2025 Part Two: 2025, #2

By Terrence Aubrey

By the year 2025 life had changed on planet earth as had the weather. The weather had bedcome increasingly un predictable and extreme as had the difference between right and wrong. Those at the Refuge represented the good and were going were going from strength to strength. 

Unfortunately for those at the Refuge the same was true for those looking for a free ride or even a free everything!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terrence Aubrey
• Release date: Aug 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393173465

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction, an invention on the part of the author. All names, characters and places used within this story have been invented, from the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, places or localities is completely coincidental.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank the following people that have directly or indirectly inspired me to write 2020

Jerome Frederick, Edward Johnathon and Isaac William and you know why. Juan Del Campo, shine on you crazy diamond. Andres Rubio and Jose Rubio, Antonio, Mike, Pedro, Peter, Jens, Alice, Rod, John, Sophie, Ana Marie, Juan and his family, they run my local café, Tori and of course Lisa of the beautiful smile, keep the coffee coming.

There are far too many to mention here, but you have, each of you; inspired me in some form, or another and I hope you know who you are and I thank you, each of you.

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To add authenticity I have incorporated a smattering of Spanish words within this story.

Huerto’s................Vegetable garden

Que Pasa...............What’s happening?

Hasta luego............Until later

Guiri.....................Slang for foreigner

Buen Viaje............. Good trip/journey

Bocodillo................Sandwich

Mucho trabajo..........A lot of work

Disfruta..................Enjoy

About the Author

Terrence Aubrey was born in Bristol, England, the only son of a Ballet dancer mother and composer father. Rebellious of nature from an early age, he abandoned his education at the earliest possible moment, fifteen.

He showed no inclination of following in the artistic footsteps of his parents during his formative years.  Preferring a self enlightening process, he set off upon an adventure that led him to experiment with understanding the mind and self awareness development. This path led him to meet at the age of twenty four a young man from India who at the time was thirteen years of age, to this day the wisest man he ever met.

He has enjoyed extensive World travel across the countries of Europe, the America’s, north and south and the FSU. He found those travels enriching, mind opening and educational in equal measure.

Writing is something that he found he had both a passion and excitement for, quite late in life and set up a popular blog. His novels reflect the self inflicted disaster we term climate change. The fact that we seem unwilling or unable to instigate the serious lifestyle changes needed forms the backbone of many of his novels.

Terrence Aubrey has four sons, three dogs and two ex wives. He currently lives on a farm in southern Spain, cultivates Avocados and writes.

Chapter One

Granada

They felt road weary and a little tired once they checked into the hotel and the sauna and sun beds were their first port of call. They were lucky with the sun beds, all available, though less lucky with the sauna, it was quite full, all men. Somehow they found space and the girls were immediately the focus of attention. The fact that neither Anastasia, nor Annette showed any modesty, squashed together on one of the upper benches only added to their attraction. Annette looked like she’d enjoyed two weeks sunbathing on the beach, now deeply tanned. Anastasia too was a golden brown and Rod too realized that he too now boasted something of a bronzed look courtesy of the hour he’d spent upon the sun bed, not bad. The combination of the sauna and intermittent cold showers also succeeded in washing away the affects of the long and arduous journey they’d endured and the were girls were again in the mood to party, though Rod less so, he’d been the one driving! They decided to forego dinner in the hotel, even though it was included in the price and were in the mood to savor Granada’s night life. The girls dressed to reflect their mood, daringly and the night air was pleasantly warm as they stepped outside, sweetly scented too from the abundance of flowering shrubs planted up all over. The receptionist had recommended they savor the numerous tapas bars in the city something Granada was famed for, she’d added. They followed her advice, the custom locally to gift one free Tapa with each drink they bought. Their hotel was in the old Moorish part of the town, they discovered almost immediately. There were endless narrow streets leading off of the square in which their hotel was situated, Plaza de Andalucía its name. By the time they found themselves in a delightful square overlooking the Alhambra Palace their appetites were sated. The wine they’d enjoyed had loosened them up and they each of them felt pretty good, Rod even more, so. He’d now been on the road for a very long time, twice as long as the girls. He’d also endured the worst driving conditions imaginable and then some, the clouds from hell the scariest part. The fact that the girls were feeling good was reflected in their flirtatious and sensual mood, both more than happy to show off their slim and feminine figures. Rod felt like a king, a sensation he was increasingly enjoying when out with what he now thought of as his girls. The girls lapped up the attention too and became increasingly daring and outrageous as they did so. It seemed a fitting way to cast aside the hellish journey south and begin their new life in Spain and spending their last night on the road in the local capital had been an inspired idea, as far as Rod was concerned and if asked Anastasia and Annette would have agreed with him. The half light was perfect from their perspective, allowing them the possibility to do what they had both come to love, pleasure themselves and their man discreetly and at the same time publically. The girls struck lucky, a bunch of American guys were sat at a nearby table and overlooking them. Anastasia pitched their ages as mid to late twenties and they were clearly tourists, they stood out. Rod turned a blind eye as Annette parted he knees a little and hitched her short skirt up still further while Anastasia undid one more button and they were soon as they liked to be. It had, at least for Rod become normal, how it was with them. Rod eventually strolled inside of a nearby bar, fancied a beer. One of the Americans smiled Anastasia’s and she smiled back coyly, lowering a hand to seemingly cover herself as she did so. The Americans had joined them when Rod strolled to the distant low wall at the end of the small square. It was a popular vantage point, overlooking the deep, but narrow valley across to the Alhambra Palace and Palace was a fitting description. That it had been built many hundreds of years earlier by the Moors Rod struggled to believe. It was still in a near perfect condition and the Moors? That ancient civilization had not fared as well as the monuments testifying to their passing had. There were a lot of tourists enjoying the view; despite the late hour. It was maybe just as well, the girls in their element. Two guys were now sat before Anastasia and closely and two before Annette. It was perfect, providing them the privacy to do that which they’d come to love excite themselves to orgasm before good looking guys they did not know. Rod rejoined them, his timing perfect and the girls stood to join him, wishing the guys a good evening. They called into two bars as they strolled unhurriedly towards their hotel. In the second bar, big and not so busy they gave Rod a show, once they’d sat in a dimly lit corner. He’d not tired of watching them excite themselves and hoped he never would be.

