<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Bailey<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Please me, don't tease me!<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black summer dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/>“Awww”, she fretted as he helped her down from the truck, “sounds more like you’re planning on torturing me, not teasing me!” she came back at him, giving a little pouty face, followed by a teasing wink.<br/><br/>Heading back to her cabin with groceries in hand, she glanced back over her shoulder to watch Virgil as he disappeared behind the door and into his own place.<em>Damn if he didn't look fine from behind, too!</em>Parts of her body were still tingly from their little make-out session there on the hood of his truck.  She literally had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from begging him to take her right then and there.  The way he touched her and kissed her left her burning and aching for more… more of<em>him</em>.  Cheyenne wanted to feel everything he offered to give and then some.  But she held herself in check and kept those thoughts to herself, not wanting to make a complete fool of herself.<br/><br/>Looking through her closet later than afternoon, she selected a light, flowery summer dress that met at least one of his specifications, that of being “short”.  Hearing Virgil call after her, she hurriedly slipped her feet into a pair of black and tan cowgirl boots (http://www.westernboots.me/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/cheap_cowboy_boots_under_50_dollars.jpg) and stopped in front of an oval mirror long enough to run her fingers through her long, blonde tresses.<br/><br/>Slinging her black veterinary bag over one shoulder, she shot out the door and headed on down to the stables.   Her favorite mare, the majestic Calypso, was about to have her first unromantic interlude with the beautiful and powerful stallion,  Gunsmoke.  She walked over to the box stall and began stroking the mare’s neck.<br/><br/>“Everything’s gonna be all right, darlin’”, she assured the horse, her voice soft and comforting.  “you’ll see.”  Cheyenne reached for a comb as she made her way to the back of the horse.  Before wrapping her tail, she would need to gently remove any knots and debris.  Virgil was nowhere to be found, and she just assumed he was out gathering up the stallion.<em>“He’s probably showing Gunsmoke some horse porn to help get him in the mood”, </em>she thought to herself,  letting loose a little gigglesnort.<br/>