Frowning when he saw the liquid on her cheek, remembering that in the throws of ecstasy he had felt something leave him."Oh God! I'm so sorry Kathy. I...didn't know!", He said.She wiped the liquid off her cheek and stared at it, rolling her tongue around her mouth to clear out the taste of the stuff he had shot inside her. "What is it?" She asked finally."I think it's sperm." Cal answered. "The book said that kids don't have it, but grown up men shoot it when they climax, that's what the book. Rod is Christine’s polar opposite in terms of temperament. They have nothing of substance in common. But, Rod has the type of outward appearance Christine goes for and she thinks she’s in love. I don’t know what Rod’s take on the whole love thing is. With Christine doing all the talking he can barely get a word in edgewise. There must be something to it though or he wouldn’t be moving in and me, moving out. To me, Rod looks a little too much like a living, breathing Ken doll. He belongs here. Left to my own devices, Richard had a lot of other business interests and I showed I knew how to handle the animals in terms of care etc. I roamed amongst them all to different degrees; Richard leaving me a sort of list and suggesting one gelding actually prepared to drop for me after a certain bit of innocent stroking if for instance anyone was around, but unfortunately we were in plain view of the road.Moving on to the mares, again with a list, I found them all quite friendly, and only a. There had been an awful lot thrown her way in the past day, Scooter realized, and the time to relax and sort things out was welcome. She dug into the small drybag that had the things she'd want on the river, pulled out a cigar, sat down on the front of one of the rafts and lit it."Jesus, Scooter!" Crystal giggled, "Hasn't Leon broken you of that yet?" Mostly I broke him of bitching at me about it," she laughed."Good God," Al grinned, "I knew there was some reason I needed to hire you. Too bad.