The Farm (Winter && Rick36695)

[Winter]

It was just Klara's luck to have her car break down in the middle of nowhere. It was just like some act of an angry and vengeful god to have it breakdown right in the middle of one of those famous midwestern thunderstorms. She had managed to pull off the side of the road when she could no longer see if the road was even there, but over the next half hour as thunder and lightning had shook her car and the rain pelted it like a waterfall, she had sat there in tense silence, staring at the lack of a signal on her phone and hoping that no one was going to come hydroplaning off the road and slam into her. ... Not that that seemed very likely at all, of course; this was the backroads, and while she had been driving them she had seen exactly one other motorist.

Once the rain had stopped, and she had waited in vain for a few minutes to see if anyone was going to drive by (it was obvious that they probably weren't) she sighed and decided it was probably time to start walking and see if she could find anyone to help her out. Fortunately, it seemed as if someone out there was looking out for her, because she realized that she had just happened to pull into a long driveway, at the end of which (she could just barely see it in the distance, silhouetted against the stormy sky) was a cluster of buildings. Hopefully, someone lived there.

It took longer than she had hoped to arrive at the house (her progress was slowed substantially by the fact that the driveway, mostly constructed of dirt and gravel, had turned to mud in the storm), but eventually she made it and found herself at a small farm. Not wasting any time dallying about, she immediately walked through the gate and up to the tidy porch of the house, where she... paused. She wasn't going to lie; she was a bit wary about knocking on doors to farms in the middle of nowhere in the aftermath of a terrible rainstorm, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. There was no telling if the storm would start back up, and since she had no reception on her cellphone (she confirmed this by checking it again), her only hope was knocking on this stranger's door.

Or ringing on the doorbell, to be exact. After she had hit the little button and heard its distant ring inside of the house, she quickly made sure that she looked as presentable as possible. This was more difficult than it seemed, because during her long trek here she had gotten drenched by intermittent bursts of rain in the aftermath of the storm. Her long blonde hair was a sopping mess, and her tshirt, which had already been tight on her before it had gotten wet, now clung to her chest, leaving nothing of her ample breasts to the imagination.

 

[Rick36695]

“Come here Bobo”, the utterance passing the thin pale lips of the gray headed gentleman dressed in a blue ball-cap and bib overalls contained the hint of a southern draw coerced the shaking black ball of fur from under the bed. Its stubby tail wagging as the Scottish terrier lept into his awaiting arms as lighting flashed bringing with it another clap of thunder rattling the windows in the hundred year old farmhouse.....

Holding shaking pouch he tramps to the livingroom the dog sitting comfortably in the crook of his arm as he settles down on the over stuffed sofa grabbing a trade magazine entitled "DNA Monthly". Sitting on the couch the Scottie in his lap flipping through the periodical as he awaits the passing of the storm as his free hand slowly glides over Bobo's shinny well groomed coat the animal still shivering its paws crossed in form of it.

“Did you hear that Bobo”, he asked as his slender frame rose from the couch and headed to the door. The hardwood floor creaking as he stepped, the dog it head tilting as Mr. McDonald asked, “Who in the world would be out on a night like tonight.”

It had been the first time anyone came to his door, since he bought the place after retiring from his position the government’s Livermore Biological Laboratory almost two years ago to the day... While only he knew the full story behind his retirement it had been rumored it was not his choice he left and the reasons while classified had something to do with a breach of ethics and protocol...

As he opened the door, his eyes were greeted by a young blonde woman soaked to the skin, and no sight of a car, “Don’t just stand there come in, come in”, as he stepped aside giving her a little more personal space an extending his arm in an inviting gesture. “Your soaking wet what in the world are you doing walking in the rain on a night like tonight?”The tiny dog yapping at the stranger, as he momentarily turned and wagged his finger at Bobo, then once again sifted his stance and turned facing whomever it was that came to his door before speaking to her once more, “Please forgive Bobo we don’t have many visitors and the storm has really shaken him.. He's just nervous”, as he reaches down and pats its head and scratches behind Bobo's cute pointy ears... "I was about to fix something to eat and I could use a little help in the kitchen if you don't mind miss, Miss a sorry I don't know your name..."

 

[Winter]

Klara put on her best smile when the door opened and it... Didn't look like an axe murderer was standing there. When the door was opened for her, she quickly walked inside, looking down at the little dog and smiling disarmingly at it. She really wasn't surprised at all to learn that the little thing was afraid of thunder.

"Thank you so much for letting me in," she said, looking at the man. "My name is Klara... My car broke down in the storm a little ways down the road, and I trekked all the way here. I'm so sorry to impose, but do you have a phone or something that I can use to call a mechanic? My cellphone isn't getting any service out here..."

 

[Rick36695]

"Its no imposition at all Klara, just call me Buzz everyone does and the phone’s right down the hall the first room on the right you can't miss it the phone is on the coffee table..."

He paused just a moment adding, “It was out of service a half hour ago but your welcome to try it however, I'm afraid it sometimes it takes weeks to get the phone company out here...”, pointing down the hallway as he said, “Excuse me a minute while I get you something to dry off with, I have towels fresh out of the dryer... Nice and toasty.. And Bobo and I insist you stay for dinner.. Don't we Bobo", petting the black bundle of nerves as he turned on his heel strolled toward the laundry room in the back of the house...

As he walked away he turned slightly and raising his arm pointed past Klara making sure she would be able to find the phone... Before he took a left and disappeared around a corner...

 

[Winter]

Klara nodded. "Thanks a lot, Buzz... I appreciate it." She watched him head down the hall and then moved over to where the phone was, picking up the receiver and placing it to her ear, hands moving to the buttons. Unfortunately, before she could press any of them, she realized she heard... Nothing.

Just like he had mentioned, it was out. The line must have been blown out by the storm or something.

"Just my luck..." She said, with a sigh.

 

[Rick36695]

Hearing the sigh as he rounds the corner Buzz stands for a moment sizing up this young woman. His eyes wondering over her body remembering the shape of her ample breasts stretching the wet fabric of her top. Wondering if she'd jump startled by his flanking her from the rear...

Tentatively reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder his empathic voice all but, dousing the rhythm of Bobo nails clicking lightly on the floor as the little black dog runs in circles beside him., “No luck with the phone, I guess?”

Quickly redrawing his hand he waits for her to turn around his arms full of fluffy towels of all colors as the clear clean fragrance of freshly washed laundry slowly drifts through the room. As Bobo stands on her hind legs her paws at her master knee wanting to be picked up and cuddled once more...