Scarecrow
By A.J. Brown
Student flunks out of college and needs a job


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Greg lived the life his freshman year of college. He always had girls around
him. He slept with a dozen or so girls in just that one year. And they were
smoking hot. The girl-to-guy ratio at school was completely in his favor and
he took great advantage of it. And the partying. The partying was amazing
overall. Greg drank practically every night. He wasn't much of a partier
before college but once he discovered beer, liquor, weed, and even the
occasional few lines of coke up his nose he was all about the substances. Greg
had his freshman year of college paid for by a math scholarship. He didn't
spend a whole lot of time on his math, though. Sure, before college he was a
math geek and never had a girlfriend in high school nor did he use any drugs
or alcohol so once he got to college and had a fresh start he discovered those
things very quickly and decided they were what life was all about.
Unfortunately for Greg all of his partying caught up to him very quickly. Not
only did he lose his math scholarship after the first year because he didn't
maintain the minimum G.P.A. he needed to keep the scholarship but he also
flunked out of school altogether. As he was partying, and drinking, and
banging different girls all the time a couple of people had warned him that if
he kept overdoing it he was going to flunk out. Greg never listened to those
warnings though. He just enjoyed every day at school for what it was and
didn't think about what was ahead. When the day came that he realized that
there was not going to be any more fun because he wasn't going to be able to
go back to school, it was devastating.

"Well he's certainly not just going to sit around here and do nothing, that is
for damn sure!" Greg's mother said angrily while sitting on the couch and
smoking a cigarette. Greg's father paced around the living room. Greg's
sister, Lily, who had just finished her junior year of college, sat on the
couch with their mom. Greg sat in a chair in the living room. He could not
believe that just one week ago he was living it up at college and now he was
sitting in his parents' living room dealing with this.

"Where the hell is he going to find a job?" Greg's dad growled back. "HOW the
hell is he going to find a job? I've asked around. NO ONE is hiring right now
with this horrible economy and they especially aren't going to hire a college
FLUNK OUT!" Greg's dad punched the wall. Lily gave Greg an evil smile. Lily
and Greg had never really gotten along. She had completed three years of
college and made Dean's List half of the semesters she was there, so she was
loving every minute of this.

"He'll have to find something!" Greg's mom said back loudly as cigarette smoke
came out of her mouth. "We've already given him plenty of money for college
and I'm not donating another penny to his cause!"

"You know who is looking for a worker?" Lily chimed in with a big smile on her
face. "Mrs. Miller. She was saying she could use a strong, young, arm around
the farm."

"Mrs. Miller who?" their dad asked. "That older lady that just works on the
farm all of the time? She's not going to be able to pay him any money. She
must be poor."

"Not true" Lily continued. "Did you know that her husband died recently? A
real shame. Mr. Miller was only 55 years old, Mrs. Miller is only 50 and she
is already a widow. But believe it or not, that guy had a lot of money and he
left her a ton. Her and her husband worked on that farm their entire marriage
and now that he's gone she just wants to keep doing what she was doing. So she
wants to keep running the farm just like before he died but she needs someone
that can help her with all of the work. And she has the money to pay the
person to. She's offering fifteen bucks an hour to a strong, young, man that
can go over there and help her." Lily gave Greg a bitchy smile and he gave her
an evil look back. Boy, did he want to punch his sister in the face just then.

"Well you are going to call that lady immediately, Greg, and take that farm
job" Greg's mom said firmly.

"There's no way in hell I'm going to work on a farm all day with that old
lady" Greg said back angrily.

"Oh yes you will" his dad said back sharply. "Do you realize in today's
economy there are people mine and your mother's age that aren't making fifteen
dollars per hour? You should have realized when you weren't doing any of your
school work that you weren't going to be able to get the job you wanted. Now
you get on the phone and call that woman right away or you can find another
place to live!" Greg was trapped. He had no choice and his parents wouldn't
even know about the shitty job if it weren't for his pain in the ass sister.
He gave her another dirty look as he went to go call Mrs. Miller and Lily just
looked at him back with an evil smile.

