This time, paying attention.Uhhmm. Jack mumbled as his brain churned with ideas. What if his co-workers were hotter? And female. Maybe resembling some...pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like her.” Jack points out openly again. A little to comfortable that he’s alone.The girl goes by the name Calypso Muse according to playboy. Indeed. Show over, Mick sent her home to change her messy clothes, then called Henry to update him.OOooOOIn clean top and shorts — still no bra or panties — Casey compiled a shopping list to take to the grocery store. Paul owned the store and he phoned Henry while watching Casey strut up and down the aisles. “Can I get you anything, Casey?” “Oh, hi Paul. No thanks, but —“ Casey winked at him, “maybe at check out.”Paul continued watching her shop and when she got to the frozen section Casey thrust her. It was very horny and I had to change my panty liners a little more often that day, and spend a lot more time in the loo. I have to take a handkerchief in to the loo with me now, to stifle my groans.A week after Evie arrived, there was a compulsory first-aid course for those of us not qualified. I had let my qualification lapse so I had to do the course again; Evie was new to first aid. The course was held at the Head Office Training Facility about 40 miles away, which had a small 2 star hotel. But it is really a story within another story. And one has to be told to get back into the other. I am telling Patti the story of what happened when I lived back on the farm/ranch at home. That’s what chapters 8, 9, and now 10 are about.At first I struggled with even bringing this to light about anything to do story wise when living at home on the farm. But since it happened in the story about Patti and Toro and I alike, it must be told so the happenings here to fore in that story.