<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cQ5ZPB0.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th, 2006. 10:10 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Rusty Spur, huh? Sounds like somewhere you'd go if you wanted to get tetanus," Blaire joked. "But I'm down if you say it's cool." She squirmed her butt around a bit in the seat to get more comfortable while Clint broached the cowboy boots topic, not bothering to put on her seatbelt. She actually had a nice pair of cowboy boots that she'd bought recently and planned on showing off to Clint at some point in the near future, but she hadn't wanted to keep him waiting while she changed into them and an outfit that matched, since she clearly wasn't going to pair them up with the little black dress that she was wearing. His comment kind of had her regretting the decision now, but there was always next time. Or...<br/><br/>"Well, as a matter of fact, I do happen to have some. If we make it back after the bar, maybe I can model them for you," she punctuated the offer with an enticing smile. "Tell you what, if you can ride the bull longer than me, I'll let you pick out the rest of my outfit to go along with them..." Somehow, Blaire had a feeling that the rest of her outfit wouldn't amount to much if it came down to that, as it likely would since she'd never ridden anything other than a car, bike or a guy before, and Cowboy was probably a tenth level black-belt in rodeo (or something). But she still couldn't resist issuing the challenge. It seemed like they were almost always competing at something in some form or another, but to them it was like foreplay, and hours of foreplay usually led to some rather spectacular sex.