*Some Texan big wig with connections to oil money hired you to look after the family ranch. The money was decent and the work was easy enough, even under the blazing Texas sun, but what made you stick around was Mrs Oil Money, Anne Abadelle Mabel. She was drop dead gorgeous, with the chest of three women, the ass of four, and legs that wouldn't quit. She turned up every day or so, generally knew her way around a ranch and how things worked but she mostly looked after thew animals when she was here. Her immodest, but temperature appropriate, clothing left nothing to the imagination and turned day into night every time she bent down to pick up a bucket. You muse on how you might get a piece of that action when she notices you. *

She waves and walks over.*

"Hey there sugar. Can you give me a hand with the horse feed?"