Going on a community service group to a blueberry farm can be a bit. . . dangerous if you don't stay with the group.  There is a reason why they told the girls not to go into the fields.  Did they listen?  No.  (This story was voted on by my Patrons and will come to DA on Feb 20th.)

             “But that Mr. Grayson fellow said we should stay away from the blueberry fields. And this place is mostly blueberry fields. Where are we going to go?”

             Lyn laughed. “When did we ever listen to people like that, hmm?” She turned her head and looked at the nearby fence. “Besides, I really want to know why we can’t go out there.” She grabbed Amy’s arm. “Come on!”

             “Hey!” Amy gulped. “I hope you know what you are doing.”

             Lyn walked up to the gate. “Of course, I do. When have I ever steered you wrong?” She tapped the wooden gate with her finger. “Locked tight. But good thing they didn’t expect people to just. . .” She vaulted over it. “Hehe. There. Not so bad.” She dusted herself off and looked back at Amy. “Well, are you coming?”

             “I umm. . .”

             She put her hands on her hips. “Come on! This is going to be ten times more fun than whatever they are up to in that barn. Now let’s get a fucking move on!”