I was returning home from another unsatisfactory date. All she wanted to do was complain about her ex-husband, her job, her boss, etc. I couldn't wait to get her back to her apartment and come home. I live on a fairly large farm about 20 miles from the city. It is self-sustaining and the original farmhouse has been rented out to a man who farms the bottomland. I live in a new house up a series of switchback roads to the top of the mountain. It is a beautiful view. On a clear night I like to sit on the patio and look at the lights of the city and listen to the animals and insects while I relax with something to drink.I wasn't going to get that pleasure tonight, however, because it started raining just as I left the city. The last 5 miles of road is dirt and when it rains the road becomes a bit slippery. The switchback road to the house is gravel, so it will be okay, but I needed to pay attention on the main dirt road. It was good I was paying attention or I would not have seen the two people standing in the rain next to the road. They looked like young teenagers and they were soaked to the skin and just standing there looking at my car like deer caught in the headlights. When I stopped, I realized they were in the driveway going into my field with the old barn. Are you okay? I asked. They just looked at me without replying, but they were shaking with the wet and cold. I recognized they were in the first stage of hypothermia, so I put them in the car. They got in without any problem and just stared ahead. I started the heater and headed up the road to my house. When we arrived, I told them to come inside so they could get out of their wet clothes and into something dry. They followed me into the back door where I told them to take off their shoes and socks, which they did. This was when I noticed they were young girls and looked all of 14 years old. I led them into the house and took the first girl to the main bathroom. I told her there was a robe in the closet and to get out of her wet clothes, take a hot shower to warm up, and bring the wet clothes to me and we would get them washed and dried. There was a hair dryer mounted on the wall and I pointed it out to her. I then took the other girl to the master bedroom and took her into the master bathroom and gave her the same instructions. I then headed upstairs to the master suite and got out of my wet clothes and put on some terrycloth shorts and a tee shirt.I went downstairs and started preparing some hot cocoa. I prepare the chocolate just like my grandmother did. None of this instant stuff for me. I don't care for the taste of the pre-mixed powder where you just add water or milk. About the time the cocoa was ready I heard the water shut off, so I knew they would be out as soon as they dried their hair. I went to the Arizona room and let in my dog Mike. He stays there when I am away from the house and has access to a fenced area where he can run. He is a golden lab I found walking down the same road where I found the girls, and he was also very young. I got some chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies out (from the bakery) and set the table for three. Shortly, one of the girls came in carrying her wet clothes wrapped in the bath towel. I took them and told her to sit down and relax. Mike went over with his tail wagging and she relaxed and started petting him. The other girl came in about that time carrying her wet things and towel. Both of the girls took to Mike and he to them. I took their clothes and put them in the washer. I noticed neither of them had a bra and both had thong bikini panties. When I came back to the kitchen, they were drinking the cocoa and eating the cookies. Mike was getting his share of cookies from them, also.Are you girls okay? I asked. Yes sir, replied the red head. Thank you for stopping. We were so cold we couldn't stop shivering.How did you get there? Did you slide off the road with your car? The brunette's face took on a hard look.No, we went on a date and they took us to an old barn in the field where you found us. Then they started grabbing at us and pulling at our clothes. Now, we're not virgins, but we didn't like the way they were treating us, so we told them to quit. Debbie's boy friend said,