The barn floors creaked as the animals stirred awake. Tequilla was quick to rise, disoriented and dazed as her hay ridden hair flew up with her jolt. She rubbed her eye before turning back over, her cheek smooshed into the blanket below her. Chilled feet pulled in towards her rear as she groaned into the comfort. It was reciprocated by a loud moo made below her. She grumbled to the cow below, letting off another noisy sound to wake her. But just as she thought to heave herself up, she hear the barn door open. Scotch let them swing to the world as a few made their way out. A swish and a flop, the cows were fed, the pigs were fine and he turned to leave.<br/>'At least he knows not to bother me.' she thought. With another lethargic eye rub, she stretched out, arching her back and sat up. She lazily combed through her hair, plucking pieces of individual straw that lingered before clamping her hat and sliding down the ladder. It wasn't until after the cold gust whooshed over her bare legs she remembered her lack of pants. Still too irritated to care, she waved her hand away and made for the house - but not before the Morgan, Glaze erupted a loud whinny. Tequilla barely looked back at her with a bird in the air and a hat in her hand.<br/>Inside, Scotch was as the counter with his coffee, just then pouring a splash of his fresh 'Green' in the oversized mug. He watched her walk by, his eyes filled with amusement rather than lust, like most men would at a woman so fit. He sipped his coffee until she was out of site up and around the stairs, shaking his head with a smile. At the top of the stairs, she looked back and forth. It was a toss up - should she just go get in the shower and get back to her room naked, or go get clothes first?<br/>No thoughts. She went for the bathroom, stripping everything away before closing the door behind her. The shower started and she lathered herself in hot water. Considering how far they were, the amount of hot water was exceedingly generous. They could both take hour long showers, at the same time and still have enough left over to wash the dishes. Though it was evenly shared by a rather expensive water heater, she had opted for the single shower on the other side of the hall, as opposed to Scotch's room with the bathroom inside it. It was smaller and had no tub. She preferred the space.<br/>It took her a moment to run her hands through her hair, weeding out the tiny hay pieces that just wouldn't budge without some help. Shampoo, condition, her homemade face wash, a natural body scrub and she was about finished. As she ran the loofa over her toned skin, she closed her eyes and leaned against the cold wall. Almost pushing away she stopped - hot over her front and cold over her back. Something to bring her awake since Scotch took care of the chores this morning. He really was a dear friend to her. Who know's what she would have become, or might still be had he not helped her when he did. He was a good man - something rare to this world these days.<br/>Her head shook, clearing her mind as she stepped forward again, letting the water caress her skin and slide to the drain. Once clear, she turned the knob off and shook each foot before stepping onto the plush rug. A luscious cream towel hung on a hook outside the shower curtain next to a tattered pink rag-towel. She squeezed down her hair, draining the excess into the tub before ruffling it within the tattered pink cloth. Wiping out her ears, she tossed it over her shoulder, shimmying the cream one along her back. A quick dab under her breasts and she opened the door, letting it hang long ways dow the front of her body, but not wrapped. She noticed the string of clothes she left down the hall were piled by the door, courtesy of Scotch. She caught him just as he was at the bottom of the stairs, when he turned and looked up at her, dabbing her chest dry.<br/>"Feeling any better?" He asked sincerely.<br/>"Yeah, a bit. Thanks."<br/>"Do you want breakfast?"<br/>"Please."<br/>He nodded and continued on, but always stopped for just a second to watch the way her bum had the slightest jiggle to it. He enjoyed teasing her about it - to which she returned the favor. In her room, she sat on her bed, the cream towel beside her as she continued with the pink one. The sun was now seen, glowing yellow instead of the pale blue like when she awoke. Time was being wasted though. She hopped up and gathered something to wear. A dark red bra, black lace, cheeky panties, and white, grey-toe socks to begin. You wouldn't think her so - chic, or high maintenance when it came to lingerie, but there she was, with a rather extensive collection.<br/>She topped it off with a loose fitting pair of olive cargo pants and a light tan, cropped vest with a single zipper and four pockets. She even raised the draw-string hood around her quickly drying hair. With a hair band around her wrist, she hopped down the stairs, quick to lose her hood by the time she reached the counter. She swung around the edge with a sip of his coffee and a bit of the toast he prepared. Sweeping her hands together, she pulled the orange juice and took a swig, depositing it back in the refrigerator door and shoveled her eggs in her mouth.<br/>"Are you going now?" he chimed.<br/>"Yeah, I need to find it ASAP." she muffled through sausage eggs.<br/>She snatched up the keys and tucked her phone in her back pocket, heading for the door.<br/>"Oh, and can you get to calling the credit card company in case we're still in luck?"<br/>He sighed with a small through of his hands as she went to speed out the door.