As I turned, he roped an arm around my waist and leaned in close enough for his beard to scrape my cheek. What the hell? “I know it’s insane to ask this but if you can go along with me for five minutes, I will personally plow and plant your fields whenever you want it. Okay?” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. Not when those words went in one ear and landed right between my legs. “Just follow my lead,” he whispered. “Please.”
