<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/39/d5/0539d594001e871d53c6ee4f755ba0dd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Bailey<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>En route to orientation.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black knit dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/>Just as she started for the awaiting car, she felt an arm gently encircle her waist as Virgil pulled her back towards him.   His close proximity brought a noticeable flood of warmth through her entire being, overloading her senses and rendering her speechless for a moment or two.  Her cheeks had turned to an even darker shade of pink with his compliment.<br/><br/>Although she hadn’t been privy to any previous transportation arrangements, she certainly didn’t mind the sudden change of plans.  Taking his arm, she followed the handsome cowboy to his truck and hopped in, giving him a little appraising grin when he demonstrated his chivalry by opening the door and removing his hat, waiting patiently for her to get situated.<br/><br/>After he put the truck in gear and they started the short drive over to the auditorium, Virgil turned to her and spoke in a confident, and yet almost a sympathetic tone of voice.  He admitted to her that he already knew she had signed up for the “Fertile Myrtle” Marathon , but he was also offering up his protection (of sorts), particularly if she felt that she was being pressured by any of the other men.  Her first thought was along the lines of “Awww, how sweet!”, he’s going to be the “big brother” who watches over his “little sister” type, making certain no harm comes to her.  But that analogy quickly flew out the window when she heard his follow-up comment:<br/><br/><em>“I’d like to put myself to the forefront of that line when you’re ready.”<br/></em><br/>She turned to look at him, her jaw dropped open, followed by a nervous little laugh.<br/><br/>“You’re calling<em>dibs?”</em><br/><br/>She began fidgeting in her seat as she nervously wrung her hands in her lap.<br/><br/>“Is that how it works?  I mean, I honestly had no idea we could “pick and choose” our baby daddies!”<br/><br/>By this time, she wasn’t even waiting for Virgil to answer any of her questions.  She was pretty much rambling, finding herself once again second-guessing her decision to do any of this.<br/><br/>“So, you're telling me, I get to decide on who will or will not impregnate me?  I just assumed all of that was predetermined by the Mayor, or some other government official.  Wow…”, her voice trailed off as she anxiously started rubbing her forehead, her head spinning with the realization that this was really happening.<br/><br/>Of the all the scenario’s that had played out in her head, she hadn’t once entertained the idea that her own boss, Virgil Matthews, might father one of her children.  But why not?  She knew he had impregnated several women in the previous community they had lived in.  Why would he not be thrown into the mix as far as she was concerned?  And it wasn't that she was appalled at the idea of sharing a bed with Virgil, it was just a bit...<em>intimidating</em>?<br/><br/>"Virgil?", her voice had softened, her eyes cast down and unable to look at him as she spoke, "...I have never been with a man".