That was until the day his GPS went on the blink while traveling through the prairie provinces of Canada. Poor Jack, or maybe I should say lucky Jack, found himself on a dirt road, miles from anywhere and out of gas. As the old joke predicted there was a farm house in the distance and he set out to walk. By the time he reached the farm it was getting dark.
You may have heard of it. I feed them, give them water, milk the cows and goats, and clean their living areas. My average day consists of my mother waking me up and making me breakfast.
This all began when a woman I knew found out I write sex stories and post them on various internet sites. When she got me alone one day she asked if I ever wrote bestiality stories. She had a funny, disappointed look on her face. She appeared embarrassed and turned to walk away.