It was Saturday, the best day of the week! Annabelle was given the keys of the new pickup to fetch special equine
feed at a factory near the big town. It was going to be a great day,
and our boyfriends had promised to meet us for a picnic.
It
was a sunny two hours drive, and Annabelle had given me the wheel. I
enjoyed driving that big truck, it was like the Yellowstone six wheeler,
and as if I was offered a preview of the next part of the series. The
sound system was fab, and we were singing.
At
the V-Feed factory the attendants tried very hard not to be too
distracted by our brat shorts while loading the two large barrels of
concentrates onto the pickup.
Next
was finding our boyfriends at the local supermarket and shop for our
picnic, but they first gave us slurpy kisses with both hands on our
bums. Yummy!
We
found a lovely spot near a pond, and lost our shorts for a swim
followed by a roll in the hay. It was a great starter to our picnic.
I
discovered whats a real American picnic with shrimps cocktails, sausage
bites, beef brisket sandwiches, rolls with brie. Yes brie is also
American. It was followed with authentic American potato salad with hard
boiled eggs and French Dijon mustard.
I teased. "Your American picnic has French written all over it!"
Kevin laughed. "We American can't help having twenty percent of French blood!"
For dessert it was red, white and blue berry trifle plus another roll in the hay, and a nap 
because we had drank too much
because we had drank too much
With all of that we were late. Our cellphones started to ring with numerous text messages.
"What's up?"
"Where are you?"
"What's keeping you?"
"You're ok?"
"Bring your butts back home!"
"ASAP!"
"We are going to have a chat in the woodshed!"
"And your shorts and panties won't be required!"
Annabelle summed it up. "We best hurry!"
With that she texted. "All'z fine! We had a picnic, and lost track of time. We are on our way."
Annabelle took the wheel, and she had the pedal to the metal. The V10 roared. I yelled, "Hey don't kill us!"
"I am trying to save our butts."
I was about to tell her that we're toast anyway when she entered too fast into a sharp turn, and
right in front of us some SUV barely avoided us, and Annabelle, while also avoiding it, had us swerve out of the road and CRASH!
We
weren't hurt. That truck is built like a tank, and we had our seat
belts. We extracted ourselves out of the multiple airbags to survey the
damages. The big truck had kissed a ridge, and wouldn't be going
anywhere for some time.
Annabelle summed it up. "Yikes! Pop's new truck. Its the strap, for sure!"
Meanwhile
that SUV had made a U-turn and we recognized the white Jeep of the
ranch's foreman. He wasn't alone, he was with his assistant.
Their first concern was making sure that we weren't hurt. They inspected us twice plus asked
multiple questions about us having any pain, headache and etc...
Once it was obvious
that we were unscathed, they phoned the ranch to report the accident and reassured Marge.
We were driven back, and it was time for some explanations. Annabelle
told that she was driving, and had been speeding.
It was again proven that a girl can't hide anything from her mother when Marge, "And you have been drinking!"
We sheepishly blushed.
We
were sent to our rooms, and we didn't argue. It was no longer such a
great day. Annabelle sighed. "We're gonna get our asses tanned!"
Usually I have fun trying to imitate her Midwest accent, and it makes her laugh. This time I didn't.
Annabelle and Louise
To be continued...
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