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"You on the pill?" (MF, rom, preg) *** Author's Note: This is really a version of “Cow Hand,” a story by Old Bill (address withheld) that was posted recently. My explanation is at the bottom of the page. *** "Morning," I said with a smile. "I'm here about the job you advertised, field hand." The woman looked up over her reading glasses at me, standing before her desk. "Any experience?" "Yes'm," I said and handed over a sheet of folded paper. She set it aside. "Let's go outside. I'm sick of this office." She stood and I tried not to lick my lips; I did feel my cock quiver. She was a big, healthy woman with a fine rack and a shapely ass, mid to late thirties, maybe five-ten or so and a good hundred and fifty, I guessed. I followed her out a side door, admiring her rolling buttocks in her tight britches. She wore short boots and a loose-fitting shirt, open at the throat. Her hair was tied back with a piece of rawhide and flowed richly halfway down her back, red highlights in the chocolate curls. 'We got about two thousand acres. I assume you can ride." "Yes'm," I said, stepping up beside her and watching her obviously unfettered breasts jiggle, the nipples sharply defined under the silken shirt, more than a handful, those jugs, high and proud. "Stop calling me ma'am," she said with a smile. "I don't need that. Call me Cindy. How old are you?" I told her and she raised an eyebrow. "And you've done this kind of work, range hand, wrangler, whatever you want to call it?" "Yep," I said. She smelled good too. "Well, what I need is somebody who can get out and check the fences regularly, move some cattle and a few sheep about as needed to give the grass a rest, keep the machinery running, chase off the varmints, both two and four-legged, all that sort of thing. You any good with a gun, a rifle?" "Fair enough," I said as we strode to a hillock's rounded top. She pointed and swung her arm in a semi- circle. "Just about as far as you can see. That gully over there, that's on our land." "You manage this yourself, all this?" She smiled at me and nodded. "Isn't hard except for finding good help." "Pay?" I asked. She squinted up at my tanned face. "Three hundred a week with a ten percent raise every six months." "Meals?" "Two a day, breakfast and supper. You can make your own lunch with what's in the kitchen, you'll be away from the house most days." "Bed?" "Of course." She sat on a large, gray flat stone, gestured and I sat beside her. "That reminds me." "What does?" I asked, our hips touching. "Bed. One of your chores is my, what will we call it, my libido I suppose, my sexual needs." "You're not married?" She nodded. "He ran off, found another woman that was not so demanding. Spooked him when I got pregnant right out of the chute, I guess. Don't know where he is. Took all the cash on hand with him, about twelve thousand." "Shit," I said. "Exactly. So I need a man now and then and can't be moseying around the county seeking companionship. Might cause trouble, you understand? Lot's a'nosy folks around." "Uh huh. Well, I don't see that as a problem." I smiled and felt myself starting be aroused. "Good. OK, I'd like to see you ride so let's saddle a couple of horses and then I like to sample your, your, ah, hm, your," she laughed. "My cock," I said. She chuckled. "Exactly." "My pleasure," I said. "Better be mine too." We rode out, me on a big gray gelding and Cindy on a skinny-legged riding horse of good breeding and excellent manners. She rode Western and roughly but I stayed with her even when I had to post. I knew my ass was going to be sore tomorrow. It had been a couple of years. Back in the barn, we turned our animals out and went toward the big farmhouse, hands touching now and then. She led me up to the back bedroom and snapped back the covers. "My room's in the front," she said, standing before him, her hands on my waist, my on her hips, "but this will be your room, when your using it." I bent and captured her mouth. Our tongues met and our hands explored. "Not so fast," she gasped when she was able to pull back her head. She was smiling. "I'd rather you did not hurry." "Yes'm," I said, turning away and pulling my shirt over my head. We undressed quickly and she lay atop the bed, bare and on one hip when I turned toward her, wearing just a smile. "Good god," she cried, when she saw my raring manhood that stood nearly upright, the head purple and the shaft easily as thick as her wrist. "Think it'll do?" I asked with a grin. She licked her lips and nodded as I rolled in beside her. "You like being on top?" I asked "How did you guess," she said with a laugh, "but I'm far from ready." I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Maybe I can help." And I bent over her so my head was between her legs, my hands on her knees and my big cock was flopping about near her shoulder. My tongue did not take long to find her