When she read, her entire body took on a rosy glow. And what a lovely body it was too. Standing 5’2 in her favourite white pumps, the demure redhead...was blessed with a deliciously curvaceous pair of boobs and a peachy bottom. ‘Oh doctor, doctor, doctor,’ she sighed out loud, absorbing a few more sentences of the story before clamping shut her eyes to visualise the scene. So powerful was the writing that she had no choice than to allow her imagination to run wild, almost as if it were beyond her. After getting home I showered, primped and was on the road by 8:25am. I made and executive decision on the way to work and decided I needed coffee ASAP. Thank god for STARBUCKS. The people at my local coffee shop got my order in before I had even made it to the register and I was in and out in record time. I arrived at work and even managed to beat not only Bob, my boss, but Anita to the office. That meant that I had at least 10 minutes of question free time to suck down my Latte and check. ”She had had a shot just before Christmas, she was due for another on 16 March. That would be too soon. The one after that would be on 15 June and then 14 September. If Patrick was in agreement, June would be her last injection. The drug would wear off beginning late in September. If she was in one of the statistical tails, she might be pregnant only a month or two later ... or in July.It was February. October would be eight months from now; July would be 17 months. Plus nine. So she might be a. ” Frustrated, Abigail stormed off, not even bothering to say goodbye to her cousin. This was a problem, a series problem. It wasn’t specifically the cows, but rather that she needed the cows for this. On family farms, her family handled more than just agriculture such as apples, corn, wheat, potatoes, and the occasional strawberries and pears; they handled livestock as well. One of which was the farm’s prize bull, a massive creature named Titan. It was a bulking monster of a bull, easily.