<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>Morning chores, prepping for the 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>Cheyenne<br/><br/>The day of a farmer or even a rancher started well before the false dawn, today started even earlier as both he and Cheyenne had to be in Town Proper for the orientation meeting. He had already gone through one Orientation, so he wasn’t expecting anything different from his first.<br/><br/>Blah, blah, blah, make babies, blah, blah, blah, make babies.<br/><br/>He’d been doing just that at his first Community, but he’d gotten caught between a few possessive ladies who seemed to think he belonged to them. Problem was that he had, and still did care about each of them in his own way. After all they were all carrying a very important part of him inside them. However, jealousy was not something easily put aside, even when you were talking about a couple hundred people in a semi-secluded area.<br/><br/>So the Mayor and the Midwife of his first community had arranged for him to move here and take a good chunk of his livestock with him. They even sent Cheyenne with him, however the current managerial system had given her a small cabin off to the side of his own, which he felt was a waste of resources and space. Given that he’d gladly take her to bed… and keep her there.<br/><br/>On the outside world before the Plague had hit, she’d have been something he’d have been quite content settling down with. It wasn’t often nowadays to find a woman who knew her way around a stable as well as he did, if not better. Of course, she had an ass that he just wanted to palm and squeeze whenever she bent over and he felt that she wasn’t looking.<br/><br/>She was a bit short, but then what she lacked in height she more than made up for in attitude around the ranch. Though he had to admit that he had a thing for shorter women.<br/><br/>He had just gotten done feeding all the animals. Had gotten most of the heffers milked and would have to get the rest done when he got back from Orientation. He still needed to get cleaned up. He checked his watch before he hurried over to Cheyenne’s little cabin and pounded on her front door, “Cheyenne, I’m leaving in 30 minutes whether you’re dressed or not.”<br/><br/>With that he hurried into his own house which was only moderately larger than Cheyenne’s but that was more the kitchen and dining room than anything else because he had to occasionally have company pertaining to the Ranch. He entered through the backdoor which opened into the house by the second bath, which was a small shower stall, toilet, sink and mirror. Quite the utilitarian feature given his work.<br/><br/>He stripped down and got cleaned up quickly and efficiently before changing into a clean change of clothes. Slipping on his ‘public’ boots, he pulled out a clean Stetson that he wore around in public before stepping outside. The crisp feel of new jeans felt odd, but he always kept a nice set of clothes that weren’t too fancy around for occasions like this. He had a suit, but the thing had seen use only three times since he’d bought it. Two weddings, and a funeral. He felt like a clown whenever he put it on.<br/><br/>With only 3 minutes until his imposed deadline, he pounded on Cheyenne’s door, “Come lazy bones, we gotta leave now or we’re gonna be late.”