I threw a few cans of potted meat, sardines, and some crackers in my knapsack and told mom I would be home Sunday. She knew that a few of us guys would go hunting on the weekends, so she was o.k. with me leaving. The only thing was, she did not know that I was going to be hunting alone this weekend.

Saturday I wandered into new territory trying to find some game without any luck. Later that evening, it started to rain and I began to look for shelter. Then the rain turned into a storm. I wandered around in the woods for a few hours in the dark until I found a dirt road and started to walk down that road and saw a house with some lights on.

Walking up to the door, I knocked, but had the good sense to put the shotgun on the porch swing out of sight of the homeowner. A young woman partially opened the door and saw that I was soaking wet and was just a young teenager. She then then invited me in, saying the “I was just getting ready to go to bed, what are you doing out in a storm like this?”

“I was hunting and the storm came up before I could find shelter,” I said.



“Well, you will have to get out of those wet clothes or you will get pneumonia, by the way, what is your name?” I told her my name was Bill. She said hers was Wilma. I looked at her and saw that she was about my height, 5’ 9” and weighed about 140 pounds. She had light brown hair and blue eyes, and nice boobs. She was wearing a short house coat, as she was ready for bed. As she bent over to take my shirt I could tell she was not wearing a bra. “Hurry up, get those pants off, and get in the bed, we don’t want you getting sick.”



“I can’t take them off if you are here,” I said. “O.k., go in the bedroom, take them off, and get in the bed after you take them off.” She told me she had three children asleep in another bedroom and led me to a bedroom to undress. I took my pants, shoes, socks, and underwear off as everything was soaking wet, and crawled under the covers to try to warm up.