Fate of the Farm

"Ba-boomph!" The sound of your rust bucket of a car backfiring can probably be heard for miles in this small, backwater area. Empty fields sometimes appear to go for miles with nothing but the occasional herd of cows or small patch of trees. Everything looks so similar to everything else that you would have sworn a handful of times already that you were utterly lost just to find out that you in fact were still right on track. After a quick glance at the map the Lawyer's assistant had given you, you realize that you have no idea where you're going this time. You grab the map off the passenger seat where it was laying over the thick packet of legal documents that you had been given as well and begin turning it, first to the left; then to the right. Finally you flip it over and feel more confused than ever.

"The house has to be around here somewhere...." you say to yourself under your breath. You remember going through town, crossing both bridges, but now you just can't tell where you are beyond that. Every turn looks like everything else; field after field after field. Your car keeps putting along as you start to come across another side road, one just like all the others you've passed up to this point. Except you notice something new and different; there's a red truck parked on the side of the road.

As you get closer, you notice the drivers side door pop open and someone steps out while waving at you as if to get your attention. Being from the city, you slow down a little but don't immediately stop. In the city, playing good Samaritan more often than not got you beat up, robbed, or worse.... As the mysterious figure walks around to the front of the truck, you notice that this person doesn't look dangerous at all. In fact, she looked quite the contrary; friendly and inviting.

She had red, curly hair that was sticking out from underneathe the cowgirl hat she wore on her head. A red flannel shirt that is tied around her midsection covers more like a bra than a shirt. Her shorty jean shorts were cutoff barely below her crotch in the front, and halfway up her ass cheeks in the back. They are followed up with a pair of beautiful, long legs that fit nicely into a pair of cowgirl boots that appear to match her hat, pulling the whole outfit together. You are immediately stunned by her beauty and you pull over to the side of the road close by where her red truck is parked at.

She smiles profusely, her dimples scrunching up her freckle-covered cheeks as she waves at you energetically like she's been waiting for you. But who is she? As you start to get out of your car, you hear her holler over at you, "Howdy! I'm glad you finally made it. I feel like I've been waiting here forever."

Confused, you ask her, "How do you know who I am?" You scratch your head as you walk closer to her, getting a closer look at her amazing body. Her skin is evenly tanned all over, shimmering slightly in the heat of the day. You try not to stare at the fair amount of cleavage she is sporting or at her long legs that look smoother than silk, going all the way up to heaven....

The stranger giggles a little, "Hehe, it's a pretty small town." She puts both hands on her hips and tilts slightly to one side. "Plus your Gramps was a legend around here."

"Oh, he wasn't...." You try to correct her, but she keeps going, seemingly uninterested in being corrected.

"He practically built most of the town himself." She takes one hand off her hips and starts moving it around as she talks as if directing an orchestra while she speaks. "I mean without him and his farm, I doubt ANY of us would still be here. He's our rock...." Her face turns mournful momemtarily as she obviously seems to still be getting used to the fact that your Uncle was no longer here. ".... was our rock..."

You try to console her as she seems visibly upset about this. "I'm sorr..." but you don't get far before you're interruped again.

"Ya he was special to all of us in our own ways. I always called him Gramps cause of all his grey hair. He meant the world to us and I can't say that enough. Without him, we would all be fucked. Royally fucked."

"Oh wow it soun...." Again you try to respond but are quickly interrupted.

"Oh by the way, I'm Rita Mae, nice to meet ya." She thrusts her hand out towards you and stands there waiting for you to shake it, silent for the first time.

You slowly start to reach your hand out and open your mouth to speak, but hesitate expecting her to just cut you off again. Your hand grasps hers in a gentle handshake. You begin to speak after a few moments silence, confident that she is finally giving you a chance to talk. "Hiiiiii." You drag out the word, expecting to be cut off before getting to the next one, but it doesn't happen, so you continue. "Ya, um, ya. Nice to meet you too. Uh I'm..."

"Oh shoot, I know who ya are. E'erybody knows who ya are." Her hand releases yours. "Small town, remember?" Rita gestures towards their surroundings as if to point out the area around you. "Anywho, so you're probably wondering why I'm here, other than welcoming a new neighbor."

"Oh, is that not...."

"So remember when I said that without your Gramps, none of us would probably be here?" You nod and open your mouth to correct her again about his relation to you, but realize it's pointless as she continues without giving you time to speak, yet again. "Well that statement is no exaggeration. Without the farm, it is very likely that the place would become a ghost town. Therefore, it is also no stretch to say that most of us that live here would do ANYTHING to keep the farm up and going." As she says this, she places one hand gently on your arm as she looks deeply into your eyes. "Anything...."

You swear Rita Mae seems to be coming on to you. Her eyelashes bat wildly as her other hand trails the collar of her shirt, running down her chest and then fiddling with the length of shirt sticking out from where it's tied off. Her tongue seductively moves across her lips as if to wet them and appear thirsty, though thirsty for what you aren't 100 percent sure of yet.

You quickly weigh your options. Should you ask Rita for directions to your new home so you can go get settled in? Should you try to find out more about what this "anything" she speaks of, means? Or should you thank her for the kind offer, but go explore on your own?