<strong>Character:</strong>Virgil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Partner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The lawn outside the cafe<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lizbeth, Danica, Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Welcome to the Ranch Barbecue<br/><br/>As Lizbeth arrived, he stepped over and wrapped one arm calmly around her waist as he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. He had long since learned to take baby steps with residents unless they showed they were ready sooner. While most were decidedly unsure about what exactly they were doing and why they were here, having second thoughts and all that. There were those odd clients who made no compunctions about what they wanted and where.<br/><br/>“Welcome, Lizbeth. I trust that your quarters are comfortable enough and your bath was relaxing.” stated Virgil as he guided her over to the table at which his wife sat taking in the area itself, keeping an eye on everything to make sure she wasn't needed elsewhere. He did see her shift her gaze to him and Lizbeth more than once.<br/><br/>His relationship was one many men would kill for. Until they realized it wasn't completely about the sex. Sure, he got to enjoy many different ladies, sometimes those moments even included his wife. But she owned his heart. If he had to choose between Danica and the hottest runway model or pornstar, he'd choose Danica hands down without a thought. And he had no doubt that she felt the same about him. It was the only way this arrangement could work.<br/><br/>He was also the only stud on the farm that would not stay the night with a client. Oh he could catch a cat nap, enjoy some pillow talk, but at the end of the day, he slept with Danica. There had only ever been one exception to that. And he had learned of it by accident when he'd accidentally broken the rule when he passed out in Adriana's bed and slept until nearly dawn.<br/><br/>Inviting Lizbeth to sit, he gathered her long brown hair and shifted it over her left shoulder so he could massage her neck and shoulders. He was very good at it, having gone to school for massage therapy, but his own plans had been derailed when his parents had died. He started with the neck, working the muscles to either side of her spine, moving up until he was at the base of her skull before he started moving back down. He made sure that his hands stayed strictly on her shoulders and neck. He made no overtures towards her breasts.<br/><br/>“So, what brings you to our establishment Lizbeth, besides the obvious. Everyone has their own story to tell and sometimes it helps to tell it. You don't have to tell us anything if you don't like, but getting to know my clients helps.”