engorged clitoris and soon her outer lips were wet with her lubricating juices as I licked and sucked until she grasped my arm and pulled me away, trying not to look at the huge rod bobbling in her face. It now seemed a lot thicker as well as somewhat longer. I flopped on my back and held my phallus at its thick and hairy base. "You could have given it a lick." "I’ve got a better idea." She swung a long leg across my loins and crouched over me, lips pinched together. I stroked the head of my cock up and down her vulva, and she wiggled her tight-lipped entrance onto the head of my thick shaft. Cindy grunted and scrunched her eyes closed as she took me slowly into her. She eased herself down and then rocked a bit to get firmly in the saddle with my big hands on her hips. She moved her pelvis to and fro and quivered when she rubbed an especially sensitive area while I just lay still, enjoying the feeling of my cock being caressed fully and warmly and the sight of her jutting beasts and smiling face. "Ah," she said, looking down at me and then tossing back her hair. "Ready?" I nodded and she squeezed me with her knees and we began at a sedate and gentle walking pace, Cindy moving up and down on the rigid shaft just an inch or two and I, rocking my hips up and back so I rubbed at the front of her mound. When I discovered a place that brought a shudder I went back, held her bending to me and rubbed that area several more times until she moved into a fast trot, urging me with her hands and heels, smiling widely and her eyes closed, her breasts bouncing freely, nipples jutting. Now our bodies slapped together as she rose and fell and I thrust upward each time she descended, battering at her cervix and sending pain and pleasure messages throughout her body as I filled and stretched her sex as I suspected no man had ever done. From trot we went to canter, and she posted so I had to arch my body upward to thrust into her dripping vagina. Cindy was gasping now, just, "Ah, ah, ah," over and over and I was breathing hard and concentrating on holding back a growing need to ejaculate by crushing my ass muscles and trying to keep my need for friction under control. I hoped she would not try to gallop. She brought my rough hands to her full breasts and I kneaded them hard, squeezed out her tits. Cindy climaxed with a cry of release, shuddered and spasmed for what seemed minutes as a series of pulses shot through her and then fell full length on me beneath her, limber and loose-limbed. I patted her back. "You on the pill?" I asked as I slowed and then stopped my coital motions, holding my heavy ram fully extended but quite still, my testicles hard and hot, my urge subsiding. "No, no, I'm sorry," she said, licking her dry lips. "I stopped some time ago." Her breathing was ragged. "Should have thought of that. Damn, got a diaphragm but I've got some condoms somewhere. Let me think. Look in the drawer there, by your right hand." I fumbled open the drawer and felt around, still thrusting into her depths. "Nope," I said. "Shit," she said as her hips began to move again. "Don't go away." She wiggled back off me and my prong jumped up when she pulled free and slapped down on my hairy belly. Cindy looked at it, shivered, and then trotted up the hall. I admired her bare buttocks and dripping vulva. I held my balls, feeling them pulse. She was back in a minute or less and straddled me again. The feel of my rigid shaft excited her fully and her pussy trembled. Then she cuddled down beside me and kissed my cheek, nearly purring. I spread her legs with my knee, lifted her hips and entered her slowly and deeply, keeping nearly all my weight off of her. She wrapped her legs about my beefy body, and I started slowly but accelerated quickly and brought herself to a highly satisfying orgasm in about three minutes of fierce fucking with the two of us bouncing and writhing on the narrow bed. When I was spent, I gave her a few more long thrusts and then rolled to my back with Cindy still impaled on my well- spent cock, feeling eviscerated. She pushed herself up on her extended arms, sat on my hips and then rolled away and got her feet on the floor and sat by my legs. "Job's yours if you want it," she said." "Hell of an interview," I said. "How about four hundred to start?" She sucked her teeth. "$350's best I can do right now." I grasped her right hand, pulled her to me and kissed her firmly and deeply. "It's a deal," I said, releasing her. "Oh," she said as she picked up her underpants and stepped into them, "one other thing. There's my daughter, she's away at school, nice girl, fifteen. Hope you'll... hope you'll stay away from her. You know what I mean." "Fifteen?" I said. "Jailbait. I promise." "Wait till you see her." New Cowhand 2 The girl arrived in a big SUV with three boys. We helped her unload her stuff and then she hugged each of them and they drove away, waving. I carried her bags up to her room