Alice POV

Ever since the goblins had appeared in her kitchen last night, it has seemed like a dream. She forgot to tell Jason about the fact that she had level. She has been pulling up her status screen several times this morning, not believing she has leveled up.

Name: Alice Robertson

Level: 2

Class: none

Occupation: Rancher

Physique 15/15 [(+2) 23:01:23]

Dexterity 13/13

Stamina 11/11

Mental 22/22

Charm 14/14

Hitpoints: (Phy + Men +(level(2) x 2)= 39

Mana points (Men x level) = 44

Unused Stat point: 0

Unused skill point: 0

Skill:

Blunt weapons 1

Piercing weapons 1

Riding 3

Barrel racing 4

Roping 3

Spellcraft 1

Spell:

Light healing 4 x level (8) 16 mana

Light Healing: A spell that can heal a creature's body by four points times the caster's level. Wounds will knit back together, and bones will reset. Will not reattach limbs or regenerate a limb. It can be used every ten seconds cost ten mana to cast.

Looking at her status for the first time shows her Physique, Dexterity, and Charm below ten because of age. When she put points into Physique, she ends up losing the age bluff. Being a bit vain, she put four points into Charm. After last night she was in bed with Jason after a few years of fantasizing about him. She didn't want to lose him. Who knows how many times she got herself off thinking about him at night. No! she was not about to lose him to a younger, more prettier woman. The fact that she had a massive amount of freckles on her face and upper body and the constant teasing when she was little made her think she was not that pretty. Even though many men, both young and old, have flocked to her side, asking her out or trying to get into her pants. No one but Tom, her deceased husband, has ever touched her except for Jason last night. After seeing Jason in the background of her video chats with Chet and seeing him without a shirt on for the first time. She practical drool from seeing him, much to her son's delight. Ever since that time, Chet started adding pictures of Jason a few times with Jason without his shirt on in the weekly mail she got from him.

Chet then told her that Jason has a fetish for dating older women, usually fifteen to twenty years older than him. Most times, it didn't last more than a day or even a week. He even told her about him dating two older women who were twins he broke up with after a week, saying never again. Saying that the two women kept asking him who was better in bed or who was prettier. It must have been so bad that he swore off dating for a year. In fact, she didn't think he dated anyone since because the attack on her son and Jason happened not long after that. Her son's stories made her laugh, and she found herself jealous of the women that Jason dated. She even got to chat with Jason, exchange emails, and get to know about the man behind the shirtless chest.

After she almost died from the goblins' attacking yesterday and seeing Jason come to her rescue. She decided that she not hold back telling him that she liked him. Even married to Tom, her dead husband. She has never been drawn to any man like she is to Jason. She feels like when he is around, she is safe, and when he is gone, it is like the light in the room dims. After waking this morning, she put the rest of the points she gained from leveling into Charm. She is not going to lose her man to another woman, not after last night. The feeling of waking up drape over him made her feel happy inside for once since her son's death. The night-long sex they had still made her a little sore from the amount of sex they had. And talking about how they would like the castle to be built in their talks in between the sex was the highlight of the night. Tom rarely touched her after marriage and, even worse, rarely knowledge her even being there. After grabbing coffee this morning and letting Jason finish up with the magical table below. When opening the door into her pantry from the bunker's stairs, and stared in surprise.

The pantry is ten times its size. There are shelves everywhere and a few large wooden barrels along one wall. The sad part is most of the shelves are empty. Checking out the barrels and finding flour that only fills a fifth of the bottom of one barrel. The other two barrels have beans and rice grains that are about as high as the flour barrel. Now that there is no way to travel to the local market to buy products, they will have to find wheat and mill it themselves. If she remembered right, the Larson were growing wheat in their field about six miles to the east of here and that there is an old millstone at the old junkyard outside of Fulton. They could jury rig into a mill. Thinking about where some more old wagons or modern wagons can make hitches and have horses pull them. The McCormick has a few draft horses. If nothing killed them and two wagons, it would take them an hour to get there by horse. Have to check to see if they are still alive.

