This is my first attempt at this type of story (and writing is not my favorite
subject anyway). Any feedback on this story would be appreciated.

Down on the farm

Alan was rather surprised to come home from collage to find his dad
leaning over the phone swearing loudly. Normally his dad was a quiet man, not
given to loud outburst like this. Also, as the mangier of the largest farm in
the Inverness area he would normally be outside at this time of day.
“What’s
wrong?” Alan asked, causing his father to stop swearing and turn to face him.
“There are two fields of silage that need baling and wrapping before it starts
to rain.” Alan nodded, starting to understand the problem. Silage, a major
source of feed for the 500 beef cattle on the farm, consisted of cut grass,
bailed into circular bales and wrapped in thick black plastic for storage until
winter. The problem was that the wrapping process needed a lot of men and
equipment. One tractor (and driver) baled the cut grass; another loaded the
bales (each weighing 500kg) onto a trailer pulled by yet another tractor. This
carried the bales to where they were to be wrapped before a final tractor lifted
them off the trailer and placed the bales on the wrapping machine. Ounce the
bales were wrapped, the tractor then stacked them ready for winter.

“So what’s
the problem, do you need me to drive again?” Alan asked, thinking back to the
time he had helped out by driving the tractor and trailer between the fields and
the stack of bales. His father turned a sad face on his son and shook his head
slowly. “Jon’s at home with a broken leg and Graham’s off on holiday (Jon and
Graham were the two farm laborers). And anyway, all but two of the tractors are
broken down, and one of the others has a flat back tire.” Alan understood the
problem now. The tractors weighed 5 tons and the back tires weighed half a ton
each. Changing them would be a difficult job at any time, and with only two
people available (himself and his dad) would be impossible. And even if they
could get the tire changed, with only two tractors it would take far too long to
finish both fields, a total of 300 bales. 

Suddenly Alan had an idea. “Let me
make one quick phone call, I might have a solution.” Grabbing the cordless phone
he ran though to the living room. His dad listened but all he can hear are
snatches of conversation. “Hi, it me Alan, Listen I have a problem that I think
you might be able to help with.” “O that’s great, remember to wear old clothes.”
“And do you think you could try and get hold of that friend of yours I met last
time.” “That’s great, see you soon.”

Alan then comes back though smiling.
“That’s sorted; I have some friends coming to help.” His dad is still mystified,
“how can your friends do anything to help with only one tractor working?” his
mind still trying to understand how Alan’s friend could be of any help. “Don’t
worry about that, go and get the wrapper ready, the help should be here soon,”
Alan replied, heading upstairs to get changed from this collage clothes into
older one for the farm. His dad, still mystified, headed off to get the wrapper
sorted out, convinced there was no way that he could get both fields finished in
time.

 
Half an hour later as Alan’s dad was just heading back to the house, he
saw a sports car pulling up in front of the his house. He watched as two young
women climbed out of the car and wondered who they could be. Both looked to
about 19, one was tall (about 5’10”) with long bright red hair, while the other
was shorter (about 5’6”) with short brown hair. Both are slim and obviously very
fit, judging by the firm muscles on their legs and arms. They are both wearing
old shorts and old tee shirts with walking boots on their feet. Just as he is
about to ask these two (admittedly lovely looking) ladies what they are doing on
his farm, Alan appears and waves to them. His dad watches as Alan has a quick
conversation with the two girls, before wavering him over to the group. “Mete
your two tractors for the day,” Alan say to his dad, introducing Lisa (the red
head) and Cathay (the brunet). Alan’s dad is still puzzled. “What do you mean
tractor for a day? And how can these two lassies help, only one tractor is
working?”. “Don’t worry,” Alan replies, “we can change the tire on the tractor,
and then I can do the baling with that one while you unload the bales with the
other.” His dad remains unconvinced. “How can we change the tire, we can’t lift
both the tractor and the wheel at the same time, and how can we move the bales
without a tractor to pull the trailer?” “Simple,” Alan replied smiling, “Lisa
and Cathay can help me change the wheel and then they can pull the trailer.” His
dad looked stunned at this; the trailers weighed 2 tons each, before adding any
bales to them. “How on earth can a young girl like Lisa pull a trailer loaded
with bales back and forth between the field and the wrapper?” Alan simply turns
to Lisa and says “Show him.” Smiling, Lisa turned to the car and crouched down
beside it. She then placed one hand underneath and, almost casually, lifted the
sports car high over her head. She stood there, the car still over her head,
still smiling. The weight of the car was totally negligible to her, her muscles
were barely even flexing. Alan’s dad just stood there staring, his mouth wide
open. As Lisa slowly lowered the car back to the ground, he finally managed to
speak. “How did you do that?” he stuttered, still staring at Lisa. She simply
smiled back at him and replied “O, I’m a wee bit stronger than other girls,” She
giggled playfully, amused at the look on Alan’s dad’s face. As his dad still
stared at the two girls, Alan interrupted. “Now that you have seen how Lisa and
Cathay can help, lets get on and change that wheel. You go and get the spanner
for taking of the tire nuts, while we get the other wheel.” His dad nodded
dumbly and headed off to one of the farm sheds. He still could now get over how
easy it had been for Lisa to lift that car over her head.

