A. van attending as steam billowed out from under the bonnet. I pitied the people who had mechanical problems on their way to their Christmas holiday,...probably with children, pets and a pile of belongings inside. I understood again why Dad always insisted on checking the car over before a long journey; many of the older cars on the roads had been designed in the days before motorways, so simply didn't have the cooling systems necessary for a prolonged run at a sustained high speed.When we got. I hadn’t seen him in awhile, but he was a welcome sight tonight. “You scared me to death,” I said, clutching my heart. “I didn’t mean to. I was just going to go for a walk, too. It was so damned hot in that house,” he said looking down on me. He is a good head taller than I am, but I figure that’s okay. Better to take total control of me no matter what he is doing. “Well, you are welcome to join me,” I said, smiling brightly. I figured I must be glowing in the dark being next to him, specially. Obelo, the hyper rich but down to earth farm owner that everyone talked about. I told him I needed a ride into town and was wondering if he could help me out. He nodded and told me to head to the barn where his son was loading the truck with produce to take into the city. I thanked him and made my way to the barn which was about half a kilometer behind the house. Approaching it, I saw a figure dressed in khaki pants and a checked cotton shirt carrying out crates to the truck outside. As I got. Mmm I wanted him. I felt my pussy getting wet. “So, Ziomara… You ever been arrested?” “NO!” “I find that hard to believe sweetie, you are a feisty one!” He was smiling; the fucker was trying to be cute. He has me handcuffed in the back of his Yukon, he was taking me to jail, and he had fondled me. Yet he thought he was being cute… Well actually he was. I couldn’t help but smile back and blush a little. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact.