Jessica was driving on a bumpy road, it seemed entirely consisting of some holes and hummocks. Her light car barely tolerated such a road and the motor plaintively rumbled that it was made for city streets and not for rural off-road. Jessica looked at herself in the rearview mirror. A young deer with pleasant and delicate features, with large eyes and lashes fluttering like butterflies. The horns were painted in scarlet and slightly gilded at the ends, according to the latest fashion. The reason why the young and successful deer turned out to be banal in this wilds.

Aunt May wanted to move to the city because of poor health, she often had to call for medical assistance, which, judging by the roads, was a difficult task. Aunt May, after the death of Uncle Ben, still managed the farm for some time, but now she wanted to leave her farm to Jessica. My aunt did not have her children and Jessica was her heir. Jess wanted to take the aunt to her and sell the farm. When Jess arrived at Aunt May's house, memories flooded back to her as she spent the summer here. It was a long time ago, she was a little deer, and Uncle Ben was still alive. Jackie remembered how she was a little deer and galloping across the green meadows.

The house has not changed over the years, it was the same sturdy and sturdy two-story building. Only needed to refresh the facade and give a presentation. Aunt May stood on the wide porch, dressed neatly but neatly. Years have not passed by her. My aunt melted a little, bending over, there were glasses on her nose that weren't there before. Jackie drove up to the house and shut off the engine and got out of the car.
- Jackie, you finally came to your aunt, I'm so glad to see you -
Aunt May came over and hugged her niece. Jessica wore tight ripped jeans and a tight T-shirt. Aunt was a little lower than Jackie, and that's why she moved away from her a little.

- Well, beautiful, straight already adult deer. And I remember you so small, you still did not really go. Do you remember how you were chasing butterflies in the meadow? Well, we are on the threshold, went to my house, everything is ready
And Jess followed her aunt into the house. Jessica was sitting at the table, with love laid with Aunt May. She had already drunk a second large cup of coffee and ate just the unthinkable amount of Aunt May's delicious chocolate cookies, for which she would have to pay in the gym. Jessica told everything that happened to her for several years. How she finished her studies, got a job, told about her parents, washed the bones of her friends. Aunt May took off her glasses and put them on the table, drank some coffee
- Well, you have a male. Feet intertwined with someone? -

Jessica looked at Aunt May in surprise, she knew her, as always, sweet and modest, and a meteorite that would have fallen far off would have caused far less surprise.
“Aunt May, what are you talking about?” I did not expect this from you
Aunt May just smiled slightly.
- Well, what is it that you are already an adult self, what horns have already grown. And all at your place, and an attractive face and a figure. Your mother in your years already went with you at heart. You know, dear, you are like a daughter to me, which I have never had, and I would like to babysit your children
Jessica just waved her hand
- Yes, where to get them, these males, sit in their computers and play toys like children. Or they look like gazelles and roe deer waving their tails.

- Well, you twist, you're a female. He is a timid male beast, a lasso cannot throw a feather at him so simply, you have to think with your head. You would see what Uncle Ben was like when you came back from the army. Tall, strong, the form sits like a glove, there is no order and one horn, a fragment of it is cut off. Half Forestville flew over it, and the second tried to butt, and he put them in place. -
Jessica looked at Aunt May in amazement as she talked about her uncle. Uncle Ben was always so quiet and calm and yes, he did not have one horn.
“Well, okay, Jess, you're tired from the road, I have prepared your room.” I'm a little tired too -
Aunt May rose from the chair
“I’ll clean it myself, I have heated water, you can take a shower.”

Jessica kissed her aunt and took her bags up to the top.
The room seemed unchanged since then. Simple wallpaper, curtains in a small flower, a good bed, a wardrobe, a table. All or most of the furniture was made by Uncle Ben. And that same photo hung on the wall. A beach with white sand, waves beating against the shore and leaning palms giving a saving shadow. Jessica loved lying in bed as a child to imagine herself there, on the other side. Splashing in the salty waters of the ocean, scaring fish flocks, sunbathing lying on the beach, savoring exotic fruits from palm trees. There were a lot of such photos within the whole house. Uncle and aunt often traveled, Uncle Ben was a photographer and took a camera with him everywhere. But considering that Uncle Ben was at war, these landscapes had his meaning. Jessica quickly laid out things in the closet and took a clean towel with her and fresh clothes went into the shower. The shower was simple without newfangled things, but there was hot water. Jessica came out of the shower, wiped dry with a towel. In a large, full-length mirror, a young female was reflected. Pleasant roundness of the chest and buttock, hips. Short wet coat, light on the stomach, slightly swollen lips between slender legs
- Indeed, what else do these males need?

And dressed as Jessica returned to her room ... Jessica woke up and slowly stretched out in bed. I did not want to get up at all, Jessica slept well. Outside the window I could not hear the howling of the police sirens, the horn of cars, music. Jessica reached out and pulled out a telephone from the bedside table. The network did not catch and the phone was instead of hours. Jess looked at the screen
- Wow, that's what I slept -
Jessica got up and took a shower in the morning and put herself in order dressed. Today she wore short shorts and a top, her flat tummy was perfectly visible. Going downstairs to the first floor, Jessica heard the pleasant smell of fresh pastries. Going into the kitchen, she saw that the table was already laid and my aunt poured cups of coffee.
“Good morning, Aunt May.” I slept so well, like in childhood
- Good morning, Jackie, sit down at the table, I have everything ready.

Jessica looked around the table. Two cups of coffee, cream in a small jar, sugar and fresh pastries caused appetite.
- Oh aunt with your baking, I will soon become not fit into jeans
- You eat, eat, thin males do not like-
Aunt finished her coffee and straightened the glasses on her nose smiled
- Ohhh, but I didn’t sleep well, my back hurts. And I also need to go to the farm, take Jack lunch. Ohh.

Jessica looked with interest at her aunt, who yesterday said nothing about this Jack
“Aunt May, who is Jack, and why should you give him lunch.” Is he sick? _

Aunt May smiled slightly at her niece.
- Well, what are you Jess, he is young, strong and healthy. He helps fix the hangar after a recent hurricane. Jack Walsmith, he still lived with his grandfather on the outskirts of the swamp. His grandfather died when he was in the army; now his grandfather’s land belongs to him. But there is only a swamp and nothing else. He helps me to work -
Jessica looked at her aunt with a smile
- I remembered, this is Jack from the swamps, this is the nasty little boy who ... -
Jessica faded a bit, remembering what happened to her then
- This bully, you yourself said that he would end his life in prison, like his father-
Aunt May just smiled a little

- It would have been if it were not for your uncle. Once Jack climbed into our garden to steal apples. Your uncle caught him, but instead of punishing him or returning him to his grandfather, your uncle offered him to harvest. And for this he will be able to take as many apples as possible. Jackie collected everything in a few hours and honestly received his reward. Then Jack began to often help Ben, they spent hours in the garage and went fishing together.His old grandfather spent almost everything on drinking, and for this, Ben was like a father and a son to Jack. You know, dear, we didn't have our own children. Jack ...