I think it’s a sugar cube. ((I believe that’s primarily for Ponies, but in this case, Her cow is hypoglycemic and so it can’t hurt.)) I tongue...the cube into my mouth and chew it slowly, earning a solid pat on the ass. She lets go, and I hear their voices clearer now. They are friends of ours. Part of our extended family-of-choice; no one I’ve ever played with before, but nonetheless…. “Let’s see her.” The man, who I’m already starting to think of as a ranch hand of some kind, says.. " Yes, but you can't do what that does," she said.She reached for it and turned it on. When the thick stalk began gyrating in oblong circles, his eyes widened."I guess I can't," he admitted."I like both of you," she said."Just like?" Okay, I love my rabbit," she teased.He didn't smile. "I fell in love with you the first time we ever ran."The seriousness in his voice made her serious too."Clear back then?" I was devastated when you told me you were married." I won't be much longer," she. There had been a few phone calls since, a couple of times with Aaron requesting more information. The word Dave was hearing was Aaron thought things were in better shape than he'd expected. There was some paperwork and rearranging that really needed to be done before the first of the year, or else the tax bite was going to be larger than necessary. It could have been done by mail or something, but Dave felt the need to meet face to face with the accountant.And, of course, there was Shae.It had. It will put a smile on your face if nothing else!” said Fiona kind of turning away and smirking to herself. I’ll be right back ok?”“Ok.” Zara replied.Fiona walked out the sliding doors only to return shortly after holding a syringe.“Whoa! What’s that for!?” Zara said bit taken back.“Its fine it’s just a little something to help u relax.”“Hmmm I don’t know?.....”Before Zara could even say another word, Fiona pricked her with the needle and injected her.“Owwwwa! U could have warned me.”“Oh don’t.