Erica Ranch Wife. pt 1 by del fuego
not exactly in order, let me know if you want more or the gaps in the timeline filled in. , Erica at 14, Ranch wife
I was excited in several senses of the word. My niece Erica was going to stay with me for an indefinite time. I live alone on 110 acres of prime horse prairie in Wyoming, the company would be good. The best. Erica has stayed the summer several times since she was a teenager. Now, with her having graduated High School a year and a half early, she had time to kill and bugged her parents until they let her come back. There was no plan on when this would end. All of her previous trips were limited to several months when she was out of school. Now, she was bound to start college and had a full ride academic scholarship, but the college was strict about the age limit of it’s students. Full time college students had to be 18 years of age. Erica had just turned 16. She could be staying with me for the next 2 years.
The airport terminal was nearly abandoned. Not many flights out and only a few in. Erica’s plane landed a few minutes ago and had taxied to the terminal. Just a 12 seat puddle-jumper, Erica was the third and last passenger out. Damn, she’d gotten taller since I’d seen her last year. She was wearing western clothes, which were just “clothes” out here, but in the city she was from they were a “western” affect and she stood out. It had been an issue when she first came to stay with me when she was 14.
Erica’s first trip out, age 14.
When she was 14, mom suggested that she come “work” on my horse ranch for the summer. Several things had happened that prompted this. Erica had discovered boys, and more importantly, they had discovered her. This led to several confrontations about Erica, my sisters middle-child, being involved with the police for truancy, being involved with the wrong kind of boys in general and the inevitable mom-daughter fights, that had according to all, been biblical in proportion. So Erica was shuffled off to Wyoming to stay with her “hermit uncle” for the summer. I hadn’t seen her since she was eight years old.
When she arrived the first time, she was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a tank top. No bra. She stood out, needless to say. I was almost embarrassed for her, but I don’t think she was even aware of the stares she was getting from the local folks. Where she was from, this was probably the norm. Her shorts were too short. Her lack of a bra and the tank top she wore showed way too much cleavage and side boob. Even for a 14 year old, she was well endowed at 5′ 2″ and about 130 pounds. She was pretty and confident, but a little heavy, if you could see anything past the continuous free tit show. She had a slight belly roll and some nice padding in the trunk, but over all a very pleasant picture. She was a brunette with big brown eyes and pretty olive skin. As she entered the airport terminal, She caught my eye, rolled her luggage over and asked “Mr. Vinson ?”
“That’s me, Erica” I said. “You can call whatever you want”. She beamed and hugged me around the waist for what seemed to be a long time.
“We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, we need to stop while were in town though” I told her.
“MMkay” she mumbled.
“Your mom said you might need some things when you got here, what’s up ?” I asked.
“Once they decided to send me up here, things kind of went form bad to worse…between my mom and me”. She said. She flushed some as she spoke and looked a little upset.
“I know, I heard” I replied.
Changing the subject I asked “What kind of clothes did you bring ?”
“Not sure, I was just stuffing things into my suitcase last night, not really paying attention. I was concentrating on escaping”. She said.
“I need to hit a walmart sometime, if that’s OK.” she said.
“Sure”. “Do you have clothes you can work outside in “? I asked.
“Nope, pretty much just these”. She said, indicating the scanty shorts and shirt.
We walked out to the truck and I put her suitcase on the tailgate. She showed me her clothes she had hastily packed. No shoes, three tank tops, similar to what she had on, four pair of thong panties, three socks, a pair of swim shorts and an empty pillow case.
“Erica you’re gonna need some clothes you can work in”. “The sun out here’ll cook you like a steak.” I told her. “We’ll stop off and get you some clothes, your mom told me she would take care of it.” I added.
“I have my own money” Erica said. “I’ve got a checking account and a credit card now”. She added.
“Oh ?”
“Yeah, I worked for my step-dads firm as an intern for the last two summers and the Christmas and spring breaks, plus I tutor kids in my spare time.” She said as she held out her gold Visa card. I inspected it, not a gift card, but a real damned gold card with “Erica Lynn Danzig” embossed on it.
“You kept the name” I said.
“Yeah, my step-dad’s a prick, I don’t want his name or anything else” she said.
“I’ve got about $4,500.00 in a CD and another thousand in cash”, she said in a hushed tone. She looked around to see if anyone in the parking lot had taken an interest in her finances. No one had because there was no one in the parking lot. In fact, no one was in the airport or the terminal because they had shut down and gone home for the day.
“Lets go” I said. and climbed in the truck.
“I need to hit an ATM or I can just write a check” she said as she climbed in.
Damn kid is more savvy and financially sound than I am.
Erica moved my spittoon from the middle of the seat and sat right next to me, “sitting bitch” as I used to say. She started talking a mile a minute. She was obviously stressed out over her mom and her hectic life. She was intelligent and well spoken, more than some adults I know. As we drove the 30 minutes into Laramie, she cried once as she described the most recent fight between her parents that inevitably turned into a fight between her and her mom. Her step-dad was an ass. Erica hated him, but all the tension and frustration ended up causing Erica and her mom to fight amongst themselves, usually about her step-dad. Erica was always close to her mom, until she remarried four years ago. Erica was a gifted student, she was an academic decathlon winner, honor student, High-Q club, tutored “dumb kids” in her off time, and worked her vacation and summer off time in her step-dads law firm. She said she had been mistaken numerous times for a lawyer at her step-dads firm. I remembered how smart she was as a little kid, as a teen she was scary smart and well read. I had forgotten how pretty she was.
“Part of being an intern is you have to dress according to code”. “Business Professional, or you’ll look like a rube”. she said. “I had a nice dress I wore all the time and several blouses, so I wouldn’t look the same all the time”. “My second year, the firm gave me a clothing stipend, I bought four suits”. she said, smiling big. “The best part of interning is hanging with the rest of the staff. I get to go to lunch with them and we talk about all kinds of stuff, they’re mostly college age.” “And I’m never near my step dad, except to go to or come from work”.