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My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service. I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away. A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.
“Oh. A college kid. Ah di’nt graduate ha school but ma daughter deed.”
“That’s nice. Where does she live?”
“With us. Jus so ya know. Ah own all the lan aroun here” the farmer said proudly.
“By the way what is your name sir?”
“Ma name is Joseph lak in the bable. Ma wafe is Matilda an my daughter is Josephine. We call her Josie.”
Ten minutes later we arrive at the farm house. To my surprise it is the opposite of a tumble down building. It is a large white three story house with turrets that appears to be freshly painted and could be used in a movie set showing a successful farmer anywhere in America. Behind the house is a bright red barn and a silo.
As we exit the truck Matilda, wearing an apron, comes out of the house, “Joseph you have some chores to take care of. Who is this man?”
Joseph, “Now dahling this young man’s car broke down and he is here to call a garage. You know how long they are to send anyone out to repair anything. He may have to stay for dinner.”
Matilda, “You best get to your chores.” Looking at me she asks, “What’s yo name and how did yo get here?”
I then explained to Matilda about the car breaking down and voiced my appreciation for Joseph bringing me to their house.
“Could I please use your phone so that I can go on to Berkley?”
We walk into the house. There is a large foyer. A phone is sitting at one side. Matilda points to it, “You can make your call.”
I dial the Auto Club phone number. The operator tells me the wait will be between two and three hours until someone arrives.
“I appreciate the dinner offer. I don’t think I will be here that long. I would appreciate some food for lunch.”
“ahl give you a ham and cheese sandwich.”
“That will be more than enough. Thank you for your hospitality. Can I sit on your front porch?”
“It’s kind of warm out. You can wait in the sitting room.” Matilda points to a room to the right of the foyer. The room has a very large couch and three arm chairs. The walls hold large framed pictures of what looks like family members.
With two or more hours to kill I looked into my backpack for a book to read. An hour later one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen walked into the sitting room. She was a long haired blonde with a stunning body. I was too dumfounded. The gray t-shirt she was wearing clung to her body and showed off her big boobs and slender waist. I could not help but stare. She didn’t seem to notice my staring.
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