Why I can’t seem to keep it together in her presence is ridiculous. She’s just a hot little cunt parading around in front of me, that’s all it is. We finish up the day separately, I leave her to the barn, and I deal with other crap on my list that needs my attention. My evening check-in with the roading crew by radio lets me know the road is cleared nearly halfway up the mountain, and the team should be done all the way to the ranch within the week.
