A lot.Today, though, wasn't so simple.Jane was a red-headed college student, with natural DD breasts, a plump ass and that little bit of fat on her tu...my. While many girls didn't talk to her, whispering how they thought she was fat or ugly, the boys are driven WILD by her looks. Naturally, she used this to her advantage. Especially today.Walking into the men's locker room, Jane saw to her delight what she considered a sex buffet. Hooking her fingers in her low-cut top, exposing more cleavage,. “Gold Watch Cattle Company is back in business.”There wasn’t time to explain with the number of people out riding on a sunny Saturday. Ramie and Kyle had warned everyone off the trails up to the ridge and had their hired hands go out to block those trails with yellow tape. As riders returned in the afternoon, the four hired hands and two owners assisted with saddles and trailer loading for those who had just come in for the day. It seemed like there were an awful lot of them, but people were. While Abigail waited Lady D’Airing was changing into her brother’s Ralph’s old clothes. First she donned the man’s shirt, and over that the dark green breeches and doublet. Next she put on two pairs of hose and pulled Ralph’s old long boots on, finding them just too loose she put on a third pair of hose before the boots fitted well. Finally she picked up a dark kerchief, a dark coloured riding coat and Ralph’s oldest most battered hat before she slipped, as quietly as she could down the back. I’m a tourist, can’t you tell? I’m twenty-three. I’m not carrying drugs from Columbia or cigarettes from Morocco. I’m not dealing in moving women across international boundaries. I’m here to see some sights, take lots of pictures, and maybe get a tan. The afternoon sun still spread its warmth over the sleepy city. Pastel and whitewashed houses soaked up the warmth. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue. The traffic was European furious even though it was a time when many were seeking shelter.