He felt like warm chocolate. He took my hand and began leading me down the corridor towards the door. “Where are we going?” I asked, feeling a lit...le unsure about what was happening. He looked at me and laughed. “Aww Claire!” He cooed, “Don’t you trust me?” I looked up into his swimming pool blue eyes searching for some sign. “Sure I do, it’s just not like you to be so upfront.” I muttered. All of a sudden we were outside by the parking lot. I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe the rumours. The last batch went faster; maybe they were working better together. Sloan helped Annie clean and put away the milking equipment while Spencer finished cleaning out the milking parlor.“There, done till 4:00” Sloan said wiping his brow.“Done with the milking,” Annie added, “there’s a lot more work to do.”“Like what?” Sloan asked.“Well for starters, I need to check the refrigerator to make sure the milk is being cooled to 36 degrees. There is some computer work after each milking to log gallons. I rolled down the waist band and was preparing to pee when a twig snapped on the path. I looked to my right to see another cyclist riding towards me using the same route. He pulled up a few feet away and with a cheery but inquisitive look said “someone else with the same idea?”Now what are the chances of another like-minded passer-by choosing the same spot in the middle of nowhere? With my shorts rolled down there was no point in pulling them up again so I laughed and said “these tight shorts. We'll see about that." Keith said as he put his pencil down."Look, if this is some lame brain attempt to screw me, you can just forget it. I'm not easy or cheap." Don't worry. It's not as simple as that." he responded. "This is a test of your endurance, how much you can handle, remember?" Yeah, I remember." she said, putting on her tough act again. "And it still goes. Anything you can give out." Then let's find out." he said as he opened the bottom drawer of his desk. "Sit down, make yourself.