The owner of the pickup truck turned out to be an impressively big stallion lad named Chase. I swear to heaven, I've seen him somewhere before. Either way, my genius plan worked. Before I could wipe the semen off my face, I was in a pickup truck with a happy lookin' farmer.

I can’t say that the trip was comfortable - his truck was a total wreck. The car was shaking, the cabin was hot and smelled of gasoline, and Chase shamelessly stared at my *****. Wait a minute! Why am I in my underwear again? Where did my angelic toga go? Well, of course, my "blessing" subscription expired at the most inconvenient moment. I shouldn't have done business with an angel, especially when that angel is Bucky. Grrr!

Chase, with a smile, suggested that I put on the clothes that he conveniently had with him in his pickup. But for that, I'll have to put my ass to work and roleplay as his cowgirl... And I'll have to do the accent. I'll die of cringe.