"Oh Shit, Edith!"

Oh, god! I hope she is alright. She went north to get a couple of horses to bring back to her place outside of town to the west.

I better let Jason know. We need to see if she got back and, if not, at least bring her horses in the barn and her two dogs that she has to guard the place and bring back to the house. We have both been friends for twenty years. She has been a widow twice now. Her first husband was a marine that was a guard at an embassy in Turkey where they met. She is almost fifty and with long beautiful black hair that reaches her butt that she braided into a ponytail. Standing about five feet ten with long legs, small breasts, and a hawk-like nose that bring out her beauty with her piercing dark brown eyes. After her second husband died in a knife attack from a barroom brawl that he got in. Because he nearly beat Edith to death at the bar they were drinking in. Someone step in and kill him in a fight. When the guy stops him from hitting her. After leaving the hospital and selling everything, She headed west after the funeral to get away from her husband's friends that kept trying to sleep with her. With her husband just buried. She fled and drove west. The truck and trailer full of her stuff and some of his guns she ran.

She stopped at the town up north on the main highway and saw a posted rodeo poster at the hotel. She decided to stay for the weekend and fell in love with barrel racing and cattle roping. After the show, she went to the back area to talk to some women about barrel race and was cornered by a couple of men who tried to rape her. She ended up grabbing a bullwhip out of the back of someone's truck and just slung the whip around, beating the hell out of the two men. The sheriff's deputies show up and want to arrest her on assault. But when the sheriff showed up and was about to take the two men's sides, I spoke up and said that if she was arrested, I should be arrested too, and then started telling the sheriff to make sure that she would make sure that he would lose his job the next election. The two wounded men backed down from filing assault charges when Edith said she would drop the attempted rape charges against them.

The two men pack up fled the area a few days after being released from the hospital from the wounds that the whip made. Edith bought the old Parker's place with about forty acres to the west of Fulton and bought some barrel riding horses. They have been best friends ever since. When she saw Jason's pictures and then when he finally showed up at my door, she told me that she would gobble him up herself if I didn't do something about my feelings about him. Hoping she is alright and made it back with the horses.

I will have Jason get her and her stuff when he goes get her sister and her family from town. She is not to worry about her sister at the moment. Considering her husband, Ben is a tall man built like a bear and is the local blacksmith everyone goes to. He horseshoes horses and mends everyone broken machinery that they can't get parts for or because it cost too much to buy. His side business is selling knives and swords online that he makes. Ben makes even money selling his stuff online to work at home to work full time, making people custom knives.

Her sister's two ruffians, as she calls her teenage boys that are built like their dad. Henry likes to work with his dad in the shop, and Harry wants to hunt and work outdoors. More than likely, he will join a ranch or farm and work. Mary always had problems with the two doing their homework, so I doubt either would go to college. Signing to herself, okay, there be no college now. Sadly shook her head.

Stepping out the pantry into a spacious kitchen with a walk-in fireplace filled with iron pot and pans. The pans are hanging on the wall and ironware hanging around it with a large iron cauldron sitting inside the fireplace to one side. Arch double door brick oven that is built into the side of the fireplace. Where the smell biscuits that are being baked. Her refrigerator is gone, and in its place is a large iron door to her right. There is a large six-inch thick oak tabletop in the middle of the room with a portly middle-aged woman in a white beach dress, a full-length apron, and a chef hat next to the table. She is rolling out dough on the table while a dark-haired man in plain clothes and an apron and a brown-haired woman in a dress with an apron are both working around the kitchen stirring pots. The boy is stacking firewood next to the fireplace. The room is already warm from the heat.

Stunned, all Alice can do is open and close her mouth before yelling. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my kitchen? And where the hell is my kitchen?"

The three stopped and stared at her in fear.

[Congratulation! You have gained the skill of Intimidation!]