Not to Greg's surprise whatsoever, no one had contacted Mrs. Miller for the
job before Greg did so the job was still open and she hired him. He was to
start the following day after that initial call.

Greg's dad dropped him off at the farm that following morning where Greg was
to work a full 8 hour day. It was before 8 a.m. when Greg got dropped off and
he saw Mrs. Miller walking around the farm all lively like she had already
been up and at 'em for two hours. Greg had only seen Mrs. Miller a couple of
times in his life and had only met her once. It had been a few years since he
had seen her so he didn't really remember what she looked like. As he walked
closer to her he observed her to see if her traits looked familiar. She wore a
straw hat and had red hair with a long ponytail. As he got closer to her he
noticed that although she had red hair it was definitely turning gray. She
wore a tight maroon short sleeved shirt. The tight shirt displayed that the
woman had pretty large breasts which Greg didn't find attractive at all
because of her age. Overall, she was just a large woman, not fat, just large.
Greg stood at about 5'8 and even without the straw hat on he guessed Mrs.
Miller to be 2 inches taller than he was. Her arms were quite large as well,
not real muscular, not really fat either (although they were fairly chunky),
but just large more than anything. The jeans she was wearing were fairly tight
and when Mrs. Miller turned around he realized that her ass was enormous as
well. She wore brown work boots that didn't appear to add to her height. She
was walking towards about a dozen buckets that were all sitting next to each
other all filled with water. When she reached the buckets she picked up one in
each hand and began to carry them away. She then looked up and saw Greg
standing there.

"Well there you are, finally" she said to Greg. "We gotta lotta work to do
today so gimme a hand by pickin' up a couple of those buckets a water an
takin' them over to that barn over there."

Greg walked over to the buckets. He did not want to spend his day carrying
buckets but that was how it was going to be. As he reached the buckets he bent
down to pick them up and as he had his hands on the handles and tried to lift
them and realized they were as heavy as can be. He tried to lift them off of
the ground but his muscles ached as he did so and he realized that he was not
strong enough to get these heavy buckets of water off of the ground. He looked
up and saw Mrs. Miller. She had a bucket of water in each hand that was filled
as much as the ones he was trying to lift up and she was walking swiftly with
a bucket in each hand and was not struggling whatsoever. Greg was beyond
humiliated that Mrs. Miller was able to carry the buckets with such ease and
that he was not even able to get them off of the ground. He was going to have
to figure out a way to do it. He could not admit to Mrs. Miller that he was
not strong enough to carry the buckets. Instead of trying to carry one bucket
in each hand like Mrs. Miller was doing he put both of his hands under one
bucket and tried to carry it that way. As he began lifting the one heavy
bucket off of the ground Mrs. Miller turned around and looked at him.

"Now what are you doin'?" she asked. "We don't got time to be doin' one bucket
at a time here. You do two buckets at once like I'm doin'. That's what I'm
payin' you for." Greg attempted to pick up a bucket with each hand and this
time Mrs. Miller watched as he tried to do so. Of course Greg's weak arms were
not able to even get the buckets off of the ground.

"Oh well that's just great" Mrs. Miller complained. "I said I needed a strong
young lad to help me out here and your family sends me a boy that has weaker
arms than I do." Greg couldn't believe what she had just said. An old woman,
50 years old, had just said she had stronger arms than him. His pride had
never been more hurt.

"Just because I'm not carrying these buckets doesn't mean you have stronger
arms than I do" he barked back.

"It sure does" Mrs. Miller said back. "Look a' me. I got a bucket a water in
each hand and you can't barely lift one with both of your hands."

"So" he replied and he didn't know what else to say.

