Had to be.The girls immediately started cat calling and whistling, dollar bills waving in the air which attracted the attention of Mr. Hottie McHotstu...f, or whatever his silly stage name was. I sat in the seat furthest from the stage and turned my attention to my phone to look at anything but guy flesh.Mr. Spraytan eventually showed up at our table with a shirtless six-pack and cut-off jean shorts to take our drink order; him I couldn’t ignore. His name tag said he was “Rodney.”“Hello, sir,. Not my last by far. I spent the day in a music store. Probably one of the last of it’s type in the world these days. The little store sat about a mile from my school. Standing firm in it’s last days against the invasion of the Starbucks next to it. Sadly, it’s days were already numbered when I found it. I didn’t know that then though the lady behind the counter probably did. Still she had a smile for me and listened to me try and describe what I had heard. My lack of attention didn’t help her. I was working on the Botticelli’s cattle ranch, a job I’d fallen into thanks to an Army buddy. A lot of ‘regular’ employers weren’t really interested in Iraq and Afghanistan veterans, I guess that they thought we were all PTSD cases who’d shoot up their businesses, but ranch labor in Nevada was simply a matter of going out to a ranch and asking for work. If they needed help, and you were willing to do manual labor, you got hired. Since I could already ride a horse, that was just a plus. The. I had met him in a bar called the 'Pineapple' and after an evening discussing sex, he offered, and I accepted.There were six couples, all in the same age range, so I was the baby and immediately the most popular, and the wives and partners of the men were all for their man having a pop at me.So we all introduced ourselves to one another, and I am sure most knew each other from previous meetings, but like I said, an eighteen year old Sewish girl with a hot body, was going to abused before I got.