It was one of those chores that you hoped would never happen. The changing of the seasons snuck up on us again, and the leaves on our apple orchard, if you can call 18 trees an orchard, had floated carelessly to the ground. And I had to rake them. Life just isn't fair sometimes. There were plenty of things a eighteen year old boy would rather be doing, but my parents had left for the day and had left me with a list of things that "had" to be done before there arrival home. And the leaves were high on the list.
I grabbed the rake out of the shed and rambled slowly toward the orchard. It only took about 15 minutes for me to break into a sweat on that warm October day and I removed my shirt and wrapped it around my head to catch the perspiration. I had about half of the orchard done; raked into the mother of all piles and decided it was time to start bagging. I dropped the rake and headed back to the shed.
"Hey, where ya going?" Linda called out. Linda was the neighbor's daughter. She had been away at college and had come home for the weekend. She was about 5'4" and couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. Her red hair was cut short and spiked. It was really sexy, I thought to myself.
"Hello" I yelled back at her. "I didn't know I had an audience. How have you been?" She jogged over to me, moving like the athlete she was. All those years of running track certainly had paid off. Her body was hard and tight.
