<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/4880d791e99a48e5f732218aa99d40ee/tumblr_n3fr3ewGxp1tsqqhco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Raina<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 21st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><br/><br/>"Yes mom I got it, I will get back in touch with you when I get back from my vacation. Love you, bye." Raina hung up and placed the phone back in her purse. Leave it to her mother to make a mountain out of mole hill, or however that saying goes. She was nervous about this week, excited and nervous. In her mind there were so many things that could go side ways. Those self improvement books she had been reading were a big help, always remain positive. That's right remain positive. She repeated this affirmation in her head all the way to the ranch. The bus ride was nice, though she felt the shaded windows were a little 'shady'. A lot had been discussed before her arrival.<br/><br/>It wasn't till she got off the bus that her heart almost jumped out of her throat. "Holy sh-" bitting her bottom lip to keep silent as the guest entered the corral, she couldn't help but eye everywhere. This was truly an experience to tell the grandchildren about. Speaking of why she was here people thought 24 was a young age to want children, but Rain had all her business and finances together. She wanted to be an older woman with a child out of the house and not an older woman raising a child. Early retirement looked real good. She had not speciified the type of donor that she wanted because   she didn't care about his heritage. If he was healthy, looked good and tasted just right she was perfectly fine with it.<br/><br/>She sported a red tank top and blue jeans with white tennis shoes and a white cap.  The whole midwest guy thing was cute, but she was a city girl. No one would ever guess this kind of thing would be her niche. She heard the other ladies talking behind her and moved closer up towards the front. She took note of their hosts and their accompanying studs which left her very impressed. How they hell  was she supposed to chose with all these options??? All  of them were gorgeous.  The one called Virgil was the owner, well part owner. In person he was definitely a looker. Crossing her arms over her chest she made a small attempt to focus on his words before her eyes traveled along the contours of his mucles. Her thoughts elsewhere, his wife was a lucky woman.<br/><br/>Shifting her weight to one side she arched a curious brow about the mention of an exam and fertility treatments. She had gotten off the pill two months ago and always went to her annual exams. She didn't mind the examination, but she felt paperwork should have answered any of her questions regarding her fertility from her own doctor. Speaking of doctor, she wondered if any of these gentlemen indulged in roleplaying.