<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/dd/06/b2/dd06b2e69910baed46604db4e305d191.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Alec McCollins<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ranch Hand<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 31st before lunch<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tending to the ranch<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eva Hargrove<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Meeting new people and all that stuff<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The questions began. The usual questions, was this place really about what they were told, how did things work around here. He laughed a bit, having answered them numerous times before. "First off, yes, this place is really is what you have been told. It is a horse ranch first and foremost, however the owners also offer a breeding service so to speak. "He cringed a bit at the words. Sometimes it felt little more like prostitution to him, even if it was for a good cause. Well, mostly good, some of the women that came here probably had no right with child.<br/><br/>"It is not a joke, though I could see how someone could think that at first. I mean, it does sound odd that a place offers a human breeding service so to speak." He laughed a bit at the comment before hearing her next words. It wasn't surprising in the least. There was always one or two who started having second thoughts when they arrived. "Don't worry lass. No one is holding you to have to do anything you don't want to do. It is always harder for married women it seems."<br/><br/>He nodded. "Sorry, I noticed the ring earlier. I wasn't going to say anything to offend you."