EXT. ORRON III -- DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD -- MAIZE FIELDS -- DAY
Nemec DuQuesne rides his combine through the vast, sprawling fields of maize, mowing down and harvesting thousands of ripe stalks as he moves onward. Beside him, driving a trailer to collect the freshly mowed-and-ground maize, is Anakin. Due to the advanced age of both vehicles, neither one has functioning air conditioning, leaving Anakin and Nemec to sweat profusely within their cabs under the full midday sun.
Without warning, the engines of Anakin's trailer suddenly begin to shudder violently; with an unwelcome SPUTTER and COUGH, the engines then blow out and the vehicle completely dies. Unaware or what has just transpired, Nemec keeps the combine rolling forward, leaving ground maize to spill out upon the ground.
ANAKIN: Oh, for the love of --
Opening the cab door, Nik leaps out of the trailer. Running forward, he begins yelling and waving his arms at Nemec to stop.
ANAKIN: (shouting) Nemec! Hey, Nemec! Stop the combine! You're dumping maize all over the ground! Stop, man, stop!
Finally noticing Anakin's cries of panic, Nemec hits the breaks. As the large combine grinds to a halt, Nemec powers down the thresher, bringing the rainfall of maize to an end.
NEMEC: (opens the cab door and leans out) What the hell happened?!
ANAKIN: Dunno. The engines just died on me!
NEMEC: (sighs and runs a hand through his hair) Figures. (beat) Well, I guess that's it for the day. We'll take a look at the engines tomorrow and see if we can't get the old girl fixed up again. (beat) Hop on in.
ANAKIN: (waves his hand dismissively) Nah, you go on ahead. I'd like to walk for a while, catch the breeze.
NEMEC: Suit yourself.
Closing the cab door, Nemec starts forward again, leaving Anakin behind. Anakin, for his part, just puts his hands in his pockets and begins walking at a leisurely pace, taking in the nature surrounding him.
ANAKIN: (singing) We play the game with determination. We don't give a damn about our reputation, baby. It's not a game, it's a revelation. Step inside the real world ...
EXT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD -- COURTYARD -- DAY
As Nik finally arrives at the DuQuesne homestead, he finds Nemec and his wife Corin waiting for him. Corin stands holding a tray with a pitcher and glass of ice tea in her hands, Nemec seated in a sun chair with a glass in his hand beside her. With the two spouses so close together, it's impossible not to compare and contrast their physical features. Where Nemec is stocky and rather plain-looking, Corin is gracile and strikingly beautiful; the only attribute they have in common is their blond hair.
CORIN: (to Anakin) You must be thirsty after all that work and that long walk, Anakin. Have a glass.
ANAKIN: Thanks, Corin.
Taking the glass of ice tea, Anakin downs it in one long, uninterrupted swallow.
CORIN: (eye widening) My, you must be thirsty. Here, have some more. (takes the pitcher and pours more tea into Anakin's glass)
NEMEC: Pull up a chair, Nik, take a load off.
ANAKIN: (takes a small sip of his refreshed ice tea) Thanks, but I think I'll head inside to take a shower first.
Nodding to Nashira's parents, he steps past them for the door. The man and wife exchange glances, cocking their eyebrows in unison.
INT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/REFRESHER/SHOWER -- DAY
Stripping out of his sweaty clothes, Anakin steps inside the shower. Closing the door, he turns the water on, allowing a stream of fresh, clean water to hit him full-on in the face. Taking a bar of soap, he begins to lather himself up.
As Nik works himself clean, a SHADOWY HUMAN FIGURE can be seen slowly entering the 'fresher. With complete silence, the silhouette cautiously makes its way over to the occupied shower. Completely oblivious, Anakin doesn't notice as the dark shade approaches the closed shower door, slowly raises an arm to grip it, then suddenly -- violently -- wrenches it open.
NASHIRA: Surprise!
ANAKIN: YAH!!!
Surprised, Anakin jumps back, nearly slipping in the shower. 'Shira, for her part, begins laughing hysterically.
ANAKIN: (irate) Dammit, Nashira! I could've slipped and broken my damn neck! Don't do that ever again!
NASHIRA: (pouts sexily) Ohhh, you big bad baby. As if you'd ever slip, Jedi man o' mine.
ANAKIN: Close the door, will ya? Water's getting all over the floor.
NASHIRA: (looks down at the water spraying out onto the refresher floor) Hmmm, I guess I should. (looks back up at Nik, grinning salaciously) Shouldn't I?
At that, Nashira begins to undress. Taking her time, Nashira unbuttons her powder blue blouse, pulling it open and down to expose her naked shoulders and toned stomach. Once that is done, she unzips her dark brown pants and slowly works them down, exposing her long, shapely legs. With both shirt and pants off, Nashira stands there in her black undergarments, bearing her body to her man. In the years that have passed since we last saw her, Nashira has matured from a pretty young girl into a beautiful young woman with the lithe body of a nascent goddess.
ANAKIN: (eyes Nashira) ...
Grinning broadly, 'Shira steps into the shower. Closing the door behind her, she slips her arms around Anakin's neck.
NASHIRA: No water getting out on the floor now.
ANAKIN: No, no ... of course not now.
Leaning forward, Anakin brings his face close to Nashira's and reaches behind to rest his hands on the small of her back; pressing his lips against hers, he slides his hands up to her shoulder blades and begins working to remove her bra.
As water cascades down the bodies of the two lovers, Nashira's satin undergarments drop to the shower floor.