Damn! I muttered to myself as the car began to sputter. What the..? Before I could even begin to wonder about the cars condition, it just stopped. It stopped in the middle of the road and began to roll.
No! I shouted. I really don't know why I was talking to myself, but there was nothing else I could do. So I steered it over to the edge of the road and put the emergency parking brake on. What could be wrong? I wondered. Oh well, here I was, lost in the middle of some sort of farmland, with a broken down car. I sighed to myself. Just my luck, I thought.
This day was going great. The day I decide to run away, to escape my fathers abuse, the fucking car breaks down in the middle of no mans land. Great. He probably was too cheap to put gas in it I thought, rolling my eyes. I sat in the car and lit a cigarette. The lighter still worked. It felt good to have that tobacco in my lungs, even in the sweltering weather when I usually hacked up a lung when around any kind of smoke.
I got out of the car, and without trying to figure the damn thing out, I began to walk. I walked forward, because I hadn't remembered seeing any houses in my path. I grabbed my few belongings: my inhaler, sunglasses, cigarettes, and lighter before I left the car. No use in others having my stuff, I thought. And so I walked and walked until my legs seemed as if they would give out on me, and I sat down beside the road.
There had been no traffic on this gravel road. Nothing, not even a tractor had passed. And with my short clingy cotton dress on, I would have been able to hitch a ride easily. I sat for a while before I heard something....singing...and something else....like weeds around me rustling. I stood up, but couldn't see over the high corn. what was this place I'd gotten myself lost in? Where was I?
I thought of Field of Dreams, and contemplated seriously walking through the corn to wherever it may lead, but then laughed it off. This was not a movie, there wasn't going to be an angel in the cornfield. But I did hear something, so I humored myself and began to tread through the corn. The singing grew closer, and I could tell it was a man's voice. Saved, I thought.
I ran towards the sounds, but then they seemed to be coming from another direction. I ran that way, then they were coming from yet another direction. Suddenly I was lost again. I was turned around, and didn't know which was the way back to the road. So I ran. One way, I ran, and kept running. I ran until it sounded ass if someone was chasing me. I looked behind me and- BAAM! I hit the ground like a brick. I lied there for a second, wondering what had happened, then I heard heavy breathing. Something or someone was blocking the sunlight. I sat up as to see better, and I saw him.
He was standing before me, looking as shocked as I was. Now I saw why Id been knocked over. He was tall and lanky, but solid from what I could see. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt and black hat. But what was he? Who was he? Where was I? I sat up and held my throbbing head.
I groaned. A-are you- are you alright? I heard him say. I looked up at him and finally saw the depth and attractiveness of his face. It was then that I realized I was sitting with my legs apart in a dress, and my underwear wasn't exactly very covering. Realizing he could probably see my pubic hair, I blushed and drew my legs together, covering them. He was staring at me. He seemed afraid of me. He seemed shocked.
I'm fine, I finally said. He continued to stare. Fascinated he seemed with me, as he studied every inch of me. I took this opportunity to stare back. He was taller than I thought, and his boyish face was bronzed by the sun, His clothes were simple, and he was sweating profusely, which for some reason, made me extremely aroused. I looked downwards to see a bulge in his pants. A HUGE bulge. I quickly looked away.
Where am I? He extended his hand to me. I am Joseph. You are at my family's farm. How did you get here? He said all this while helping me to my feet. I-my car...broke down... He was still staring. I... heard someone singing, and I need help, so....
Your car.... he repeated. Broke down... Yeah, I said. Ran out of gas or something, I don't know. Is there-I mean, so you have a phone I could use? He looked at me in awe. We....we don't...we don't have....phones. I stood, puzzled by this.
You don't....um....ok..... I looked once more at his attire, and thought. Why not? I asked dumbly. He laughed nervously and said, We-we don't believe in them. he laughed again as if he knew a secret I didn't, and looked me up and down. Then it hit me. OH! You mean you're-you're...?
Yes, he said, we are Amish.
I laughed, confusing him. No, I said, I'm not laughing at you, its just...it was so obvious, I didn't even... He smiled and turned away from me abruptly. I stopped my mindless giggling. Wha'ts wrong? I asked.