“You'll have to understand, I mean, look at you,” he motioned at her, as she was getting dressed. She looked down at her body. “Can you blame an... young guy for wanting that?” he asked her, a dead serious look on his face. She looked down at her breasts, her flat stomach, her athletic legs. “Okay. I get it. I get it....... You men....” she said, something of that sexy, amused/slightly exasperated tone returning to her voice. She had to admit that she was flattered by the handsome young man, and. He makes okay money, we get to stay free at some very nice ranches. It is good honest work and we like it. Most of these ranches have good looking cowgirls and cowboys running around and I must say that I have sampled my share of cowboys over the years and I am sure my husband has saddled a few fillies during that time. We were at this really nice ranch and my husband was out working cattle. I decided to go for a walk down near an old stable. I heard some noise from within and peaked in to. Finally all those weird drills that Mr. Woo put me through showed results. Mr. Woo gave me tiger balm for my sores and I heard David needed dental surgery and also x-rays for possible broken bones in his arms, hands, and ribs.My stock went up at school. I was no longer a nerd or dork but Tommy now. All the kids treated me diffently and the seniors hated me but were frightened to try anything. Claire was an outcast and a slut now. Our worlds had changed as she had been popular and me a dork.I. She could even distinguish swords with tasty handles, golden canes of respectable size, and trophies with interesting shapes that would fit so well in...- "God dammit!" she cursed internally, trying to cut her thoughts and cleanse her mind. She had recently started developing the bad habit of analyzing objects around her in the search of things she could penetrate herself with. For instance, the handle of the sword in front of her had such a nice and long shape, the idea of feeling its ridges.