Apologies for length and taking a while to get going in the beginning, I enjoy the setting parts of a story a lot, maybe too much. If you want to skip to the good parts, feel free to do so. Also, thinking of making multiple parts to this if there’s interest in what could happen. Ideas always welcomed as are PM’s.
Summer hit like a tidal wave of heat on our little farm town this year. It was like one week we were wearing sweatshirts to beat the brisk 50 degree weather Mother Nature imposed on us and the next even a tank top was too much. Heat wasn’t the issue, we’ve experienced heat down south before, but the suddenness of it make it especially brutal this year. Now, why am I telling you about the weather? Well, it’s simple really. In the comedic form of a Deadpool movie, this is the part where I make a metaphorical reference. Oh, what could heat possibly be referring to? Well, if you guessed a 5’2″, brown-haired, brown-eyed, beautiful country girl, please come collect your prize. She was 21 years old with perky B-cup breasts that fit her small frame [perfectly](https://i.imgur.com/st5Kz87.jpg); not egregiously popping off her chest but enough to still be noticed by any horny guy (or girl) walking by. Amanda was the kind of girl who never really flaunted her sexiness, despite knowing that she was clearly an attractive young woman.