Working Stiff
Driving for hours across the high plains always makes me horny. My mind drifts much like the winds rippling across the miles of wheat fields. Thinking about the nubile young virgin in the next town just waiting for me to sweep her up and take her to the promised land. Happens all the time… in my imagination. So that was my state of mind when I rolled into the tiny hamlet of Youngfield. I had left the city early in the morning in order to arrive early enough to get in a few hours of consulting...