I was pushing the speed limit, and then some, as I barreled down the road. Even with the windows of my car fully down, the hot air smacked my face like the heat of an oven. I was late, and I hate being late, especially when I first meet people.

I was following the directions Amy had given me to her house, but when they called for me to turn off the main road onto a rutted dirt road, I hesitated. I stopped the car and did a double take between the directions and the street sign to make sure they were right. Everything looked okay, so I put up my windows, and proceeded d

"Is Amy here?" I asked, but before he could reply, I heard "I'm up here" quickly followed by her feet pounding down the stairs. She, too, looked like she had just finished swimming, wearing only a pair of shorts over her suit. Her hair was tied back attractively into a ponytail where the ends of it left a tiny rill of water down her shoulder.

As I parked my car behind the pickup, and made my way up to the front porch, I heard a dog barking from the backyard. When I rang the bell, a teenage boy in a bathing suit, and still wet and dripping, greeted me.

"Oh, this is my brother Tim." She turned and pointed to the boy who greeted me at the door, " I do hope she likes you, and you her."

She led me through her house and onto the back porch, where I saw her for the first time.

own the dry dirt road

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