You are awaken.

You try to brush away the haze of sleep, but it's a losing cause despite feeling a nudge on your shoulder. Subconsciously you hear Loretta's voice whispering into your ear trying to wake you up but you ignore her so you can enjoy the erotic dream of being smothered by Loretta, Connie and your cousin, Marla.

While you fantasize about spraying the trio with an endless stream of semen from your cock you are suddenly awaken with a violent shake.

"Wake up, boy," the withered old face of Loretta's father stares down at you as your eyes adjust to the light cracking over the horizon.

Panicked thoughts race through your head. Did you talk in your sleep and mumble Loretta's name?

"The tow truck will be here in half an hour," he says matter of factly, not giving a slightest hint if he understood the puzzled look on your face. "Breakfast will be ready by the time you're showered and packed."

"Thanks, sir," you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Stumbling into the house you see Loretta coming down the stairs, dressed in a white tank top and flowered skirt. If she's disappointed by last night, she doesn't show it as she beams a smile at you. "Good morning, Mr. Doe," she says.

"Good morning, Loretta," you reply, walking past her to head to the bathroom. As you shower, you silent curse to yourself for missing the opportunity of a lifetime with Loretta and her friend, Connie, last night.

The three of you quietly eat the simple breakfast of fresh toast, bacon, eggs and black coffee before the tow truck arrives.

The old farmer shows you out of the house and you thank him and his daughter for their hospitality. The old farmer offers you a strong handshake. "You're okay, son. Don't be a stranger," he says.

You and Loretta look at each other awkwardly. The tow truck horn breaks the silence. As you board the tow truck, the farmer pats you on the shoulder and sees you off as you head to a garage to see about your car being fixed.