<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a2/24/c9/a224c9ad13a065259fa1c11faf9c8da4.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lizbeth Duval (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239063.msg11785535#msg11785535)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Client<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Pre-lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nerves...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ever since stepping on the bus, Lizbeth had been having doubts.  She blamed the butterflies who seemed to be having a wild rave in her stomach, which was making her feel mildly nauseated.  Suddenly, what she was doing, seemed<em>real</em>and it was fairly terrifying.  She was going to be vacationing on a ranch, which in and of its self was a huge departure for her, she'd never even been<em>around</em>a horse before, let alone ridden one.  But, on top of that, she was going to be sleeping with strange men in a deliberate attempt to get pregnant.<em>Am I out of my mind here?  Did losing Rebecca just send me straight off the deep end?  Oh...god...</em>She closed her eyes and took deep breaths on the trip to the ranch, trying to calm herself down and remind herself of why she was doing this in the first place.<em>This is important.  You're just letting your nerves get the better of you.</em><br/><br/>When the bus came to a stop and they debarked, she felt somewhat more calm, thankfully, though the quick glimpse of the grounds that she got on her way from the bus to the barn increased her stress a bit.  This was the country.  Like, cold beers, pickup trucks, banjos and pitchforks country.  She was a city girl, through and through, and she was pretty certain that they'd be able to tell right off.  Hell, she hadn't even owned any suitable clothing until after she'd arranged the trip.  All the stuff she'd bought from L.L. Bean was now neatly packed away in her suitcases with the tags still on it.<br/><br/>As she joined the other women in the barn, she absently twirled the end of her ponytail between the fingers of her right hand, unaware of what she was doing.  There was a reason she never played poker.  Her eyes wandered over the line-up of attractive men, feeling her already-thudding heart skip a beat.<em>Well, at least sleeping with them won't be a chore.  How do you even find this many men who look this good?</em>Her gaze trailed back to Virgil when he completed his speech and held up his arm, her teeth catching her lower lip with surprise as she realized the co-owner was also a potential partner.