Clara had never been kissed like Dukey kissed her just now. The closest she ever got was when Barney the Bull licked her face with his gooey tongue, when he was a calf. She felt a different kind of feeling in her stomach, like a gazillion butterflies just took to flight.<br/><br/>She leaned against the wall, while Dukey hurriedly fed the stock, avoiding Piranha's teeth. Bruce that dumb jackass was still humping the old mare. He never quit until Piranha kicked at him when she had enough. Clara giggled, then saw Dukey coming back. There was a look in his eyes she never saw before.<br/><br/>Before she could say anything, he said, “Where were we?”. Dukey pulled her into his arms and they floated it seemed across the barn floor. His lips never left hers, his hands causing tremors across and down, she felt his hands on her bare skin. Her back touched the ladder, and she pulled away. “Dukey, stop, we need to go up and get hay.” Clara saw that look again, and wondered what he was thinking. Her body now alive with new sensations. She could barely climb the ladder, her hands were shaking.