The snow cam down so thick and heavy that I couldn't see more than ten feet in front of me. The car eased forward, feeling it's was at less than ten kilometers and hour. Whenever I tried to speed up the tires spun and the car fish-tailed.
Driving in this weather was ridiculous and I still had over a hundred klicks to go. However, in this blizzard my chances of sliding off the road and into a tree or the ditch were far better than actually reaching my destination in one piece.
I had to find someplace to stop or pull over, but I hadn't seen any motels along this stretch of road for over two hours. I peered anxiously into the snowy whited out road ahead. A sudden gust of wind cleared my line of vision for a split second and I saw a light just off to the side of the road. I was a farmhouse! My tires gave up the attempt at traction as I tried to turn into where I thought the driveway should be. Fortunately I was going slow enough that the car merely ploughed into a big snow bank.
I trudged my way to the house through the knee deep snow and knocked on the door. The farmer answered the door. He was an older and weary looking man who I would have guessed to be in his mid-fifties. He was surprised to see that someone was actually out on a night like this. He was more than willing to help out though, and kindly offered me then use of his spare bedroom. Then he introduced me to his wife, Dolly. Dolly looked younger than her husband. She looked to be about forty, and had a very nice figure and attractive body.
As I went upstairs about an hour later, I noticed that Dolly didn't sleep in the same bedroom as her husband. They kissed goodnight as I closed the guest bedroom door behind me.
