Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living.
He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women it offered. He had trouble envisioning running a computer consulting business, an hour and a half away from Philadelphia, or trying to find suitable dates and excitement here in the country. The decision to put the farm up for sale was an easy one.
Bobby's parents had died several years ago in an auto accident and he was the only survivor when Grandma died recently from a stroke. She was a robust seventy-nine and had outlived Grandpa by about fifteen years.
A tear came to his eye thinking about her, and how she had lovingly cared for Gramps during his long illness when Bobby was a teenager. His grandfather always liked to kid about "robbing the cradle", whenever the subject of their age difference came up at family gatherings.
Gramp's first wife had died many years ago, before Bobby was born, and he had remarried a much younger and very beautiful woman. In truth they had both adored each other and Grandma was a wonderful grandmother to Bobby.
He would miss the old farm and the sentiments attached to it, but it just didn't fit in with his current lifestyle. Besides, he could really use the additional capital to get his consulting business to the next level.
As Bobby stood on the vast front porch of the stone farmhouse, a silver BMW pulled into his driveway. Bobby had received a call earlier from his cousin about a young lady that was interested in seeing the farm.
Since he planned on being there to take inventory anyway, he told Jimmy to send her over for a quick tour. Bobby watched as the Beemer came to a stop and the door opened.
His eyes grew wide when two of the longest legs he'd ever seen came out of the driver's door followed by a five-foot nine raven-haired young woman. She was wearing a yellow sundress that accented the thick, black hair framing her face. Removing her stylish sunglasses, she smiled and waved to Bobby.
Bobby started to descend the porch steps and meet the shapely brunette coming to meet him.
"Hi, you must be Mister Garfield," she said as she extended her hand. "Jimmy said you wouldn't mind showing me around, my name's Teresa."
("not mind showing her around") Bobby thought was the understatement of the year.
"Please, call me Bobby. No, I don't mind at all." Bobby replied as he shook her firm hand.
His eyes lingered a moment on the front of her sundress, which seemed to be straining the cloth covering her ample bosom. Teresa smiled to herself and looked up at the porch of the farmhouse.
"Oh I love these old porches, just to sit out here with a cool drink on a hot summer day," she said cheerfully. She ascended the steps and Bobby followed and watched her well-muscled calves as she quickly walked up the three steps. "Do you mind if I go inside?' she inquired.
"Not at all. Just go wherever you like and I'll try to answer any questions you have." Bobby offered.
Over the next twenty minutes, Teresa was thrilled with the quality and upkeep that his grandparents had bestowed on the hundred year-old farmhouse. They had a modern kitchen and bath installed, and several of bedrooms and living area had all been beautifully re-done.
During the tour, she told Bobby that she had recently inherited a substantial sum of money. Since her childhood she had been an avid rider, and she wanted to use the money to open a mini-riding academy. The two hundred-acre farm with the barn and stables attached would be the perfect location.
She had already given notice to the law firm that she was quitting her job as a legal secretary. She had her fill of those old shysters and all their sexual innuendo. With her Aunt Sandy's inheritance, she could do something that she loved. Teach kids how to ride and care for a horse.
"Now, I've got to see your barn and the stables," Teresa announced dramatically.
Bobby smiled at her contagious enthusiasm and showed her the way. Teresa took notice of the muscular physique that Bobby possessed and didn't know how that came from being a computer nerd.
His blonde hair just touched the collar at the back of his sport shirt. She also smiled to herself as she watched his cute butt as he moved gracefully towards the barn. She thought he must have been a dancer at one time, or maybe an expert in the martial arts.
As Bobby stopped at the door to the barn, she got her answer. Looking at the muscular forearm as he reached for the door, she got a good look at the small scars and calluses on the knuckles of his right hand. She had previously dated a Karate instructor and knew the telltale signs of the art, as well as a city cop knows the track marks of a junkie.
"Bobby, do you mind if I ask you if you study Karate?" she asked him.
"As a matter of fact, I still teach it two nights a week. Our style is called shotokan, originally from Okinawa. Also used to compete years ago, but my business has me traveling too much for that anymore." Bobby informed her.
Teresa just smiled at herself for solving that little puzzle.
After looking around the main barn, Bobby took her to the lower level where the stables were kept. Teresa was practically bubbling with her ideas for converting the place into a riding academy.
As she inspected all the stalls for the horses she saw another wooden door located in the corner of the stable area.
"Where does that door lead to?" Teresa asked.
"Well, that was Gramp's tack room and uhh-- his little workshop." Bobby replied with some hesitation.
