For the entire one hundred and forty mile trip Rosalie rode with her head stuck out of the passenger side window of Peg's truck. This wasn't because she enjoyed being pelted by bugs, but rather because her horns made fitting inside the cab an impossibility. Rosalie had to shout at the top of her lungs to be heard over the wind and road noise, not to mention Peg's blaring music. "YOU SHOULD GET A CONVERTIBLE- THIS IS RIDICULOUS!"
"IT'D HAVE TO HAVE A BENCH LIKE MY PICKUP. NO WAY YOU'RE SQUEEZING THAT ASS OF YOURS INTO A BUCKET SEAT."
Well, she walked right into that one. Rather than try to think of (and then yell) a witty retort, Rosalie gave Peg a playful hip-bump.
"OH NO- WE'VE BEEN SIDESWIPED BY SOME SORT OF BUS!" She jerked the wheel, swerving into the wake-up strip along the shoulder of the highway.
Rosalie just rolled her eyes and smiled. There was no way she'd let her friend's teasing damage her good mood on this exceptionally fine day. Farmland and pasture stretched to the horizon, interrupted only by the narrow black ribbon of asphalt spooled out ahead of them. They took an exit onto a gravel road, and after driving a few more miles, parked in a lot outside a sprawling ranch.
This was it- the Non-Commercial Dairy Cowgirl Retreat! A whole week away from the city, spent with old friends. Rosalie got out of the truck and massaged her sore neck. When she saw Peg came around to her side of the vehicle holding a camera she said, "How do you like my hair? I was going for the wind tousled look."
"Fabulous, darling. Smile!"
"Wait, hold on a sec." Rosalie dug around the bed of the pickup and found a coil of rope to go with her outfit. Then she put a blade of grass in her mouth as a finishing touch. She turned away from the camera and looked back. "Make sure to get my good side!"
While the picture is great, and well done, and I hate to say it, I've never understood the liking for cowgirls/catgirls/the like. It's always seemed strange to me.
@Heathen: Though I don't wanna seem like I'm putting words in his mouth, it's just a fetish/interest of Woot's, obviously shared by the majority of his fans judging by the comments. Plus it's a frequent staple of anime and hentai etc. Nobody should judge you for not sharing the interest. 8)
Woot have you ever thought of doing a cowgirl sequence? I have this idea where a girl has this accident which cause her to go from a shrimpy girl to huge cowgirl. Throughout the story the boyfriend has to deal with whats happening to her. Isn't that a great idea?
"IT'D HAVE TO HAVE A BENCH LIKE MY PICKUP. NO WAY YOU'RE SQUEEZING THAT ASS OF YOURS INTO A BUCKET SEAT."
Well, she walked right into that one. Rather than try to think of (and then yell) a witty retort, Rosalie gave Peg a playful hip-bump.
"OH NO- WE'VE BEEN SIDESWIPED BY SOME SORT OF BUS!" She jerked the wheel, swerving into the wake-up strip along the shoulder of the highway.
Rosalie just rolled her eyes and smiled. There was no way she'd let her friend's teasing damage her good mood on this exceptionally fine day. Farmland and pasture stretched to the horizon, interrupted only by the narrow black ribbon of asphalt spooled out ahead of them. They took an exit onto a gravel road, and after driving a few more miles, parked in a lot outside a sprawling ranch.
This was it- the Non-Commercial Dairy Cowgirl Retreat! A whole week away from the city, spent with old friends. Rosalie got out of the truck and massaged her sore neck. When she saw Peg came around to her side of the vehicle holding a camera she said, "How do you like my hair? I was going for the wind tousled look."
"Fabulous, darling. Smile!"
"Wait, hold on a sec." Rosalie dug around the bed of the pickup and found a coil of rope to go with her outfit. Then she put a blade of grass in her mouth as a finishing touch. She turned away from the camera and looked back. "Make sure to get my good side!"