<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virgil Matthews<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Arriving at Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cowboy boots, blue jeans, a black white beater, plaid short sleeve button up left open, with a black Stetson<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Virgil took off his Stetson as he crossed the threshold of the building. Any country boy worth his boots would know better than to have it on inside. He noticed immediately that the large man with the white Stetson did the same as he entered. To Virgil’s immediate approval.<br/><br/>He sat near enough to Cheyenne to where she knew he wasn’t far, but close enough that if she needed him he would be there.<br/><br/>He looked around at the others in the room and recognized the handiwork of The Community at large. No one was overweight. Some of the ladies might be curvier than others, but none of them were noticeably overweight. And it all came down to the regulated diets that were instituted by the Community. Which were nutritious, tasty, and easy enough to cook. At his last community he had learned that obese women were 43% less likely to conceive. Obese men had a 22% reduction in sperm concentration and a 24% lower sperm count.<br/><br/>Being a businessman that lives by the numbers, where fertility is everything, he understood why The Community wanted healthy candidates and would work to make unhealthy individuals who were fertile healthy again.<br/><br/>He saw several women that he wouldn’t mind having laid out on his bedding screaming in orgasmic joy at being underneath him and what he was doing to them.<br/><br/>The midwife was something he liked seeing in the raw, the mayor… not so much. However, he was fairly certain that the ladies felt the reverse. Their speeches were pretty much the same as at his last community. Blah, blah, blah, make babies, blah, blah, blah, make babies.<br/><br/>Once the Mayor finished, Virgil raised his hand and stood, “The Community has been gracious enough to give me about fifty acres of land on the border of the Community for my business and as I’m running at only about 15% of normal, I have plenty of land that’s not being used at the moment. As such, I’d like to offer up my ranch as a place for a get together tomorrow night. Give people a chance to mingle and get to know one another at their own leisure.”<br/><br/>Nodding to the Midwife, he said, “I can coordinate with the Midwife as to appropriate food and drink for the party. Though, I’ll need a couple extra hands to run some fencing. The fence around the northwest field looks like someone cut some of the barbed wire and I’ll need to run more. However it’s not just that section of fencing, there’s about a quarter of a mile of fencing that just needs to be replaced as a whole.”<br/><br/>“About the only rule I’d have is if the mood strikes a couple, stay out of the white barn. The red barns are fine.” That was where he had the fillies and their mares as well as a couple of stallions that hadn’t been broken to the saddle yet. He didn’t need or want to have to go chasing off after them in the dead of night if someone opened the wrong gate and left it open.<br/>