I hope we get to visit more about your hay fields before I leave here. Good day to you and thank you again for your help.”“Yes Sir, and a good day...to you too.”“Mr. Dirksen, I’m not interested in any kind of deal where you get ten percent of my hay. We’ll just barely have enough to feed our own reduced herds of cattle if this drought lays over another year. Why don’t you sell me your hay baling press and I’ll pay you good money to stay and run it for us the rest of this spring and summer during. I quickly hung the phone up and started to weep. Why was I so upset? Isnt this what I wanted to happen? I decided to call up Tony to tell him what was going on. When he answered I told him about my and Jeralds fight last night and what I had just heard with Younique. Come to my surprise him and Younique had a similar fight after we left last night. It seems that she suspected my feelings for him too. He knew something was up too when we barely spoke to one another before we left. I asked Tony. While flipping between stations her attention was caught by a movie. More than the usual action adventure fare, this one had a strong sexual fetish overtone. What had kept her from continuing her search was the scene on the screen where a lady while clad in revealing black leather costume was being roughly used by three men. While censored for the airwaves, she found her imagination filling in the details of what was only hinted on the screen. Going to bed that night she had found it. The answer was ‘I want to fuck you’ but somehow that just sounded wrong. Horrifically irredeemably wrong. “I had a question?” He said. “Can’t it wait until morning?” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Sorry, I suppose it could have.”She sat up, the covers drifting from all her body. Even in the loose Pajamas, her body called to him from a place of absolute perfection. She promised divinity with her eyes, and paradise with her body. Ryan was forty-nine and here was a nineteen-year-old beauty..