This is not a love story.
This is a story about the fantasies we have about strange men we've only just met and the steamy things we wish would happen. Only in this case, for Spencer, it comes true. How was he to know that Zack, a full grown man who has come to be his father's farm hand, will give him a passionate night he will remember for a lifetime; a night that will set his world on fire and call him to question everything he thinks about for his future?
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Who he was or where he came from I didn’t know, but what I did know was that ever since he sauntered onto my parent’s farm, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He was built broad and strong, corded with lean muscle. He had shoulder-length, chestnut hair and sported a 5 o'clock shadow all day. He had intense dark, deep eyes and eyebrows that framed them with a look that told you he was watching you and everything around you with a sly gaze. My mom and dad had hired him to be our farm hand one day when he showed up on our modest farm, of all places, looking for work. Not that there was any shortage of work to be done, I had to admit I was glad someone would be taking some of the workload off me.
He said his name was Zack and that he was good at fixing things, plumbing, taking care of the animals and especially good at working with his hands, as I would later find out myself. His hands were broad and strong with long, lightly calloused fingers.