"So" she said back. "You think you have stronger arms than me? Why don't you
come over to this picnic table over here and arm- wrestle me. Then we'll see
who has stronger arms." Mrs. Miller motioned her head over to a nearby picnic
table and set the two buckets of water in her hands on to the ground. She then
walked over to the picnic table. Greg was scared. He saw her carrying the two
water buckets that he wasn't able to get off of the ground and wondered how he
was going to have any chance in beating her at arm- wrestling. At the same
time he couldn't turn down a challenge from and old woman or he would feel
like even more of a coward. Greg walked over to the picnic table. Mrs. Miller
was sitting there at the table with her arm in the arm-wrestling position
awaiting him to go over to her. The older woman's arm did look quite large.
Greg looked down at his skinny arm and he really hoped that he would be able
to beat her. He sat down on the opposite side of the table from Mrs. Miller.
He locked his right hand with her right hand. Her hand felt chunky, large, and
strong. They both tightened their grip and got ready to go. The tightness of
Mrs. Miller's grip made Greg start to feel even more worried.

"Alright, I'm gonna count to three and when I say three that's when we begin"
Mrs. Miller explained. "One, two, three." The second she was done saying three
Mrs. Miller began bringing Greg's arm to the table with such ease Greg could
not believe it. The old woman's arm was so incredibly strong and even with
Greg using all of his strength he could not even slow her from slamming his
hand down on the table within a few seconds.

"You sure are weak, boy" she said and her face looked angry. "Do you have any
muscle whatsoever?" Greg could not stand the way that she was talking to him.

"I wasn't even ready" he complained back which he realized afterwards was a
pointless thing to say because he knew she would just request a rematch and
beat him again.

"Oh please" she snapped back. "Fine, we'll do it again and this time you can
say go. Heck, I'll even letcha start whenever you want and I bet you still
won't be able to move my arm. Let's get this over with now, boy." Mrs. Miller
put her arm back up again and Greg locked his hand with hers. Without counting
or anything he immediately tried to just bring her arm to the table. He used
all of his might and he still was not able to move her arm. He looked at her
face and could tell that she wasn't even trying.

"Well are you going to count to three or what, boy?" she asked him and then
when she looked at his face she realized that he had already begun. "Oh you're
tryin' already, I see you little cheater." Mrs. Miller then slammed Greg's arm
to the picnic table again with the same amount of ease she had done so the
previous match. The strength of this old woman's arm amazed Greg. She then let
go of his hand and stood up.

"Wow, what a waste you turned out to be" she complained. "I'm gonna go call
your dad there and tell him to come pick you up. I told people I needed a
strong young lad to help me and he sends me some weak little boy that I can
beat up. I'm gonna give him an earful about this, you can be sure of that!"
Greg got more and more annoyed at how this woman kept jumping the gun. Just
because she beat him at arm-wrestling did not mean that she could beat him up.
Her arms were stronger than his probably from doing nothing but carrying
buckets around all of the time but he was sure that if they were to fight he'd
be able to take the old woman pretty easily.

"What do you mean, beat me up?" he snapped back. "Don't go telling him that.
Just because you beat me in arm-wrestling doesn't mean that you can beat me
up."

"Well boy, you just won't quit will you?" she asked and she took a couple of
steps towards him. "I practically just broke your little noodle arm in half
and you don't realize that I can beat you up? Alright then. You think you can
beat me up? Come try it." Mrs. Miller took a few steps away from the picnic
table. She then faced Greg and raised her large fists up in front of her face
in a fighting position. "Come on now, boy" she continued. "You wanna fight?
Get over here and put up your dukes. I'll even let you have the first punch."
Once again, Greg was in a position where he couldn't turn down the challenge
that was in front of him. He stood up and nervously walked towards Mrs.
Miller. The larger woman stood there with her arms up and her big fists
blocking her face. Greg looked at her and wondered how he was going to be able
to hit her. Her arms and fists were much larger than his and the way she was
standing he had no idea how he was going to get a punch past her blocking
stance. The only opening he saw was below her waist. Greg walked up to her and
punched her right in her thigh. Her extremely large upper leg was covered by
fat and muscle and he could tell right away that his punch that took a lot of
his effort did not faze her at all.

