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“The bus will be ten minutes late, Mrs. Bowers.” Judy Bowers gave the ticket taker a look of disgust and walked back to her seat. She was getting tired of this town. She was tired of busses being always late, of never having anything to do, of seeing nothing but cows all day long.
She sat down and crossed her long legs. She was aware of the stares she was getting. She had always been glad when her body was appreciated. She’d always had real pride in her shoulder-length auburn hair, her firm, proud tits, and her slender waist.
But in this small town there were few men who were worth looking at and who could appreciate her. Before she had married Bill she’d always had dozens of admirers. But she had fallen for Bill’s dark good looks in a big way.
How the hell could she have known that Bill wanted to be a farmer?
“A farmer,” she said out loud.
Anyone near her could have heard the bitterness in her voice. Bill wanted to milk cows and feed chickens and work his ass off all day long. He was always too tired for anything she wanted to do.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-1010 in the original publications (a duplicate).