<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>Getting ready for orientation.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black knit dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/>Cheyenne’s blonde head snapped in the direction of the doorway when she heard Virgil’s abrupt warning, giving a little exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes as she muttered under her breath, “Seriously?”<br/><br/>Virgil was a rake, albeit a charming and handsome one, but a rake nonetheless.  But regardless of his philandering ways, the two of them had a good working relationship, and she enjoyed helping him around the ranch, taking care of his cattle and horses.  Having a boss who looked like Virgil was an added bonus, and she would be lying if she ever said she didn’t ogle the cowboy from time to time.  No doubt, there were plenty of women who tried to pin him down, but he wasn’t exactly white-picket-fence material.  Women were a form of entertainment for the cowboy.<br/><br/>Standing in front of the mirror over her bathroom sink, she gave her lashes a few quick strokes of mascara.   Virgil really had no need to worry that she’d be ready on time.   Cheyenne had been up for hours, finding it impossible to get much sleep due to her nerves being on edge and worrying about going through with the arrangement she had made with the Mayor.  It all felt surreal:  She would soon become a surrogate mother, giving up her own womb to replenish civilization after the plague had left so many others unfertile and unable to reproduce.<br/><br/>The inexperienced cowgirl was still a virgin, vowing early on in her young life to remain celibate until her wedding day.  She’d never had intimate relations with any man, not even her ex fiancé who, although seemingly supportive and agreeable  to not have premarital sex, found himself caught up in an affair with one of her best friends, Dorsey Myers. Kicking him (and her) to the curb only a few weeks prior, she slung a duffle bag over her shoulder and followed her boss across three states to continue working for him as a vet tech, as well as to become one of their newest baby making machines.  Cheyenne always wanted to do something with purpose and make a difference in the world, but being mounted by different men and having their baby batter emptied into her fertile, young body perhaps wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.  Still, she was determined to follow through with her decision.<br/><em><br/>“Come lazy bones, we gotta leave now or we’re gonna be late.”<br/></em><br/>Wearing a simple, black knit dress that clung to every curve, she opened the door and smiled.<br/><br/><em>"Damn!  He looks good", </em>she thought to herself as she gave him a quick once-over, noting the way his Stetson dipped over his sexy blue eyes and his starched Wranglers fit him like a well-worn glove.<br/><br/>Stepping past him, she gently brushed against his arm as she made her way to the unmarked government car awaiting them.  She turned around just before getting into the vehicle.<br/><br/>“If you’re waiting on me, you’re backing up, cowboy!”<br/><br/>