master! master! taehyung ff

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The next day, we finished up the vegetable garden, mixing in mulch with the soil and then planting the seeds. The girls spent the rest of week going in and out of the house, all them eager to see the first green tips. I was certainly eager as well, simply wanting to avoid the frustration of having screwed up.

Saturday saw me up rather early for a weekend, though not nearly as early as on a workday. If it's before noon, it's early. We had stuff to do around the house and I went out to the hardware store to pick up a few things. It was a truly beautiful day, with a warm breeze, clear sky, and blooming leaves. I was driving out on the rural road between me and the nearby town, with houses few and far between.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The sound came from one of my rear tires. I pulled over and checked it out. Well, I was bound for a "screw you" from fate any day now. Luckily it just manifested in a nail stuck in one of my tires. Just a few rotations had completely bent it. A pain in the ass, but it could be worse. I got the spare and the jack out of the car and went to work. As I lifted up the car, the jack was making a grinding noise, louder than it should have been. It was one of those small jacks with the screw that straightens out two bent arms. I should have stopped, but I made one more twist of the screw and the sound of metal snapping broke the serenity of the morning and my car dropped back down. Ok, it's gotten worse.

One of the metal arms had a ridged ring, which would catch the grooves of the screw and allow the arm to bend or straighten, but that ring had just broken. A flat tire and now a broken jack. My blood pressure was starting to rise. I checked my phone. Dead. And my charger was back home. After taking a deep breath, I got back in my car and proceeded to scream every swear and profanity I knew. I looked down the road, seeing a mailbox not too far away. Hopefully, someone was home and would let me borrow a jack.

I made the walk down the road and turned onto the long, unpaved driveway, surrounded by fenced fields. On a day like this, I actually enjoyed the opportunity to take a walk and get some sun. I could see a house in the distance, and next to it, a huge barn. As I got closer, I passed by loitering cows, not even looking in my direction. The house was beautiful, painted a nice sky blue.

I followed the sound of a radio playing NPR and strode into the barn. I saw a cow with someone sitting on the other side from me, milking it.

"Hello?"

"Just a minute! Come on in!" It was a woman's voice

I walked over and stood by the cow. "Well, this is certainly a fine specimen."

The person milking it looked up. She was a stunning beauty, probably my age with long black hair and deep ebony skin. If it weren't for my three girls at home, I would have asked her out on a date in a second. It should be mentioned that here in Maine, the whitest state in the country, the average skin tone is 'Starbucks cup'. If you give a Maine girl a bukkake, it looks like she just went running and is soaked in sweat. Meeting a black person up here is like finding a unicorn

"This is Betty, our best milker and breeder. She's very playful and affectionate. Be careful, though, as she can also be a bit rough."

We introduced ourselves. She was Elise, the owner of the farm.

"So, can I help you?" she asked.

"My car got a flat tire and my jack broke, do you have one I could borrow?"

"A jack? Yeah, I've probably got one in my truck, just hold on and—" She was cut off by a ringing in the chest pocket of her overalls. She pulled out her phone and saw the name. "Oh, sorry, I really need to take this. If you have the time, just wait in here and I'll get the jack when I'm done. Don't worry, Betty will keep you company."