She looked to the bales of hay that he pointed out, and began to regret her decision to come out here. She had never been on an actual<em>farm</em>before; Holly had assumed she would be helping out with something that didn't involve picking up huge, scratchy bales of hay. But she just nodded, looking grimly at the task ahead of her, and then tried to pick one up. At first she grabbed it by the metal wire that held the block together, and that hurt her hands. She only got the bale a foot off the air before she dropped it again.<br/><br/>"I've never done this before," she admitted with a grin, trying to play off her inexperience and lack of enthusiasm. Fuck, no wonder Mark didn't want to come do this! She tried to pick it up again, cradling the big thing in her arms. The hay scratched her and she felt her allergies wake up, but she gave a mighty struggle anyways to carry the bale to the back of the truck and she set it on the gate. "Okay... How about I climb up there now? They're a little heavier than I would have thought," she confided. As a little persuasive measure, she leaned forward, as if rubbing her 'aching' back, and gave him a look at her cleavage through her tank-top. Before he could say yes or no, she climbed into the bed of the wagon, and began to push those two hay bales into the back, piling them on top of each other. "Keep 'em coming!" She declared. What a horrible mistake... She would be sneezing like a maniac in no time.