My friend's name is Sam. He is tall and turned 38. His wife, Sandra, is about 6' with nice sized breasts hiding under her tees. Sandra looks tough, rarely smiles and is not a conversational type. Whenever I visit Sam's house my conversation with Sandra has never crossed a 'Hi' or a 'Hello'.
One day Sam and Sandra had been to their ranch near Dallas for the weekend. This place is about 4 hours drive from where I live. Sam got a call from his brother and he had to rush from the Ranch to attend to an emergency.
Sam called me, "I have got an emergency to attend. I had to leave Sandra behind at the ranch. Can you drop her at my house?"
I had no freaking idea about the events that were to unfold. I took my Grand Cherokee and headed to Sam's ranch. I had been there once in the past.
At around 1 pm, as I reached the ranch, I could not find Sandra. I started looking around and started walking behind the house. There, I spotted her attending to a plant.
"Is everything okay?" I shouted. No reply. She just turned and gave me a quick glance and started working on the plant. She was wearing a blue skinny jeans. A pink top. Her long legs were folded as she was on the ground working on the plant.
As I approached, she finished up. Dusted her hands. She spoke to me while looking at the plant, "Yep. Ready to leave?"
I never felt comfortable speaking to her. Her structure was attractive, but her attitude-soaked words were not. I just stammered "Yes. We can leave anytime you are ready."
We walked towards the ranch. Did not speak a word. Sandra washed her hands. Picked her bag. Picked the keys to the door. She bluntly asked "Want to use the rest room? It's going to be a long drive."
I replied "No. I am fine." Sandra locked the doors, threw her bag on the backseat and took the passenger side next to me.
I started my Cherokee. As we left the Ranch, I couldn't imagine not talking to Sandra for the next 4 hours. There was no one else driving for as long as my eyes could see.
I started by saying "The weather is good, Sandra."
She asked, "Wanted to ask you why you don't talk to me when you visit us?"
That was an ice breaker. "Wow. I thought you did not like me or something." I replied.
"Why should I like you to talk to you?" She asked.
"Well, I wanted to speak to you. But was afraid." I replied
"Afraid of what?" she asked
"Listen, Sandra. You are god damn beautiful. When I see you, I get feelings. Then I remember Sam. Our friendship. My wife. I stop." I replied