Finally, I can Return
Deep in the woods, a lady oozing with youthful feminity emerged from a cottage, giving a slight yawn. She stretched her body fully before going to the poolside. She took of her clothes to reveal her bra, which could barely contain her voluminous breast and her G-String, which revealed her smooth bouncy ass. . She tied her hair up with the band caught between her full lips. Taking a dip in the warm pool relaxed Glen's nerves and she wrapped herself in the big maroon-colored towel before going back into the cottage.
The cottage had the quiet and cozy vibe. A bed on one side with a wardrobe beside it, a study table on the other which had books on it and finally a door leading to another room, probably the bathroom. Glen dressed in her usual tomboy outfit before leaving the house to the stable, a few kilometers away. She spent the rest of the day riding her horse, Slay around the field and checking on her crops in the farm she had bought. She was the only worker on the entire apple plantation she owned.
She sat down on the chair she had placed under the shed and sank into thoughts. She had been living in this place since she was 12 and she had learnt to do almost everything on her own. With no technology, the beginning year was difficult with her missing people and her phone but she had come to terms with everything in the following year and she had grown into a capable beautiful woman, old enough to go back as she had been promised.
She had created a business in the nearby town. She sold the apples she harvested to potential buyers and now as an 18 year old, she knew every single business trick and tactic. She had a company in the main town and she often went there to ensure she is not being cheated on in the case of her finances. Odd enough, all the company workers never thought of embezzling funds. It was all because Miss Antarctica would fire you and make yourself a jobless man in a short while. Many rumors about her say she is small and dangerous. There was one time where she found a gap in the finances, it was rumored that she beat up all the workers in the finance department(which was true). Glen was naturally a violent person. She always liked to let her hands do the talking.
She got up to return to her cottage when her hawk-like eyes caught sight of the car from quite some distance away. Her heart beat in anticipation when she saw the familiar car. It was the car that her father came here with, three years ago. Today was the last day, her 19th birthday. She could finally go back. A smile surfaced on her lips, a very rare sight since six years ago.
