The moment I saw my new farmhand half my age, I knew I had to have her. Angelica. Those eyes, those curves. Twenty-five years old with her v-card up for grabs. I retired from football to revive the family farm, and I hired her to help me. I can't keep my eyes off of her. I'm hungry for her and I always take what I want. All I can think about is claiming her innocence. And so I did. Now I have to listen to my heart and make a choice: make her mine forever or let her go. It's not easy - especially when she shows me that little stick with two pink lines.