I work on a cattle ranch here in Texas, and like the other guys, I look forward to Saturday nights, when I can go into town and let off a little steam. We like to hang at one particular place because the guy who owns it puts up with our rowdiness. Naturally, there’s a lot of drinking, but what most of the guys are hoping for is a local chick they can lay. I’ve bedded my share of horny gals, but last Saturday night I got real lucky.

I had never seen the gal in the bar before, and as we danced I was intrigued by her lack of response to personal questions. She wouldn’t even tell me her name! She would just tilt her head back, her dark eyes sparkling, smile and cuddle closer. I knew there was dynamite in this cute little number. If I could just light her fuse. I was about to suggest that we step outside for... Read More