Following a heated argument with her boyfriend, Shannon is on her way home when her car begins to swerve from the beating rain. Forced to turn off onto a country road that quickly turns to mud, Shannon soon finds herself in a ditch surrounded by rising water. A loud tapping on Shannon’s car window brings her face to face with an unlikely rescuer.
Shannon looked around, but could see nothing other than the pouring rain. Shannon had turned to retrieve something from her purse when the loud tapping on her car window scared the crap out of her. She turned and quickly locked her door.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“Let me in, Shannon. It’s Dan.”
Shannon lay on the sofa in her panties and Dan’s shirt, and Dan lay in his bed, naked. Both stared at the ceiling, images of the other streaming through their minds like a slideshow. Shannon could hear the beating rain and it sounded like the entire house could come crashing down at any moment. The wind made an eerie sound at the front door of Dan’s old farmhouse. Shannon pulled the covers up and over her head, hoping to block out the noise. A loud gust of wind made her sit bolt upright.
Shannon pulled the covers around her and walked quietly into Dan’s room. He was sound asleep, lying on his back, the covers pulled to his waist. He was naked from the waist up, but that was no big deal. He was just a hairy guy, a very hairy guy. For a moment, Shannon tried to picture him waxed, totally hairless, and she stifled a giggle. He wouldn’t be Danny without his hair.
Shannon knew that Dan was sound asleep because of his soft snoring, and she hated to wake him. Nothing would ever happen between the two of them, sexually that is, so maybe she could just sleep on the edge of his bed. She could sneak out to the sofa bed in the morning before Dan woke up.