and we introduced ourselves. She said her name was Ginger. If Ginger was fifteen as her mother had told me, she was the most well developed 15-year-old I had ever seen, and I was quickly aroused, my eager cock jumping and swelling. "Where's my mother?" she asked, zipping open a bag. "Went into town, said something about a lawyer." I tried not to think how she would look naked. She nodded, tossing clothes on her bed. "And you're the new hand, eh?" "Yep," I said, admiring her round ass in her tiny denim shorts. "Think you're the biggest one so far. You are screwing her already?" "Beg your pardon?" I said. "Come on. I know she needs it. She's worn out three men since I've figured out what's going on." I chuckled, trying to guess her bra size and keep my cock under control at the same time. "Well, it's not your business. I don't play kiss and tell." "Oh, a gentleman," she said, coming to stand right in front of me with her hands on her hips, her big jugs pointed out at my ribs in her tight t-shirt. "And I suppose she told you to stay away from me." I smiled and nodded, and she jumped up, got her arms about my neck and kissed me open mouthed. Then she slid down to the floor, patted my bulging groin and said, "Good luck. That’s how the others got fired." I left quickly, feeling sweat on my forehead, and went back to chores out in the barn. Cindy returned in an hour or so and I saw them again at supper. Ginger was still wearing her chopped off t- shirt and tiny shorts and her mother, for some reason, was looking amused. "You met?" she said as she sat down. "Yep, sure did," I said. "How's it going with that old baler?" she asked as the cook brought in the food. "Beyond my abilities. Think you'll probably have to buy a new one or invest more in that old thing. How long have you had it?" A horn sounded out in the yard and Ginger shoved in a forkful and said, "Got to run." "Sit down," said her mother. "They'll wait." Ginger snorted but sat and ate rapidly, chewing and swallowed; the horn sounded again. "Go tell them to knock it off," Cindy said to me with a wave toward the barnyard. I used my napkin, went out back and found a dusty Jeep wagon with four young men in it. "She'll be out when she finishes dinner. No more horn blowing. In the future come to the door and knock." "Fuck you, shithead," yelled the boy at the back window, his baseball cap on backwards. I grabbed the front of the astonished young man's shirt and pulled me out through the open window and deposited him among the chicken droppings. The boy scrambled up holding his wrist as Ginger appeared. She helped him back in the car, glared at me, got in beside the boy, and the Jeep fishtailed down the driveway and out to the road. "Everything all right?" Cindy asked when I resumed my seat at the dinner table. "Yep," I said. "Four boys out there. No manners." "It's peculiar but I've never asked her," Cindy said. "I don't think she has ever dated one boy, been somebody's steady as we used to call it." "Pretty girl," I said. "And too popular," said her mother. "Let's go look at that baler." Out in the shed we looked at the old machine, engine parts spread out on a piece of canvas. "I tried new ignition wiring and new plugs, it runs, but no power. Want me to pull the head?" "No, I think you're right. I'll call for the distributor to come out and tell me what I can get as a trade in. New one'll probably run four or five thousand. Put it back together." I stood and faced her. "How we going to work this now that she's home. By the way, she knows you have sex with the hired help." She lifted an eyebrow and clenched her lips. "Not surprised. She's got a quick mind. She'll graduate next year at sixteen. We'll find the time." She headed back toward the house and I reassembled the old self- propelled string-baler's engine. By the time I got finished it was pretty late, and while I buttoned up the old machine and wiped it clean, I felt somebody watching me. I turned and there stood Ginger in the doorway, hair blowing in the breeze. "You're working late?" she said. I smiled at her. "Are you're home early or do you have a curfew?" She lifted her chin and sniffed. "What're you doing?" "Trying to fix the old baler." She nodded. "That boy I hauled out of the wagon, he OK?" She smiled. "Hurt his feelings. I'm sure he deserved it. He's got a smart mouth." "How come, if you don't mind me asking, how come you're going out with a bunch of guys instead of just one?" "You're bad as my mother. It's my business." "OK," I said. "Just thought it was, you know, kind of strange." She snorted and then came in under the work light and hopped up on the old bench, displaying her long, lean legs, the top button of her shorts undone. