Terry noticed that Roger seemed a little uneasy. Surely he didn't care that she talked to Darren. The men were mostly talking among themselves anyway, stuff about hunting and fishing and the sort of things she didn't know much about. But finally Nat gave her a long look over his coffee.

"Where'd you get those long legs?" he said, pinching her bottom through her jeans. Teresa squealed and slapped at him but Nat pinched her again. "I'll bet the boys follow you around in droves."

"You'd better be getting back home," Roger put in, trying to get a comb through his blond hair. Terry smiled. His hair was the same color as hers, except lots curlier.

"I can take care of myself now, big brother," she said. "I'm grown up a little since you last saw me."

"That's just the trouble." Roger got up and grabbed his hard hat. Hank, the big man she'd first met, was standing with some other men and looking her way. He said something to his buddies and they all laughed. Roger glared at them and then looked back at Terry. Uncle Nat put his hat on and stood up.

"I've got to send Darren to town for some parts," he said, "so he can drop you by the house on the way, Terry."

"Aw, can't I stay around here?"

Uncle Nat sucked his toothpick. "Some old boy would be watching you, sugar, and run his arm in that saw." He examined his nails. "Naw, I reckon you'd better get back home." As he turned toward the company pickup truck, Nat slapped her bottom. It was a good, hard slap and the sling made a little thrill run through her cunt. The look he followed it up with made her blush.

"God, Uncle Nat…"

"You watch and see that Darren keeps that truck on the road," he called after her. Terry climbed into the cab and Darren bounced behind the wheel. Then they were roaring out of the mill yard and towards the house.

"Why don't you ride on into town with me," Darren said, giving her his easy smile. "Nobody'll know 'cept the two of us. I can drop you at the house coming back."