Carissa could only blink and follow behind as the ever-enthusiastic Charlie swept up her hat, set it on her head, and led the way to the door.   The air and the sunlight outside felt good on Carissa's skin, but a moment later she was wincing as Charlie's whistle pierced the air, inviting one and all to gather!  The poor girl groaned inwardly, and made herself busy smoothing her skirt with her hands. She was beginning to get the unsettling feeling that this 'picnic' was no ordinary picnic... and that she herself was likely to be the main course.<br/><br/>It was a suspicion confirmed as suddenly the petite woman pressed herself against Carissa's womanly form and licked her cheek, eliciting a small shiver from the taller girl.  Carissa wasn't exactly feeling confident right at the moment, yet not all of those butterflies fluttering about in her stomach were from nervousness.  There was also determination, and a growing curious excitement as well!  She fidgeted a little in Charlie's grasp and shook her head.  "No preference, I mean, I don't know what sort of herd you have..  I guess whatever you think best."  It was probably a very bad idea, giving this particular 'boss' such leeway, but Carissa was too flustered at the moment to think straight.  After a moment, she quietly whispers, "It..... it's not going to be<i>just</i>me and your umm herd for this, is it?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>