I'm Stephanie, my Granny, Beryl and Granddad, Ivor own a farm. It has been in our family for generations. When I was 18 I went to stay with them for the last school summer holidays before I finished education. I had visited them every Summer Holiday since the age of 11. I love my Grand parents they are so much cooler and chilled out than my actual, high stress, moody parents are.
I live in a city with my Mum, Tasmin and my Dad, Jonathan. We live over 200 miles away so I do not get much chance to stay on the farm apart from during the longer summer holidays.
Life is very different on the farm compared to the city with a much quieter, happier and slower pace of life.
I arrived on a Sunday in July to stay with them. Time passed very slowly that day. But eventually Monday morning rolled around. I had a lay-in bed after a late night watching "One Man and his Dog," on TV with my Granddad
He likes saying;
"Come by!"
Tapping his leg when he wants people to join him like a Shepard does with his sheep dog.
When I eventually got up out of bed, everyone had gone out to do their tasks around the farm. I came downstairs and popped into the kitchen for breakfast still half asleep. I fumbled round putting the kettle on and looking for the Cornflakes. The kitchen was a very old part of the farm house dating back to the 1600's.
The kitchen leads into the utility room as it is called now, the room is even older than the kitchen. In the utility room the brickwork is damp, cracked and losing cement between brick and blocks. In several places weeds and old tree roots poke through the rock walls which are not even plastered. Just bare rock and brick are what the walls in the utility room are made from. Part of the Utility room was actually carved out of a rise in the bedrock the house was built on. This room, almost a cave, must have been the only room in the very first incarnation of the house. That would have been in ancient times. Maybe even so long ago to be Palaeolithic or stone age era.
I hardly looked at the walls nowadays because I had been into the utility room so many countless times before. As a child I had looked on the wall at faded paintings of figures throwing spears, of trees, hills, lakes and animals. I had seen them all before. But today, with hindsight, they looked much brighter, fresher, more energetic. Refreshed somehow, looking back now I can see that the utility room had gained some sort of energy creating a warm, friendly even loving atmosphere. Even though I wasn't wearing much in the way of clothes I felt enamoured and warm by my Grandparents lovely home.
I looked on top of the kitchen units on the wall and spotted the Cornflakes near the Weetabix up on top of a wall mounted cupboard.
When I came downstairs I was wearing a nightie and a dressing gown. Because no one was home I hadn't bothered to put on anything underneath my nightie. It would be hours before anyone returned home and it was so hot I thought I would let the air get to my private parts. As I reached up onto the top shelf for the Cornflakes my night gown rose up and I stood on one leg on tip toe to be able to reach the box.
Just as I grabbed the Cornflakes packet, I got a shock, something hot and moist slid up my legs between my dressing gown and nightie and touched my exposed privates.
"What the f***!" I said.
An intense shudder ran through me and I groaned with the pleasure that the lick of my naughty parts caused. I froze in position and two more quick sensations shot up between my legs, each one felt better than the last. As I looked down I saw a big moist leaf between my thighs, it acted like a tongue slurping against my slot and trying to work its way inside my love tunnel. I was aghast with shock, because then it must have got its big soft leaf inside my outer flaps, as the pleasure of it made me jump. I dropped the cornflakes all over the floor. The shock caused me to get my senses back. I moved away from the leaf and the branch it had sprouted from.
"Oh! That's so naughty!"
I said to no one in particular.
I looked down and saw the big old tree root which was knotted, twisted and gnarled. But today it appeared strong, moist and powerful. It spread across the utility room floor from one wall across to the other where it went back underground. The tree root had always been present in the utility room for as long as I can remember. The floor was built up around it to avoid it becoming a trip hazard. When I was a child I remember the big thick root being there and how odd it was that Grand Pappy didn't get rid of it.
"It gives the house a bit of age."
He said when asked about it.
"It is a unique feature which estate agents tell everyone not to throw away as they add value to the home."
Listening to him I just didn't believe him. Not sure why but life moves on.
So the root stayed and everyone just got on with life, tasks and ignored it.
However this Monday, today, the old root had put out a side shoot with supple and soft bark, with wavy branches and deep green leaves some of which were coated in moisture. The side shoot appeared to be growing. It now looked like a much thicker branch. For some reason it seemed the big root was going to be taking centre stage today.
Anyway I thought I had better tidy up. I looked down at the utility room floor and saw loads of corn flakes scattered around. They were scattered all over the floor. I thought that I must have positioned myself unknowingly over the branch and leaf that had tickled my fancy. I did not expect the branch to have shot up between my legs, as trees do not move or grow that quickly. Do they?
"I am going to have to pick all those corn flakes up. What a nightmare,"
I said.
"Its going to take me ages to do."
As I knelt down to start putting dirty cornflakes in the bin, I had to lean forward on all fours to reach some of the flakes.
To get under the kitchen cupboards and units I had to lay flat on the floor with my bottom up in the air on my knees.
It was when my arse was up like this that I felt thin branches lock around the waist of my nighty and start to pull it up.