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The chickens knew better than to get in h to the barn as I walked so fast led They’ll do that when you’re a double D and you left your bra on the floor upstairs See, it’s all how it’s supposed to be! Did I randouide ers to fumble over?

Predestined Preordained There just better not be any pre down And God willing, so was he

I entered the barn, striking what I thought was a particularly fetching pose with one hand poised over ainst the doorway, hips jutted forward, back arched, girls pitched forth like an offering

He was pitching hay down fro on his stunning hand-of-God-etched back, his hips narrowing into a waist I wanted to wrapof sunset, it cut through the ihlighting the scattering of hay, the rustic planks, the brown poop

Um, what?

It’s a barn That’s where the poop lives

Well, I could breathe through , so no aze to Hank

Yeah, concentrate on hi the shaft and turning into the upstroke Aw yeah

I waited for him to turn around and seehot and wild, his blood racing throughout his body and concentrating into one big, thick, hard, throbbingto turn any minute

But he didn’t So I did what any heroine would do in that situation

"Ahe

"Ahe hay

With words designed to seduce, incinerate, and level, I ordered, "Turn around, please" Aw yeah

He did turn He did appraise And how could he not? I was a vision in white, backlit perfectly by the setting sun for the ravishing of the century

His eyes traveled down aze went, round, and as he climbed down the ladder, each inch of skin revealed above his low-slung jeans was a present frohtly on his feet with a predatory feline grace