mighty_hung
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Blizzard 2014.....
Being stuck out on the outskirts of town on a small farm. I bundle up in several layers as usual to make my trek across the road to do the daily feeding of the horses. The snow is comes well up to my waist as I am 6'2" tall. I have a small worn down trail that was shoveled several times out, but fresh snow always comes to cover it up. With my trusty walking stick a broken broom handle I use to balance myself. Going up into the field fighting the biting chill of the air and nearly spilling myself several times I make into the warm insulated barn. Gazer and Belle are happy to see me as always. I don't know if its because they like the rub downs or because my visit rings in dinner time. probably the latter. When in the midst of opening a bale of hay, I hear what sounds like a crack of thunder up towards the pond. 'impossible!' I think to myself. A thunderstorm in a blizzard?!! Curious I step outside to investigate. It is nearly dusk , But a strange blue glow is emanating from the direction of the pond. Shutting the door, I trudge up to the gate to the woods making it there after 20 minutes of fighting through the snow. The glow has not diminished but seems to be pulsing. Standing at the gate I have a clear view down the hill to the pond. What I see is almost indescribable a blue glowing nimbus is positioned directly in the center of the semi frozen pond. That's when I hear another 'crack of thunder' and see a small form come hurling out of the center of the nimbus. The figure crashes through the ice near the shoreline and lays crumpled there half submerged in the icy cold water. I do not see the figure moving. It appears to be a figure of a woman. I climb over the gate as it is unable to be open in all the snow. and race /fall down the hill like a snowball. Knowing time is of the essence. If she is alive she won't last very long in the water. I cautiously approach her seeing as I don't want to end up in the water as well. I see she is still breathing by the rising and falling of her chest. and 'oh my! what a chest she has!" her attire is that of a skin tight wet suit minus the flippers and air tanks. she is a beautiful brunette wearing her long hair in a muddied ponytail. her face is mud swathed from the pond and sporting a rather large goose egg bump on her temple. Ever so carefully I fish her out of the water to the bank I'm standing on. I take off my outer coat and wrap her frail form in it. Snow begins to fall again as night approaches. I pick up her body in my arms discarding my walking stick. With her cradled in my arms I retrace my path back up to the gate which takes a good 15 minutes or so. finding a low spot in the fence I gently set her on the other side before hopping over myself. I scoop her back up in my arms and head as fast as I dare back to the warmth and fire of my home. A good half an hour later I am gently placing her down atop of my bed. accessing her more clearly. With a warm bowl of water I wipe the mud from her face and hair gently I notice she has a blue tooth ear set in her ear. which I remove and place on the stand next to the bed. Next is to get her out of those wet clothes. I unbuckle her belt and I say loudly "forgive me" as if to absolve myself from what I am doing I unzip her wetsuit and reveal those two marvelous mounds of flesh I so want to touch, but my will power is strong. I hold the small of her back as I slide the suit down her luscious firm thighs then finally to her feet. I note she don't seem to have any visible injuries except on her forehead. Maybe a light concussion. Impossible to tell, since there is no way to get to an emergency room in this weather. I slip on a t-shirt of mine over her torso and slide back the quilted covers and tuck her into bed, propping her head up on the pillows. I take her wetsuit over to a rocking chair and drape it over so it may dry by the fire place. I sit close by in my chair watching over her, throwing another log onto the fire.
Being stuck out on the outskirts of town on a small farm. I bundle up in several layers as usual to make my trek across the road to do the daily feeding of the horses. The snow is comes well up to my waist as I am 6'2" tall. I have a small worn down trail that was shoveled several times out, but fresh snow always comes to cover it up. With my trusty walking stick a broken broom handle I use to balance myself. Going up into the field fighting the biting chill of the air and nearly spilling myself several times I make into the warm insulated barn. Gazer and Belle are happy to see me as always. I don't know if its because they like the rub downs or because my visit rings in dinner time. probably the latter. When in the midst of opening a bale of hay, I hear what sounds like a crack of thunder up towards the pond. 'impossible!' I think to myself. A thunderstorm in a blizzard?!! Curious I step outside to investigate. It is nearly dusk , But a strange blue glow is emanating from the direction of the pond. Shutting the door, I trudge up to the gate to the woods making it there after 20 minutes of fighting through the snow. The glow has not diminished but seems to be pulsing. Standing at the gate I have a clear view down the hill to the pond. What I see is almost indescribable a blue glowing nimbus is positioned directly in the center of the semi frozen pond. That's when I hear another 'crack of thunder' and see a small form come hurling out of the center of the nimbus. The figure crashes through the ice near the shoreline and lays crumpled there half submerged in the icy cold water. I do not see the figure moving. It appears to be a figure of a woman. I climb over the gate as it is unable to be open in all the snow. and race /fall down the hill like a snowball. Knowing time is of the essence. If she is alive she won't last very long in the water. I cautiously approach her seeing as I don't want to end up in the water as well. I see she is still breathing by the rising and falling of her chest. and 'oh my! what a chest she has!" her attire is that of a skin tight wet suit minus the flippers and air tanks. she is a beautiful brunette wearing her long hair in a muddied ponytail. her face is mud swathed from the pond and sporting a rather large goose egg bump on her temple. Ever so carefully I fish her out of the water to the bank I'm standing on. I take off my outer coat and wrap her frail form in it. Snow begins to fall again as night approaches. I pick up her body in my arms discarding my walking stick. With her cradled in my arms I retrace my path back up to the gate which takes a good 15 minutes or so. finding a low spot in the fence I gently set her on the other side before hopping over myself. I scoop her back up in my arms and head as fast as I dare back to the warmth and fire of my home. A good half an hour later I am gently placing her down atop of my bed. accessing her more clearly. With a warm bowl of water I wipe the mud from her face and hair gently I notice she has a blue tooth ear set in her ear. which I remove and place on the stand next to the bed. Next is to get her out of those wet clothes. I unbuckle her belt and I say loudly "forgive me" as if to absolve myself from what I am doing I unzip her wetsuit and reveal those two marvelous mounds of flesh I so want to touch, but my will power is strong. I hold the small of her back as I slide the suit down her luscious firm thighs then finally to her feet. I note she don't seem to have any visible injuries except on her forehead. Maybe a light concussion. Impossible to tell, since there is no way to get to an emergency room in this weather. I slip on a t-shirt of mine over her torso and slide back the quilted covers and tuck her into bed, propping her head up on the pillows. I take her wetsuit over to a rocking chair and drape it over so it may dry by the fire place. I sit close by in my chair watching over her, throwing another log onto the fire.
