The Methuselah Gene
““A pair of horses would be nice,” Julie noted. “Saddles or not.”
“I’d ride a cow, if there was a normal one somewhere,” I told her, truthfully. “Or a bucking bull, all the way to Macksburg or Atlantic or wherever.”
“Not a hog?”
I gave her a cautionary askance look, then eyed one of the straw bales. “I really need to rest. Right there would be nice, too, don’t you think?”
“We shouldn’t,” Julie replied, but her response was halfhearted.
“We have to. Or rather I do.”
W...e climbed over the fence with some difficulty, but I was determined after her mentioning of hogs again. Julie tore the fabric of her jeans in the process, and an eye-sized patch of skin soon winked from her upper thigh as the pulled flap fluttered. I made for the low bales of straw, judged their dryness and firmness, then fell back onto them as though they comprised a feather bed. The feeling of relief was without peer. The sweet scent of the hay and surrounding grass was as fragrant as any perfume, and the sun against my closed eyelids felt like the layering of warm, pink orchid petals at a desert health spa.MoreLess
“I’d ride a cow, if there was a normal one somewhere,” I told her, truthfully. “Or a bucking bull, all the way to Macksburg or Atlantic or wherever.”
“Not a hog?”
I gave her a cautionary askance look, then eyed one of the straw bales. “I really need to rest. Right there would be nice, too, don’t you think?”
“We shouldn’t,” Julie replied, but her response was halfhearted.
“We have to. Or rather I do.”
W...e climbed over the fence with some difficulty, but I was determined after her mentioning of hogs again. Julie tore the fabric of her jeans in the process, and an eye-sized patch of skin soon winked from her upper thigh as the pulled flap fluttered. I made for the low bales of straw, judged their dryness and firmness, then fell back onto them as though they comprised a feather bed. The feeling of relief was without peer. The sweet scent of the hay and surrounding grass was as fragrant as any perfume, and the sun against my closed eyelids felt like the layering of warm, pink orchid petals at a desert health spa.MoreLess
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