Monday, November 5, 2007

logan and hannah-how it all began

It had been another uncomfortable night on the floor of the barn, haunted with dreams of the last time he had been at the McCullough farm. His dreams had been filled with visions of Hannah's young, supple body, her eyes filled with curiosity and yearning. They had both been so different then, he remembered the first time that they met....

(enter flashback mode)

Logan had spend the last week of May getting the farm ready for the arrival of the McCullough's granddaughter from NYC. It wa the first time any of their family would visit the acres and everyone was on edge preparing for it. Logan was exhausted, he had been working in the fields all morning and it showed on his tan body which was shimmering in the afternoon sun which kissed him muscles for hours before the rest of the farm even began working. He ripped his shirt off as he walked into the usually empty kitchen for a glass of water but there was someone else there that morning.
Her deep auburn hair was pulled back messily into a ponytai revealing a soft face splattered with freckles. Her chestnut eyes fell on his physique and she gasped. He looked up, first noticing her vuluptuous chest in an ever so tight tank top, then noticing her shocked face.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I didin't see you there," Logan muttered, attempting clumsily to redress.
"Yeah, um, is my grandma here?" her voice was raspy and soothing.
"You must be Hannah, glad to finally meet you, I'm Logan," he said extending his hand to shake hers.
"Um, Yeah thats great, I'm gonna go find my grandparents," and with that she got up and left the room leaving Logan there with his arm hanging, waiting for her touch that would come sooner than he thought. As she left the room he was able to see her tattered blue jeans move perfectly with the sway of her hips and he caught his gaze lingering too long on the curve of her back pockets. He felt a rise in his own pants and immediately sat down. "oh no, this is going to get complicated," he whispered to himself as fantasies whirled through his head...

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