You may have heard of it. I feed them, give them water, milk the cows and goats, and clean their living areas. My average day consists of my mother waking me up and making me breakfast. Then after breakfast, my dad and brother Josh leave to check the fields. After breakfast I do my rounds while my mom sits inside and does whatever.
That was until the day his GPS went on the blink while traveling through the prairie provinces of Canada. Poor Jack, or maybe I should say lucky Jack, found himself on a dirt road, miles from anywhere and out of gas. As the old joke predicted there was a farm house in the distance and he set out to walk. By the time he reached the farm it was getting dark.
It's hot. I've been weeding the same square of earth for the last two hours, barely making progress, and I swear the sun has started to boil my brain. I sat back on my heels and swiped the back of my hand over my sweat-stained forehead and then I heard him. Working hard?
The year I turned 16 was a spectacular one, my parents were both partners in a growing law firm down in Tennesee and were acquiring a steady flow of new customers. However the uniform was built for girls, and I was not one. By 16 years of age I already had a round pair of double D breast with what I considered dainty nipples at their centers. On my birthday my parents were due to leave for a conference in London and were going to leave me alone in a small and boring town. I managed to guilt them enough to buy me a beautiful black Spanish Stallion, they always bought me what I wanted.