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you." I stood, wiping my hands on an old rag and admiring the young beauty. She was about five-six I guessed and maybe 120 or so, all of it prime with a good ass and a great set of jugs which, as far as I could tell, were bouncing freely under her thin shirt. Her legs went on forever. "It's like this," she said, not looking right me, "I haven't found a single boy that satisfies me, that can satisfy me. Or a man either for that matter." I waited, tempted to ask several questions. She recrossed her legs the other way and leaned back, exhaling. "Three years ago," she said, "when I was twelve. . ." Her mother called from the house and she hopped down, said, "Tell you tomorrow" and trotted away, saying, "Maybe" as she got to the doorway. Her rounded buttocks moved like well-oiled machinery. I went and sat on the back porch, drank a beer, and pretty soon Cindy joined me, a beer bottle in her hand. "She's tired. Long ride today." "I asked her about those group dates." "Did you? And?" "I was surprised. She started to tell me and then you called. She said something happened when she was twelve." "I've suspected she was raped. But she wouldn't tell me. I was dating a man back then who might have humped her, just out of meanness because I wouldn't let me into my bed." "You want to do it tonight?" I asked, hopeful, aware that the girl had riled me some. I could still see her hips sway and her boobs jiggle. "Uh uh," she said, "maybe in the morning, early. She's a sound sleeper but we tend to get a bit noisy." We sat quietly, watching the fireflies, finished our beers and went to our separate beds. No sooner had I pissed and rolled under the covers, wearing just an undershirt, than the door opened a crack and Ginger tiptoed in and sat on the side of my bed. She put her hand on my leg. "Where were we? Oh, well, yes, when I was twelve." "Go to bed Ginger. You'll get me in trouble." I could see from the tiny light in the hall that she was wearing a football jersey as a nightshirt. "But I want to tell you, to tell somebody." "I'm tired. Tell me tomorrow." "You're mean." "And you're a tease. Go to bed." "What's wrong with this one?" she said with a smile and she flipped back my thin blanket. "Oh," she said, "Oh god!" She pulled the covers back and ran from the room. It amused me that she and her mother had cried our almost the same thing when we saw my cock for the first time. I chuckled, reached down and petted my long member, tousled my balls and then lay back and slept. Early in the morning, right after sunup, I tiptoed down the hall, past the girl's room with its closed door to Cindy's bedroom at the front of the house, my eager ram leading the way. She stretched as I entered and smiled at me. My cock was up, well above the horizontal despite its blood-engorged weight, and I brought it right to her mouth. She licked its huge, hot head and tossed back her covers, spreading her eager legs. I mounted her quickly and sank my whole thick rod in her, arching up and admiring her lush body as I put my fists by her ears. “Got your diaphragm in?” I asked her. “I know how to take care of myself,” she replied and then we enjoyed the morning together, rocking and rolling as they say, until we were spent. Ginger came down for breakfast as I went out to get to work with no more than a wave to her, hardly noticing how she was dressed. Ten minutes later, out she came, munching on a piece of toast. "Hey," she said, "Ma says the ground's still too wet for you to plow up the kitchen garden. "Got to get those seeds in soon," I said, turning to face her. I nearly choked. She had taken her scissors to an old t-shirt and trimmed away at it until the bottom stood out from her nipples and displayed the underside of her globular breasts. Below lay a lot of the girl's stomach and some belly and her deep navel and tiny shorts, the top button undone. "Those probably used to fit you," I said, eying her no longer boyish hips. She smiled. "They're comfortable." "Don't look it," I said, noted her split lower lips, which bulged invitingly around the tight seam of her shorts. "She wants me to show you where the fence is down, back along the County road." She rolled out a four wheel ATV and twisted it into action. "Come on, give you a ride. Get the gas." I filled the tank, screwed the top back on and slid onto the wide seat behind the girl, noticing her knobby spine and the curved display of her upper ass. Down the lane she roared and I had to circle her with my arms or get tossed off. Her big jugs bounced off my forearms and her butt wiggled back against my groin as she crossed a field, went down a steep hillside and skidded to a halt where the two-lane road lay. The fence was lying nearly flat, probably from some stupid cows leaning on it to get at fresh grass. I was surprised one or more of them had not wandered out and gotten killed by a passing pickup. The girl dismounted, smiled at me, her nipples obviously hard, took a beach towel out of the small trunk and trotted up the hill, a cloth-covered water bottle in her hand. "I'm going to get some sun." An hour or so later, with