"Of course, we need to get hay. Shall we?" Dukey questioned as he bent down and gently maneuvered Clara into a fireman's carry over his shoulders, and began to climb the ladder, surprisingly steady. He hadn't drank much of the wine, after all. He had drank enough, though.<br/><br/>At the top of the ladder, he set her down on the softest looking pile of hay in the loft, and seated himself next to her, playing with her hair as he gazed into her eyes. He casually stated, "I knew there was something special about you, from the moment I saw you." He began to unbutton and unzip his, or rather Mr. Klutz's, jeans and slide them down off his legs, revealing his long manhood to her, with a smile, and returned his hand to the side of her face, and continued down from her hair, along her shoulder, squeezing gently, and down her arm, taking her hand in his. "It's okay," he said reassuringly, "Perfectly natural..." And he nibbled her earlobe.