"That's all you got, boy?" she asked with surprise. "You are just pathetic."
Mrs. Miller then wound back her arm. Greg saw her large fist coming at him and
he had no idea how to block it. He was never a fighter, ever. He raised his
arm in an attempt to block her punch but her much larger arm went right
through his arm and brushed it away and her large fist connected with Greg's
face. His ears rang upon contact and he immediately fell to the ground. His
eyes shut from the hit and when he opened his eyes back up everything was
blurry. When he finally was able to see straight he looked up and saw Mrs.
Miller there still standing in her punching stance.

"Get up now, boy" she said to him. "We still got plenty a fightin' to do."
Greg wasn't sure that he wanted anymore but he couldn't back down either. He
managed to get to his feet. He felt off balance but he couldn't let that
bother him. Mrs. Miller's fists were raised and he looked for any good place
where he may be able to hit her. Before he could figure one out Mrs. Miller
came back with another hard blow to his face. Greg fell on the ground once
again. Greg lay on the ground and he felt even more out of it then before from
the hit. Before he could think of anything else, Mrs. Miller went to the
ground and laid her larger body on top of his. Greg lay with his back on the
grass while the larger, older, Mrs. Miller had him pinned down. He struggled
to get up but his body size and strength was no match for hers. Greg struggled
and struggled to get free and Mrs. Miller just lay on top of him not showing
any sign of feeling strained by Greg's struggle whatsoever. Greg became more
and more upset as he tried his hardest but was not able to get himself free
from the older woman.

"So pathetic you are" she said. "Gettin' your bony butt beat by a woman over
twice your age. You should be ashamed of yourself. Now I'm definitely gonna
call your dad and have him get you out of here. He actually did some
accounting work for me an' my husband some years ago so I know his work
number." Mrs. Miller got up and walked away. Greg still lay on the ground. He
was too hurt and too worn out from the beating he had just taken to get up.
Mrs. Miller walked into her small little house and came back out with a
cordless telephone to her ear. "What's that?" she asked into the phone. "He's
in a meetin' right now?" There was a pause. "Well no, don't bother takin' a
message I don't got time for that I'll just look up his home number in the
phone book and call his wife there." Greg couldn't believe that Mrs. Miller
was going to be calling his house and telling his mother what had just
happened. He watched her walk inside briefly to look up his home number then
saw her walk back outside. Mrs. Miller dialed the phone again. She spoke into
it but as she started to speak she turned her head in the other direction so
Greg was not able to hear the first part of the conversation. She then turned
her head towards Greg again and at that point he could hear her.

"Yeah, well this boy is weak as the dickens" she said into the phone. "I
needed him to help me carry some water buckets and he wasn't able to do that.
Meanwhile, I'm there carryin' a bucket in each hand. What good does he do me
with those chicken limbs a his?" There was a pause as Mrs. Miller listened.
"Well true" Mrs. Miller continued. "Yea, I could use that. I could really use
that actually. Only problem is no way I'm payin' him fifteen dollars an hour
for that. I'll pay 'em five dollars an hour for that job and not a penny
more." There was another pause as she listened. "Well, yea, I guess if he
needs just any job I'll have 'em do that then for five bucks an hour. I'll
just pay 'em cash since that's lower than minimum wage. Bye now." Greg watched
Mrs. Miller press the off key on the phone. As bad as it was working there the
pay was good and now whatever he was going to be doing on this old woman's
farm was going to pay him less than working in fast food.

"That was your sister, Lily" Mrs. Miller said to Greg and it seemed like
forever before he heard her say anything else. He felt his stomach drop. He
had just assumed that Mrs. Miller had been on the phone with his mother and
didn't even consider the possibility that it could have been his sister on the
other end of the line. He hated his sister, he really did, and now she just
got to have the enjoyment of hearing Mrs. Miller tell her what she did. It was
a nightmare.