the broken posts set aside and most of the rusty wire rolled up; I jogged up the hill and found the water hung in the shade. The girl lay on her belly, naked, completely bare assed, reading a paperback book, her chin on her rolled up clothes. She wiggled out a small bottle of lotion from the pocket of her shorts and called, "Come, do me a favor." I took the sunscreen, ignoring my incipient erection as best I could, squirted it on her back and rubbed it around, doing her rounded buttocks as well as her smooth back. "Need anything else?" I asked. She turned her head, smiled and pulled up her knees, raising her ass and wiggling, displaying her tight- lipped and nearly hairless sex. "You got the time?" I smacked her butt sharply, a really good, loud whack. "You are one mean bitch," I said as I went back to work. "Chicken" she yelled after me. Her mother soon arrived, the bucket of her small tractor full of new fence posts. She dumped her load and asked, "Where is she?" I pointed. "Sunning herself." She raised an eyebrow and climbed the hill. I heard some right loud conversation while I dug postholes and then Ginger trotted down and drove off on her ATV without looking at me. "I see you can resist temptation," Cindy said with a smile. "Usually," I said, "but not forever." "She certainly has a fine little body." "Doesn't she," I said, undoing the wide belt of Cindy’s Levis. "Need a reward for your virtue?" she asked as I yanked down her zipper. "No, just a break from handling barbed wire." I pulled down her britches and underpants and let them hang over her boots, turned her to face the other way, freed my hard ram and eased it up into her as she grasped the tractor seat and leaned forward. "Ahh," she cried as I sank it a half-foot into her and held it there, jumping and throbbing, my mind blank while my cock flexed and throbbed. She could not spread her feet very widely and felt a lot tighter than the last time I had taken her this way. I eased it back, feeling her muscles restrain my big-headed manhood, and then thrust hard and deep, bringing her up on her toes. "Not so fast," she grunted as I reached up and grasped her full breasts. I went slowly and gently but she was hot and wet and soon began groaning and gasping. Then we got going full speed, both of us exhaling with each ram. The heavy Kaboda tractor actually moved with each of my thrusts, rocking on its tight springs. "Yes, yes, yes, damn you, yes," she cried when she came, and I jolted her with my pumps of jism soon after that. We slowed, still clamped together and then pulled apart. She turned, smiled at me, pulled up her clothes and got back on her tractor and drove off with a wave while I was still gasping for breath, my hands on my knees, long cock dripping and sore. That night the girl came to my bed again in just her football jersey. She left the door open so there was a bit of light and sat beside me, her hand on my leg. We had a quiet conversation around midnight. She sniffed, "When I was twelve, that summer, Ma was romancing this guy, a car dealer, greasy and rich, and, well, one day he came by and she wasn't home, just me. So I started flirting and leading him on and, well, we went too far and he ended up on top of me right on the dining room rug. And, well it hurt and I cried and he called me a slut and left. So I cleaned up the mess on the rug and didn't tell anybody." "You're not the first," I said. She sniffed again. "Anyhow, when I started letting boys do it last winter, you know, after a lot of cocksucking and stuff," she sighed, "anyhow, it was no good." She shook her head. "No good at all." I held my peace, finding nothing to say. "The boys, they seem to enjoy it, but, well, I don't. Not the way I hear Mama does, especially with you. I pretend to, you know, but I don't like it and I don't get off." "Can you bring yourself to a climax with your fingers?" I asked very quietly. "Sure," she said, "and I use things, a carrot, toothbrush handle, you know." "Your mom should get you a vibrator. Does it hurt?" "Uh uh, nope." "So you do two or three boys, one right after the other?" "Sometimes more. I've done five a couple of times." "Odd." "Can you help me?" "I'll talk to your mother." "Oh shit," she said. "Do they come pretty quick, these boys; I mean most of them?" I eased my left hand up along her bare hip. "Uh huh. I don't think any of them last even a minute." "How do you do it, I mean usually?" "On my back, missionary, always the same." "Let's try something, an experiment, OK?" I rolled to my back, tossed off the covers, and held my stalk at its hairy base. It was pretty hard, maybe not fully engorged, but well past tumescent, and it stood up proudly, its head the size of a duck egg, the veins pulsing. She looked at me and at it and blinked. "Lord," she said. “You on the pill?" "Yeah, Mom signed the form so I can get them at school.” "Then come on, climb up here and mount this thing. I want you to see what it feels like inside.” “I'm not sure I can," she said, crouching at my knees and staring at the fat head of my big prick. She licked her lips and then bent forward and mouthed my glans, getting it covered with saliva. Then she crawled forward, rose up on her knees, grasped the hard shaft and got the rounded cockhead between her nether lips. She trembled, surprised she was frightened. I reached down and grabbed her lean hips, lifted her up slightly and then eased her down on the thick stake that reared up in her slit. Wordlessly she wiggled and adjusted some and it popped in. "Oh god," she said and trembled. It was barely an inch in and held there by her tight vagina. