Dorothy recognized the black two-seater Roadster, and knew right away it was Jimmy. Time wasn’t on her side anymore. Jimmy was a friend she’d known for years, but more importantly, he was the messenger for his father. His father, Glenn, had been trying to take the farm from under her feet for months. Dorothy had made the decision two weeks ago that the last way to possibly prevent the farm from being taken was to sleep with Jimmy. She liked him well enough, and she was desperate, but it was a terrible action on her part. A terrible action she’d repeated multiple times since then.
