You were a troublemaker and your parents had decided to send you to their best friends farm for the summer. You lay in your new bed in your new room in their country house when their son walked in.

He was around 20 with a cowboy hat covering his brown hair. He leaned against the doorway of your new room crossing his arms over his white shirt. He tilted his head to the side his blue eyes locked on you and he said with his southern accent, “You ready for a taste of the country life city gal?”