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her gritting her teeth. "Ease on down," I urged, arching up and becoming aware of things opening before my blunt- headed ram. "I can't," she sobbed as she lurched upward and then sat down and it all went right up into her. She gasped. It sure felt odd, like a tight sleeve that quivered and rolled about my cock. I pulled her down so her head was on my shoulder and held her buttocks. "You OK?" I asked. She nodded. We just lay there, my thick spar jumping and flexing, trying to get deeper. Her knees moved to and fro a bit alongside my legs. I rubbed her back some, my hand under her jersey. "That's wonderful," she sighed after a few minutes. "You're awful tight." I tried to move in and out a couple of times, but stopped when I felt myself nearing a climax. "Uh huh. I've never felt anything like this inside me." "What I think is maybe you should wait until you grow some, get bigger; that ought to make it easier for men to love you." "Hah," she said rather loudly and I shushed her. "Hah, you just don't want to do it." "Oh yes I do, but I told your mother I wouldn't." "But here you are fucking me," she said in a whisper. "No I'm not." "How about if I fuck you?" "That’s up to you," I said. She wiggled back so only about half my hot ramrod was in her, pushed down on my chest and sat up whereupon I filled her again and she winced. I lifted my knees behind her and reached up under her shirt to briefly caress her firm breasts. She began to move up and down on my thick rod, just an inch or so and very slowly, her hands on her thighs and her chin up, eyes closed. It felt very good to both of us. "Lean forward some," I said, holding her at the shoulders. She nodded and then started rocking a bit faster. "Um," she sighed, "that's awful good." She ground us together and started jerking to and fro, her big breasts bobbling beneath her football jersey. I was tempted to strip her and get my hands on those beauties, but instead held her butt and let her do the work. Her breathing started to get ragged as she went faster and then it seemed to be just exhaling and suddenly she gasped, stiffened and cried out with a long wailing "Ahhh." "That ought to do it," said Cindy who was standing in the doorway. "How long have you been watching?" I asked, still holding her bucking daughter on my well-pleased member and feeling my balls begin to surge. "Long enough," she said with a smile. Ginger collapsed on me, still sobbing and clawing. I regained control of my cock and held back, stifling the need to ejaculate. "She had a problem," I said, embarrassed. "I'd hate to fire you," Cindy said. "But you promised." "Oh Mama," the girl cried. "It was my idea, I screwed him. He refused to fuck me. Now I know, I know, we figured it out." "Well it's late. Let's talk about it in the morning." Ginger nodded and pulled herself off my still-hard prick and tumbled out of bed, pulling down her jersey. "Good night," Cindy said, pushing the girl down the hall and closing the door behind her, ignoring the glistening rod poking up from my belly hair. After breakfast the three of us sat in her office and talked. Ginger mostly listened. So did I. In the end, Ginger agreed to stop going out with groups of boys and letting them use her body. Cindy agreed that she could go away to college if she kept that promise. And Cindy agreed she would share my sexual efforts with Ginger, “But no more than once a week, until I’m sure.” “Sure about what, Mama?” “I never did find that diaphragm,” she said, looking at me. “Sure that I’m pregnant.” The End Comments welcome at Vargas111@yahoo.com ****** As I said at the top of the page, Old Bill wrote 99% of this story. I would have asked his permission to write this version if I’d had an address. The plot twist at the end is mine, but mainly I changed the narrator from third to first. It is a good story in third person, almost cinematic, and that may have been Old Bill’s intent. But nothing in the story happens that does not pass through the mind of the unnamed ranch hand in Old Bill’s story and at one point the author does slip into an “I.” If Old Bill reads this and asks me to, I’ll withdraw this version. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 56