Cal's face screwed up with seriousness. He chugged down the rest of his beer. "Damn little bitch," he said. "What kind of shit's she trying to pull? Goddamn it, ever since I brung her to the city she's been getting more and more high and mighty."

Now it was Harlan's turn to laugh. "That happens, Cal. All these uppity city women around for her to see and take after. What can you expect, Cal?"

Cal didn't smile. Sweat dripped from his nose and rolled down over his beer belly as he struggled up out of his chair. Like a prize hog, Harlan thought.

"Ruby!" Cal bellowed. "Get your ass in here. Now!"

"I'm busy, Pa!" came Ruby's far off voice from one of the rear bedrooms of the house. "You oughta know that, Pa."

"Now!" Cal bellowed, and his voice shook the wood-frame house. "Now!"

Seth's mouth hung open while he watched Cal, and Harlan nudged the boy, whispering, "Old Cal ain't exerted himself this much since he left the farm." Seth smiled.

The door to the back hallway opened slowly, and Ruby poked her head into the livingroom. Her black hair was tangled, as if she'd just awakened from a night's sleep.

"Yeah, Pa?"

"Yeah, Pa nothing!" Cal yelled. "Get your uppity ass in here!"

Ruby stepped into the livingroom, wrapped in a white sheet. Half her hair fell over the front of one shoulder, hanging two feet down the front of the sheet like black Spanish moss. Her bare feet showed from under the sheet, the toes still wide spread and strong, evidence that she'd been raised as a barefooted country girl. She smiled shyly, and her eyes shifted uneasily.

"Drop that sheet," Cal said. "You think none of us ever seen you naked?"

Ruby let the sheet slide off her shoulders and heap on the floor around her feet like snow. The teenaged girl was a ripe beauty. Purple nipples capped her fully developed tits. Her cunt hair was as shimmering-black as her head, the kinky triangle of fur seeming to pulsate. Her inner thighs were shiny with juice – pussy juice and likely with Delbert's cum.