'Shary's Writing Prompt Contest #2.....just before Kitty's disturbance....

Bright sunshine streamed through the wispy curtains. Another early morning on the farm.

Another day to keep everything together as best she could, all by herself.

Feed the chickens, the dogs, the sheep, the cows.

There was no stopping her routine, even if she had wanted to.

The animals neither understood, or cared about her desire to do the chores, they only understood the time food was coming, that's all.

She loved her life of solitude, even though she did miss the company of the opposite sex occasionally.
'Very occasionally,' She thought to herself.

Her years spent in the bars of Richmond had given her more than enough time with men.
But still.....even so ...sometimes....

Snapping out of her memories of her wilder younger times, she hopped out of bed, and put on her denim work clothes.
It was a life of routine, of peace, of solitude..

So that was what she was doing early morning every day now, for the last few months.
The repetition of feeding her animals - chickens, dogs, sheep, cows.

She even fed the various animals in the same order, every day.

It didn't take her too long to complete her early morning chores on this particular morning -and she new the reason why.

This was 'her day'.
She always hurriedly completed all the essential activities she had to do, on the morning of 'her day'.

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'Her day', was Kitty's day off from the farm work.

It was day she did whatever she wanted to do, and she made herself not think about the work that needed doing around the place.
The painting, the fence fixing, the field that needed hoeing for crops....

The work would always be there tomorrow.

And so Kitty made herself take a day off.

Once a week. Every week.

It energized her for the days ahead, and reminded herself she was still a woman. Still enjoyed the nicer things in life, and still enjoyed feeling feminine and beautiful.

And she was beautiful. Of that there was no doubt.

Beneath the layer of dust and mud from toils, her skin was still soft, her hair still blonde and curly, and shiny.
Her eyes still bright and blue.

And her smile was still that same smile that caused the recurring nightmares of many a man, who had never had her.

She looked at herself naked in the the full length mirror, and was very pleased with what she saw.

Her full breasts firm - firm like she was 20 years old.
Her shapely curves complimenting her long legs, perfectly.

She was more than pleased with her reflection.

Sometimes she did miss the attentions of a man.
…..like now, in fact.

As she lowered herself into her hot tub of water, she heard very faint noises outside in the far distance.

She didn't know the source of the noise yet, but exciting thoughts crossed her mind of a rugged, quiet, bearded stranger calling by..

Seducing her and loving her, late into the night.

The distant sounds continued to grow, and Kitty stopped stroking herself.

It was only then she realized she had been stoking her self..
All over her soap covered body.

Thoughts about the grey bearded stranger visiting her and their night of passion together faded away.
Daydreams of the quiet stranger and his roaming hands, all over her body were interrupted by the sounds outside...

She got up out of the tub to look through the window. She was very aware that she was still naked.
She also knew that she did this on purpose.
...as she leaned out of the window, an electric thrill of excitement ran up her spine...

Who just might be outside?
Who might just see her, in this state of undress?

What she saw was swarm of gray clad soldiers stretching across the horizon...hundreds, if not thousands of them..

Heading straight towards her.

'Interesting..', she thought fleetingly - deep in the recesses of her mind.
So fleeting, in fact, she hardly heard the thought herself.

“What do I do now?,“ She thought...

Kitty wasn't scared in the slightest...

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