After getting the
spanner, Alan’s dad walked round to where the tractor we sitting. He saw Alan
leaning against the wall chatting to Cathay, as she squatted down beside the
back tire. As he got nearer, he saw that the tire nuts were already undone. “How
did you get the nuts off?” he asked, and Cathay replied smiling “O I took them
off, no trouble.” Once again Alan’s dad was astonished by the raw strength these
girls had. The nuts were 25mm in diameter and caked in mud and dirt. Even with a
large spanner it took him a lot of time and effort to remove those nuts, but
Cathay seamed to have removed them with not trouble at all. “If you took it off
so easily, why did you want the spanner?” Cathay giggled, “If I put those nuts
on, then you would have never got them off.” “And you would probably have
striped the threads off anyway,” Alan added. At that point, further conversation
was stopped by Lisa coming round the corner, roiling one to the massive tractor
tires before her. “Right, lets get this wheel sorted so we can start work” Alan
said, pushing himself off from the wall and collecting the spanner from his dad.
Lisa lent he wheel against one of the nearby walls and stood next to the
tractor. Then Cathay straitened up, lifting the side of the tractor by a few
inches. Despite the fact that she was no supporting the best part of 5 tons,
Cathay seamed to be barley even straining. Lisa lifted the tire of the tractor,
then lent it against the wall and returned with the new one. Then, with Alan
helping to glide the tire into position, she carefully slotted it onto the axel.
Cathay lowered the tractor back to the ground and the job was over. As Alan
stated to put the wheel nuts back on, his dad marveled at the speed and ease
with which the job had been completed. The whole operation had taken less then a
minute. Shaking his head, he headed off to the wrapper, still unsure of how Alan
and the girls were going to move the bails. But after the display of power he
had just witnessed, he had no doubts that they could do it. While Alan finished
the nuts, Lisa and Cathay were attaching the bailer to the tractor. Once
everything was ready Alan clambered into the tractor, calling to Lisa and Cathay
“get the trailers and follow me.” The girls waved back over the roar of the
tractor stating and ran over to where the two flatbed trailers were sitting. The
trailers were each over 5 meters long, made of heavy metal beams and sheet steel
each weighed over 2 tons. But Lisa and Cathay just grabbed the circular hitches
on the trailers in their feminine hands and lifted the end of the trailer. Then,
holding the hitch of the trailer at waist height, the followed Alan to the first
of the fields. The field had been cut the previous day and now lay in long rows
ready for baling. There were already about twenty bales lying around the field,
some gathered into groups of eight ready for loading while others were scattered
over the rest of the field. As Alan started to bale the rows of grass, Lisa and
Cathay headed towards one of the groups of bales. These bales were normally
loaded by tractor onto the trailers that the girls were casually pulling. Six
bales would be loaded onto the bed on the trailer and then another two placed on
top, forming a pyramid shape. Lisa and Cathay were only able to load the first
layer of bales, but they did this much faster than could be achieved using a
tractor. Each girl simply bent down and picked a bale up in each hand, the half
ton weights carried easily over their heads. Then, turning to the trailer, they
carefully placed the bales onto the flat bed, making sure that they were lined
up and would not slip off on the trip to the wrapper. Then, one of them would
take hold of the hitch, lift it of the ground and tow the trailer back to the
wrapper while the other started gathering up the loose bales for the next trip.
Once the girl with the trailer reached the wrapper, she set the trailer down and
left it there for Alan’s dad to unload and wrap. She would then collect the
other trailer once it had been emptied and return to the field for the next
load. The first time Alan’s dad saw Lisa jogging towards him dragging the
trailer loaded with bales behind her, he could not believe his eyes. But soon,
as the trailers came and went he became less and less shocked by the beautiful
young women pulling them. The work continued for hours, Alan baling the grass,
Lisa and Cathay loading the bales onto the trailers and then dragging them to
where Alan’s dad waited to wrap the bales and stack them ready for winter.
Finally, Alan finished the last bale and stopped the tractor to watch Lisa and
Cathay at work. At college Alan was studying engineering and watching Lisa haul
the loaded trailer away he started to work out just how much weight she was
supporting. His eye widened slightly when he realized that although only about
two tons of weight would be resting on the hitch when stationary, with Lisa
holding the hitch lower than the axle of the trailer and with the movement of
her run, the actual load on her arm would be more like 5 tons. He smiled; even
after all this time with Lisa her strength still amazed him. 
It didn’t take
much longer for the girls to finish with the bales, and soon Alan, his dad, Lisa
and Cathay were all sitting in the farm kitchen drinking hot tea and relaxing
after a hard day’s work. Alan’s dad was still amazed by what he had seen, and
asked Alan “where on earth did you find these two?” Alan smiled back, one arm
round Lisa’s shoulders. “Lisa was at college doing a degree in chemistry,” he
replied. “And I took pity on this poor engineering student,” Lisa added with a
giggle. Alan looked lovingly at Lisa and then gave her a quick kiss. “Brains,
beauty and an incurable strength” he said, still gazing at the stunning redhead
next to him. “What more could I ask for in a Girlfriend.”