It had all the makings of a very hot day. Walking among the lines of tomato plants, I thought today was going to be tough supervising the fruit pickers that had come from the nearby village.
It was a lovely fall day, and the season almost over. Every year we canned tomatoes and tomato juice. That stuff is just so expensive in the grocery store, and I use a lot oif it in cooking, not to mention bloody mary's
I loaded up a bunch of empty cartons in the back of my SUV and headed out into the country, looking for a fruit stand or a farm with a U-pick sign.
There was one with a nice looking farmhouse, and I drove into the driveway. The man said "pick all you want and I'll weigh it for you here, and you pay by the pound". That worksd, because that way you only take the best ones and ripest ones, and everybody wins.
He led me out to the field and left me there, to do my thing. I filled several large cartons, and he came by with a tractor and a sled, and helped me load them and he hauled them to his shed.
It was very hot and dusty, and when we got there he offerred me a drink of water. I accepted. His hand touched mine when he handed the glass to me, and electricity seemed to leap out of my fingers as lightning hit me.
Without hesitation I put down the glass and went into his arms and kissed him.
He said it was air conditioned in the house. I was already down to a halter and shorts, and inside it was a bit cold after the hot sun . He cured that as he warmed me up with his bod, hugging me as I asked where he wanted me. In the bedroom or the living room couch, I didnt care. I wanted him.
