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Shane and Tara are an attractive newly married couple in their late 20's. Shane was a handsome man: 6' tall, with dark hair and eyes, athletic with a reserved personality. Tara was petite at not quite 5' tall and also very fit. She wore her mid-back length curly brown hair in a pony tail pulled back through the back of her blue ball cap.
Shane and Tara were driving up in their jeep to spend the day with their good friends at their cottage up the coast. It was a new place and though they hadn't been there before Shane was confident that he knew the route. Tara, though, was sure not bringing the gps was a mistake.
Shane was sure he knew a shorter route off the main highway but after an hour traveling a rapidly deteriorating back country road Tara knew they had made a wrong turn.
"I think we ought to turn back before we waste any more time" she suggested.
"Let's give it a few more minutes Hon." responded Shane.
After a half hour more of driving fruitlessly, dark clouds began to move in. "I don't remember this in the forecast," grumbled Shane. "I guess you're right, let's turn around and head back to the highway."
Shane turned the car around and headed back down the darkening road.
"Wow, I think this is going to be some storm. So much for the barbecue," said Tara.
Just then, the car sputtered and the died. "What the hell," muttered Shane. "There's lots of gas."
"I'll call Jenny and Sam - maybe they can come out and pick us up," said Tara as she pulled out her phone. "Hey, no bars. No reception here."
"Me neither," said Shane as he checked his own phone. "I think I remember seeing a driveway just on the other side of that bridge up ahead. Let's go see if we can get some help."
As the couple walked across the bridge and up the driveway, the rain started. "Man, what else can go wrong today?" grumbled Tara.
They were definitely not dressed for the rain, expecting as they were to spend a pleasant sunny day sitting around their friends new cottage by the sea. Both were dressed in shorts, sandals and t-shirts which were getting rapidly soaked.
As they walked up the driveway past the trees and bushes that hid the house from the road they were disconcerted to see an out of place old mansion sitting beyond.
"Great, hopefully someone's home," said Shane as they started to jog toward the door now that the rain was coming down in sheets.
When they got to the door Tara banged three times on the giant brass knocker that adorned the door. "Here goes," she thought.
Shane and Tara are an attractive newly married couple in their late 20's. Shane was a handsome man: 6' tall, with dark hair and eyes, athletic with a reserved personality. Tara was petite at not quite 5' tall and also very fit. She wore her mid-back length curly brown hair in a pony tail pulled back through the back of her blue ball cap.
Shane and Tara were driving up in their jeep to spend the day with their good friends at their cottage up the coast. It was a new place and though they hadn't been there before Shane was confident that he knew the route. Tara, though, was sure not bringing the gps was a mistake.
Shane was sure he knew a shorter route off the main highway but after an hour traveling a rapidly deteriorating back country road Tara knew they had made a wrong turn.
"I think we ought to turn back before we waste any more time" she suggested.
"Let's give it a few more minutes Hon." responded Shane.
After a half hour more of driving fruitlessly, dark clouds began to move in. "I don't remember this in the forecast," grumbled Shane. "I guess you're right, let's turn around and head back to the highway."
Shane turned the car around and headed back down the darkening road.
"Wow, I think this is going to be some storm. So much for the barbecue," said Tara.
Just then, the car sputtered and the died. "What the hell," muttered Shane. "There's lots of gas."
"I'll call Jenny and Sam - maybe they can come out and pick us up," said Tara as she pulled out her phone. "Hey, no bars. No reception here."
"Me neither," said Shane as he checked his own phone. "I think I remember seeing a driveway just on the other side of that bridge up ahead. Let's go see if we can get some help."
As the couple walked across the bridge and up the driveway, the rain started. "Man, what else can go wrong today?" grumbled Tara.
They were definitely not dressed for the rain, expecting as they were to spend a pleasant sunny day sitting around their friends new cottage by the sea. Both were dressed in shorts, sandals and t-shirts which were getting rapidly soaked.
As they walked up the driveway past the trees and bushes that hid the house from the road they were disconcerted to see an out of place old mansion sitting beyond.
"Great, hopefully someone's home," said Shane as they started to jog toward the door now that the rain was coming down in sheets.
When they got to the door Tara banged three times on the giant brass knocker that adorned the door. "Here goes," she thought.
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