"We talked about what we can have you do for me since you ain't strong enough
to do any of the hard work" she continued. "I've put some scarecrow's out by
my crops but somethin' about the birds these days they're getting' smarter and
must be able to smell that those scarecrows are fake or somethin' cuz they
just fly right up there and tear the darn thing apart and then eat all my
crops anyway. Well now that I have you I'm just gonna have you be my
scarecrow. You can just stand out there and they should be able to tell by
your scent that you're a live human being but if they do fly up just wave your
arms around and scare them away. I'll pay you five bucks an hour for that and
I'll have to find someone else to help me with the manual labor stuff." Greg
lay on the ground. He was not going to do this. There was no way he was going
to stand in a field all day working for shit money especially if she was going
to have someone else, probably one of his peers, helping her out on the farm.
He stayed on the ground and made no attempt to get up. Mrs. Miller walked
towards him.

"Now get up now, boy, I gotta get some longer clothes on you to cover up all
your skin otherwise your white skin is going to fry out in that hot sun today
and you're gonna get sun poisoning." Mrs. Miller reached down, grabbed Greg
very tightly by the wrist, and pulled him to his feet before he could object.
She then started dragging him towards her house, still holding his wrist very
tightly.

"Let go of me!" he whined. "I'm not doing this job, I won't." He couldn't
believe how much of a baby he sounded like as he whined but he didn't care
anymore. Mrs. Miller continued to hold him firmly by the wrist and drag him
towards the house.

"Quit your whinin' or I'll pull down your pants and slap your ass so hard you
won't be able to sit down for the next week" she said back to him sharply. The
more she talked the more he could not believe how she was talking to a guy who
was old enough to vote. Mrs. Miller dragged Greg into her house. He looked
around and couldn't believe how old fashioned it looked. She let go of his
wrist. "Now you stay right here and don't go anywhere" she instructed. "I'm
gonna go get you some of my late husband's clothes that you can wear. Don't
you try runnin' away either 'cause I'll just call up your sister again and
find out where you live and then you'll be in a whole lotta trouble when I
find you." Mrs. Miller left the room and went into a bedroom. Greg stood there
alone. He had the opportunity to run away. Mrs. Miller could beat Greg up but
he doubted that she was faster than him. He was too scared to do it, though.
He was too afraid of what the consequences would be if Mrs. Miller caught him
afterwards. He still pondered it some more but before he could come to a
conclusive decision Mrs. Miller came back out with a plaid shirt in her hand,
a pair of overalls, and a straw hat. "This should cover you up good" she said
to him and then she threw the clothes at him and he caught them. "You go in
the lavatory there and get yourself changed then go meet me out in the
cornfield." Mrs. Miller left the house. Greg stood there holding the clothes
in his hands. He could not believe within a matter of a week or so his life
went from drinking and partying, with some of the hottest girls he had ever
seen, now to wearing a dead man's clothes so he could go stand out in the heat
and be a scarecrow for some old woman all day. He couldn't believe it but it
was the horrible reality. Mrs. Miller owned him now and there was nothing he
could do about it.

After Greg went into the bathroom and changed into the long, hot, musty
smelling clothes he left the house and walked towards the cornfield. He saw
Mrs. Miller standing there and she appeared to have a bucket in each hand
again. She put down the buckets and then waved her hand at Greg. "Hustle, boy"
she yelled at him. "Don't walk - RUN out here. I'm not payin' you to move
slow, that's for sure. C'mon now, move it, MOVE IT!" Greg did what he was told
and jogged towards Mrs. Miller. He could feel the sun beating down on him and
was already sweating from just being out there a couple of minutes. He had no
idea how he was going to get through the day standing in the sun, in the
extreme heat with those warm clothes and straw hat on. He finally reached Mrs.
Miller.

"OK, boy, now I need you to stand here all day and if any birds do come by you
do what you need to do to scare them away and make sure they don't eat any of
my crops. It's gonna be a hot one today so I put three or four bottles of
water in that bucket for you right there. You'll probably need to drink all of
them by the time this day ends. All that water'll probably fill up your
bladder real quick but I can't have you leavin' at all so if you gotta pee,
that other bucket right there is empty, you just go in there."

"There's a tree right over there" Greg protested and he pointed to a tree that
wasn't part of the filed but was still fairly nearby. "I'll just quickly run
over to that tree."

