I whirled around and found myself a few feet away from a veritable jolly green giant. “Can I help you, ma’am?” A soft, deep voice called out from somewhere off to my side. Guess I’ll just have to suck it up and try to avoid driving in the heat. Really should have listened to my cousin Barry when he’d offered to have his ‘friend’ fix it up for me. I love my little beetle to death, don’t get me wrong, but I never did get around to having AC put into my little rusty bucket like I’d planned. I’m going to have to plan my trips to town around the cooler parts of the day. No air conditioning is obviously going to be an issue around here, I observed as my body threatened to sweat buckets. Letting myself just have a moment, I took a few deep, fortifying, cleansing breaths.īracing myself, I slowly opened my car door and got out, enjoying the cool breeze on my sweaty, overheated skin. The things I do for the people I love, I thought and sighed heavily.
I groaned as I pulled up into the makeshift designated parking type area and parked my little beetle, eyeing the house in front of me skeptically. If I didn’t love my auntie to death, I’d turn tail and run, right now. One more right turn and any minute I should be there.Ī large, two story ranch-style house, complete with wrap-around porch and pretty wood shutters on all the windows, came into view.Īunt Ruthie wants me to clean this house? You couldn’t get me to take a dip in that toxic-looking green sludge even if I had a hazmat suit on. One look at that pond and I had to question the sanity of the person who’d put up the sign.
Sure as hell wasn’t gonna get lost with specifics like that, though. Leave it to her to give me funky directions and ‘helpful’ tidbits. The instructions my Aunt Ruthie had given me were very interestingly specific, complete with things like ‘Look for a big rusted out truck with an “I’d rather be hunting” sticker on it’- so I know I’m definitely going in the right direction.Įspecially after her last bit of directional info: Go left when you see a sign that says ‘Dinkleman’s pond (No skinny dipping)’.Īunt Ruthie always was a little bit of a nut. I don’t think my little VW Bug could take any more crazy bumps and potholes. Wiping the sweat from my brow that had started beading onto my forehead, I made yet another right turn, this one leading me onto a smoother dirt road. You’re almost there,” I muttered under my breath. It also contains ménage a trois situations, foul language and some violence. This book contains sexually explicit material, intended for readers 18 and older.
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