The big car lurched onto the road and headed in the direction Danny pointed out. He loved the car. The dashboard was made of wood. The seats were leather and much nicer than any couch Danny had ever sat on. The car seemed to float silently over the country road.

As she drove, the woman kept looking over at Danny. That was embarrassing, because she caught him staring at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her big tits and pretty profile! And her dress had risen halfway up her thighs on the tan leather seat.

"There it is," Danny said as the old Murphy place came into view.

"Yes," the lady said softly. "There it is."

Danny couldn't imagine why this fancy woman wanted to find the abandoned and broken down farmhouse. But something in her voice told him she was very interested indeed.

She drove the Rolls up the dirt driveway and stopped in front of the house.

"I used to come here a lot," she said. "That was a long time ago. I haven't seen this house for a long, long time. Let's go inside."

Danny had been in the old house many times. All the kids used to sneak into it at one time or another. The older kids came here to fuck. The younger ones to look for ghosts. Usually the kids climbed into an upstairs window because the doors and lower windows were all boarded up.

"I don't think we can get in," Danny said as they walked onto the porch.

"Of course we can," the woman said. "Pull the boards off the door."

The lady spoke with such calm assurance, Danny didn't hesitate. He tugged at the boards covering the door. He had to use a two-by-four to pry them off.

"What a mess," the woman said as they entered the living room. "How sad."

The house was littered with beer bottles as well as fallen plaster.

Danny watched as the woman explored. She moved slowly around the house, peering into each room.