Jan walked into the barn, sure she could hear some sweeping sounds, where she would be able to ask for the owner, Mr. Staples. She followed the sounds and eventually found herself in a large room, with stacks of hay dumped in the corners and at the sides of the room, and a pen containing two pigs, but no person. She held her nose at the smell, which was nothing out of the ordinary for this environment, but she still hadn't got used to it.
Out of curiosity she approached the pigpen where she noticed that the two pigs seemed to be pacing about, circling each other as if involved in some kind of dance. Eventually one of the pigs lay down to rest, and to Jan's horror, the other mounted it and began to mate! Jan was horrified but at the same time couldn't look away. The pigs began to grunt and shriek and she couldn't believe how rough the ritual was, they were biting each other, really rutting. Just as she made the decision to turn around and leave, they must have finished. They rolled off each other and went to sleep. She felt a little naughty having watched the whole thing, it was disgusting, but she couldn't help but be transfixed by the way they went at each other. If she was honest, she felt a little excited by it. She'd just come out of a relationship where the sex was very dull and had never been sexually adventurous. Just as she turned to walk away, she heard a soft voice at the door;
"Sorry about that my lover, but it's mating season. I encourage 'em by leaving 'em alone."
Janice jumped suddenly, and caught sight of a burly man who must have been in at least his fifties. She hadn't heard anyone approach the room.
