On a hot autumn day, face up, I lie back in an open field in an attempt to keep my all-over body tan. With my arms behind my head, thinking of the night before, I get a powerful twinge between my legs. Enjoying the lingering thoughts of last night and the sexual sensations I’m feeling now, I decide to get up and check out the possibilities of double dipping with Dallas. I lick my lips, hmmm!

Dallas was last night’s prize I won at the charity auction, “Preservation of the Wild Mustang”. He was gorgeous and shy. I was having too many shots of Yukon Jack. The next thing I knew I was hearing, “Come up little Lassie and Claim Your Hunk!” I didn’t even want to know how much of my winnings I spent from today’s rodeo in Denver. I took third overall in the bull riding event. The prize money was good.

Getting up from the meadow, I put on my clothes in a half-assed way hoping they would later come off with little effort. A raggedy pair of shorts, cowboy boots, and a crop top held together with just a couple of ribbon ties. I was ready!

Dally was whittling on a piece of wood he’d found while sitting on the porch of the old cabin. That was where we ended up after all the hoopla of the auction the night before. The splinters in my knees, my palms, even my toes, reminds me what happened last night. What the hell! Playing teacher has its price. But I’m not going to do that trick again!

The cabin belonged to Dallas’ grandfather. While making my way over to my prize, I walked with a swagger in my step. My thumbs were in my belt loops, making my shorts ride even lower on my hips. I put on my come-hither face, and batted my baby greens. I was trying to catch Dally’s attention. It didn’t seem to be working.

After a while, I decided another approach may be the ticket. Thinking for a minute and smiling, I tossed off my Stetson cowboy hat into the air, veered to the left, and dove off the end of the dock, into the cool water of the pond.