"Oh no you won't" she said back to him sharply. "If I'm going to be paying you
five dollars an hour of my saved up money I'm gonna get use for every second.
You use this bucket like you're told and if I catch you doing otherwise I'll
smash this bucket right over your head. I'll be back here in a few hours with
a bologna and cheese for your lunch."

Greg stood in the cornfield wearing Mr. Miller's old, smelly, hot clothes. As
time passed in the day the sun shined stronger and it got a lot hotter. Greg
was sweating up a storm just from standing there and he found himself very
thirsty, very quickly. Mrs. Miller was probably right about him needing the
bottled waters and he guessed that he'd have them all drank by the time she
came out with his lunch. He picked up one bottle and opened it. It was so hot
outside and he was so incredibly thirsty that he finished it in two gulps. He
knew he had to ration his water but he was way too thirsty and he opened up
another bottle and drank that entire bottle as well. He stood there sweating
and the sun beat down on him. He was hot and tired from standing. Then it hit
him. He had to urinate. He had to go very badly from drinking all of that
water and that was greatly adding to his discomfort. He was hoping that he
wouldn't have to use that bucket and that he could wait until days end but now
he knew that was not going to happen. He had no choice. He took his dick out
of his pants just enough to piss in the bucket and he looked at the ground
hoping no one was around to see him. When he finished he zipped up his pants
and looked up and saw a person there. Before he could look at the person he
assumed that it was Mrs. Miller but when he got a good look at the person he
saw it was his sister, Lily. She stood there wearing a tank top, short shorts,
and sandals. He could not believe she showed up on the farm, he could
definitely not believe it.

"Putting that bucket to good use?" she asked him with a nasty smile.

"Get the fuck out of here!" he snapped at her.

"I'm just coming to say hi" she laughed back.

"You fucking bitch" he said to her with more rage than he ever felt in his
life. "I can't believe you set me up for this fucking shit. I'm going to
fucking kill you, you hear me, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"So do it right now" Lily said back not seeming afraid with angered Greg even
more. "Or are you afraid Mrs. Miller will stop you? He-he-he." Her giggling
just added to his rage.

"You just wait" he said with even more anger. "You just fucking wait until mom
and dad aren't home and it's just you and me at the house. I am going to beat
the ever living shit out of you and I don't care what happens after that." He
was trying his best to sound psychotic and fill his sister was fear but based
on her reaction he was not accomplishing his goal.

"Well guess what" she said back still smiling. "Mom and dad are actually going
out to dinner and a movie this evening. They are going to be gone ALL night
until late. I'll be home though. So you wanna fight me? Tonight at the house
works for me." That was exactly what Greg wanted but his sister was way too
happy about it. Greg was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, he weighed 150 pounds,
and was about 6 inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than Lily was so he didn't
doubt that he could beat her up easily but she was so cool and calm about his
horrible threats that it did make him nervous. He had to go through with what
he was saying, though.

"Fine, they're gone tonight, I'll kill you tonight" he said to her.

"OK, I'll be waiting" she smiled and began to walk away. "Before I go, though,
I told Mrs. Miller I'd do her a favor and help her carry some of those buckets
full of water that you weren't able to lift. See you tonight!" Lily smiled one
more time and walked away. Greg looked at his sister as she walked away from
him. Her arms did have good muscle definition but they were still extremely
skinny. He didn't think there was any way she'd be able to carry those buckets
that he wasn't able to get off the ground. She must be carrying one bucket at
a time, he thought. For a spilt second he thought how terrible it would be if
Lily was able to carry a bucket in each hand and then he had to go fight her
later. But then he quickly stopped thinking that because he knew there was no
way his small sister would be able to do so. He stopped thinking about that
and then looked in the distance. He could see Mrs. Miller and Lily talking
near the buckets. Mrs. Miller then picked up one of the buckets in her right
hand then another in her left hand and started to carry them away. Lily then
picked up one bucket with her right hand then the other with her left hand
with the same ease that Mrs. Miller did and followed behind Mrs. Miller
carrying a bucket in each hand..

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