They shared the double bed when they got back, it was a tight fit, but that was no bad thing. They took it in turn to sit on him and doing all the work, especially when he needed arousing between sessions. Rod realized he’d need to pick up more condoms in the morning. He did not want to mimic the African King with many wives and surrounded by hoards of children!

Rod awoke with a start the following morning, Anastasia and Annette soon after and from the noise; it was outside, what was happening? They climbed from bed, it was late gone well past ten and Rod pulled back the curtain. It was hail stones, but of an intensity and size that equaled the storms they’d experienced on the road. Rod felt a sense of serious disappointment, had the hellish weather they’d endured moved this far south? There was nothing they could do and were safe where they were and returned to bed, the seemingly endless journey south and in hellish conditions had exhausted each of them and the girls as much as Rod in trying to support him and keep his spirits up. They had overslept, a first and only just made breakfast, entering the dining room at eleven thirty! Rod took it as a good sign, the pressure was off and they were where they wanted to be, or at least very close The weather had been beautiful the previous day, near normal too and late into the previous night. Fuck what a welcoming, would they even be able to do anything when they reached the farm and was it even a good idea to head there, it was in the middle of nowhere? Rod called Peter, glad the phones were still working, as he tried to relax over coffee and told him where they were and that they’d be with him shortly. He did not bother to tell he that they were a threesome, why should he. Pete told him he was unlucky with the weather, that it had been beautiful all week. Tell me about it Rod thought though he said nothing. He popped out and to a nearby chemist, the girls nursing their coffee. The pretty young assistant struggled to suppress a grin; he bought six packs of condoms. He was quite tall, quite young too, clearly some kind of lothario and not bad looking either. Rod had other reasons to buy so many. How much more time did what they thought of as civilization have left? It was a worry that only intensified as he dashed back to the hotel; soaked to the skin well before he arrived. They hung around in the dining room, until they were asked to leave. They then returned to their room and Rod changed into dry clothes.

It was well past midday before the hail eased off, turning first into rain and then little more than drizzle, he’d risk it.

It took them less than an hour to reach the area in which to farm stood and enjoyed some luck, the clouds cleared and the warm sun reappeared. They soon had to open the land rover’s windows, the temperature’s rapidly rising. Rod pulled to the side of the road once he’d reached the summit of the pass that lead down to the valley in which his farm lay. Their farm, Pete’s farm and many others were clearly visible beneath them as was the nearby and sizable village of Sedona. It was the not so distant and the Mediterranean Sea that dominated the scene looked as majestic and beautiful as he remembered it. Anastasia and Annette threw their arms around him, congratulated him and kissed his cheeks. While Anastasia had seen a quite few photos they had not compared to the panoramic vista she was now gazing at. Annette had known next to nothing about where she was heading. She had no regrets, she loved both Rod and Anastasia and the area was stunningly beautiful. She was aware that it was a far cry from Lyon, sparsely inhabited; they’d have to make their own fun, though no problem there, she thought mischievously.

Rod set off and at a cautious speed looking forward to seeing his old friend Peter and Sally, his sweet wife. For the second time in his life he and Peter would be neighbors, Rod was conscious that they were as chalk and cheese in many respects. While no idiot he was no match for Peter intellectually. No he was the dynamic one, the go getter, the doer. He smiled inwardly; he’d certainly gone and got during the past months! Rod was looking forward to seeing Peters face when he arrived with his two beautiful girls, as he now thought of them.

