Take For A Ride On My Big Green Tractor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I spin around the second he calls my name. “I need to check your car’s engine, but I can’t do it alone. I gotta take it somewhere else.” “Okay.” I agree without thinking twice. He tosses something at me. I hold out my hand and catch a set of keys. “You drive.” *** First time I’ve ever driven a truck. Okay, so shifting the clutch is way harder than I thought. My hands are kinda sore after an hour on the road. We’re heading to this tiny spot near the vineyards, but we don’t go through the main gate.

I really appreciate that. "Oh, yeah, sure. On your eighteenth birthday, I'll buy you one," I promise, knowing he'll forget about that by then. I look at Ivy just to check on her, she's still focused on me. I wink at her, "And your mom will ride it with us." Ash celebrates, not knowing I'm just bullshiting him. God, he's seriously so cute. After I've shown him some more videos, I teach him how to use the remote to control the truck and each wheel. And Ash starts playing with it, loving it. Meanwhile, I just observe him.

With a fierce determination, I launched myself towards the tractor, which was hurtling towards the tree at breakneck speed. I moved with lightning speed, my body a blur as I darted between the tractor and the tree. With only my powerful paws, I dug into the ground and braced myself for impact. The tractor hurtled towards me, but I stood my ground, using all my strength to stop it from colliding with the tree. Bam! The sound of the impact was deafening as the tractor's metal frame bent horrifyingly under my strength. Smoke gathered at the broken machine, obscuring my vision. When the smoke subsided, I expected to see my mate sitting on the tractor, fine and safe.

I found out there was always a breeze blowing in Texas, it was hot air, but it was a breeze. A short while later I heard it, the unmistakable sound of tractors off in a distance was and the noise was growing louder by each passing second. However, I continued to sit on the porch swing completely naked with nothing to cover my body even if I wanted to. I looked towards the shed and sure enough I saw grandpa's tractor in the lead with snake following him. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't excited, well my pussy was getting moist, so I sat on the swing and watched grandpa and snake back their tractors under the shed. I watched them get off and walk out in front of the tractors and both of them looked

“The sheep will soon be sheared, then the traveller can get you more clothes.” If I were asked to pick, I'd pick this truck over the Jeep, any day. It had one long seat and I think it suited Brian more. I slid across the seat, nuzzling up to his side immediately. Perfect. “Can I join in on the shearing?” I murmured from his side. He fiddled with the controls for a while, then the engine roared to life. “Have you ever sheared one before?” “Never, but it can't be that hard.”

“Come on, I got you. There aren’t any lights and the roads are crap, easy to get turned around and lost out there.” Hesitation holds me in place. “What, too good to ride in a dusty old truck? Not everyone can afford a Mercedes.” He holds the door open to his large black truck. “No, of course,” I rush to assure him as I climb up into the truck. I pull out my phone and text Sergei I’m going with Keith March to check out his miniature horses. Then jam my phone back in my pocket before he gets in. It’s fine. I’m being paranoid. When I pull up to his house and watch a mare foal, I’m going to feel like an idiot.

After lunch came the hayride. I climbed onto the rickety wagon, mentally preparing for splinters and dust inhalation. The kids piled in, Eddie wedging himself happily between me and Liam. The old tractor chugged to life, pulling us slowly around the farm while the driver, a grizzled man named Hank, pointed out various attractions. "Over there's Betsy," he drawled, gesturing at a cow. "She's the oldest critter on the farm." "Does she still make milk?" a kid asked.

I used one of my personal business cards and a fake story about launching a rural agricultural program while quietly keeping Caleb’s black card in reserve for later. Money moved quickly in places like this. Within thirty minutes, I had the keys to a twenty-four-foot flatbed truck with a reinforced canvas cover. The thing looked like a military transport vehicle. Huge. Loud. Absolutely impossible to miss. Perfect. The massive steering wheel vibrated beneath my hands as I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the diesel engine. The truck growled to life hard enough to shake the cabin. Nebula materialized lazily on the passenger seat, tail flicking.

Dave had not been paying attention and they would have ran off the road into a ravine. “Good job, boy. You are doing great.” Dave tells him. “Just like your old man!” Dave controls the gas pedal while Nate steers the big machine. Dave chatters on about how if Nate likes the truck so much, when he gets older, he can have it. “It'll be a nice first vehicle for ya. You just gotta grow enough to reach the pedals on your own.” “Okay, Daddy. Thank you.” Nate tells him. “I can't wait.”

“Why are you still so stubborn? Your parents are being driven to death by your selfishness! Is your pride really more important than their lives?” Looking at my dad lying unconscious on the ground, and my mom on the verge of breaking down, I closed my eyes and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. Forcing myself to endure the humiliation, I finally said, “Liam, I’m sor–” Before I could finish, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the end of the street. The packed crowd split apart instantly, and a convoy led by black Hummers pulled to a stop right in front of me. Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped.