Joanne Thompson, a farmer’s wife in her early 30s is worried about her current situation. Her husband Donovan and son Junior were out in the town running errands preparing for the devastating storm coming in. She walks around her ranch house worried that something bad could happen to her. “Sweetie when will you be back here? It’s starting to rain harder and the windows are shaking now every time it thunders. It’s coming in faster than we anticipated.” She was starting to breath in an uncomfortable rhythm to her husband over the phone.

“Joanne I understand but we are still getting supplies and it seems by the traffic report that it will be a few hours until we can make it back. Nathan should almost be done boarding the windows outside, just let him in and he will keep you company until we can make it back. Love you.”

She hung up the phone, not satisfied, still scarred. Nathan was a ranch hand that lived in a trailer on the property. He was barely 20 years old and had a good relationship with the family. Joanne knew little about him other than he was a good worker and eventually wanted his own farm someday. Joanne just couldn’t relax, she tried calling her husband again only to find that the phone lines had died. She went to get the emergency cell, no signal.

She tried to keep herself busy. She was too weak to go out and help Nathan but she did see that some tools were left on the back porch. She walked outside and started to grab the tools only to see ten feet in front of her a rain covered figure drilling a piece of plywood to the window. It was Nathan, and he literally took her breath away. He stood six feet tall soaking wet in the rain, he was well fit. He reminded Joanne of a younger version of Donovan. She immediately started having lustful thoughts about him. “This is odd,” she thought to herself. “I’ve never felt this, whatever this is,” she said under her breath.

As she went back inside she had to change her clothing. As she looked through the closet she found an old nightgown with very thin straps that hold it up. She hasn’t this outfit in years. Joanne smiled as she looked herself over in the mirror, “it still fits” she thought.

Joanne went back downstairs to greet Nathan. He walked in and said with a smile “ma’am, all the animals are in the barn and it is locked and secured.