Rod and Peter had originally met through the environmental meetings they’d both attended an age ago, Rod barely eighteen at the time.  Peter was quite a few years older than him, but that was irrelevant and had mooted the idea of moving to Spain and farming years earlier. His timing had been perfect. The only foreigners interested in buying in Spain back then invariably heading to the Costa Del Sol. When his farm became available the only competition he’d faced was from nearby neighbors. Rod could not remember how much he’d paid for it, but knew it was very little and his farm was huge, five hundred acres or thereabouts. The drizzle returned as he neared Peter’s farm disappointing, but not the end of the World. They had finally arrived or very nearly, Rod was only too aware that there was little he could do on his farm until the rain stopped and the ground dried out, maybe for the best, he had a two way journey from hell to recover from. Even as those thoughts passed through his mind he realised that some of what he’d endured would seem barely believable!  As if by magic the rain eased up, as he turned onto the long private track leading to Peter’s house, it was now a very light drizzle. Peter and Sally were awaiting them on their porch when they pulled up. The exchange of greetings and in Anastasia and Annette’s case, introductions were warm and friendly. Sally had been worried about them, had been following the weather conditions further north on the radio.

Peter looked at Rod quizzically when he’d made the introductions. He told him the full story once Sally led the girls inside. She’d set a vegetable broth going once Peter had told her of Rods imminent arrival and luckily she’d made a big one. Anastasia and Annette helped Sally as best they could once they’d been shown to their room, they would spend this night at Sally’s house. Rod and Peter walked the farm, wearing wellington boots. The farm seemed even bigger than Rod remembered it, though he’d only given the land a fleeting glimpse. Peter had one hell of a lot of crops under cultivation. While this part of the World had escaped the worst of the weather conditions sweeping the World, it had become progressively wetter. As Peter had pointed out; this was not such a bad thing. Given the climate the growing conditions had improved. Equally the variety of crops that could be grown in the area had increased dramatically during the past couple of years. Anastasia, Annette and Sally hit it off from practically the moment of meeting, something that was clear to both Rod and Peter when they returned from their stroll.

Little was done that afternoon and while Anastasia and Annette helped Sally around the house, Peter Drove Rod to introduce him to the nearby neighbors. That they shared a common reason for having moved to the area was more than clear and pretty much immediately. One couple had stood out; they were German and were clearly quite rich. It was not important. They were as open and friendly as was everyone else Rod met that day. With the singular exception of the German couple, most were living relatively simply lives and. all were growing crops; only the intensity of their planted area’s varying. Rod realized almost immediately that they shared a common bond; all had turned their backs on the way of life accepted across Europe. That that was the only common denominator was also very clear. While some had clearly been quite wealthy in their former lives, others had clearly not, but did that matter, as far as Rod could see, not at all and he suspected that that was the shared view amongst all. Rod felt encouraged when they set off to return to Peter’s house. The area and climate was ideal and the neighbors more than friendly. No, he had; as much from luck as planning; chosen well. The rain had stopped by the time they got back, Rod relieved, he hoped to do at least something on the farm the following day, if only to erect their tent.  That Sally, Anastasia and Annette had gelled was apparent to both Rod and Peter as soon as they entered the kitchen. Sally almost certainly had ten years on them and while she had never compared with them in the beauty stakes, what they did share in common was sharp and agile minds, it was enough. Rod shared his experiences of his fraught journey north and then south over a late lunch, the bizarre clouds and endless rain too. While Peter had picked up some news of the rains in northern Europe he had not realized it was so bad. Anastasia joined in when Rod described the often scary trip south from Ukraine.

Both Peter and Sally realized they had got off lightly. While they too had experienced bouts of unseasonal rain, it in no way compared with what rod and Anastasia described to them. Sally told them they would be welcome to stay overnight, though could only offer a double bed. Anastasia had already accepted, telling her that it would be perfect. Pete glanced Rod’s way, had his cheeks reddened he wondered.

They did little that day, though did take what was now their second land rover and trailer, still fully laden down to their farm. It was as much to allow both Anastasia and Annette their first view of the place. Rod would drive it and Anastasia the other. Rod was glad that he’d gone to the trouble of driving the spare land rover down, even though it had taken him an age, sure that it would prove worthwhile over time. The farm was about a mile and down a gently descending track and as if to welcome them the sun emerged from behind a cloud as they entered. There was no gate, no fence either!

The first thing that hit them was the views to the Mediterranean Sea, immediately below them, though some forty miles distant. The girls loved it, as did Rod, but this was his third visit and their first. They enjoyed a three way hug. After so many days of traveling they had finally arrived and it was just as beautiful as Rod had described it. The girls were really not dressed for a farm, but it didn’t matter they would do nothing this day anyway. The girls kicked off their sandals and the three of them went walkabout in a tightly bunched threesome. It was as beautiful as Rod remembered it. The air was pleasantly warm, pleasantly scented too and the grass was not unpleasantly wet beneath the girl’s naked feet. The cottage was much as Rod remembered it, perhaps the odd roof tile had slipped a little but nothing more. He then led them to the little stream that marked one of the borders. Anastasia and Annette went for a paddle, the water surprisingly