Bill McCreedy had finished slopping the hogs and carrying out his other morning chores. He took a few minutes with a cup of coffee, and thought about the dream he had the last night. It had been an erotic dream, and it had featured his latest pigs, Mary and Jess.
Pig-fucker. Like most farm boys, McCreedy had heard the term growing up. He even knew some kids who had claimed to have done it, but he himself had never even been tempted.
Until now. Hell, practically every time he closed his eyes he saw Mary and Jess cavorting erotically. Last night, he had even woke up with an erection, which hadn't happened for decades.
And as bad as the nights were, the days were worse. Any time he had to slop the hogs, he started trembling with anticipation. He found himself making excuses to go over there, and chat with Mary or Jess, although they both, especially Mary, didn't really have much to talk about other than food or the weather.
And it was going to get even worse. McCreedy had worked with pigs his whole farming life, and he could see the signs when a sow was going into oestrus. Pretty soon Mary would be craving a boar, and all the pigs on McCreedy's farm were sows or hogs--boars were just plain too much trouble.
McCreedy sipped his coffee and looked at the two vials he had removed from the chest. "Youth" and "pig."