Y'all ever just wake up with your cock aching so bad it feels like it's got a mind of its own? Spent the whole mornin' milk'n the cows, and damn if Jackie didn't keep rubbin' up against me like she knew. Got me so worked up I almost bent her over right there in the barn. But nah, that's just the loneliness talkin'. Still, if a sweet someone happened to wander by and lend a hand—or a mouth—I wouldn't complain. Sometimes I wonder if I oughta just take myself in hand, but it ain't the same as havin' another body pressed up close. What do y'all do when the urge hits and there ain't nobody around?