It’s good exercise. It releases endorphins.
-Nate
If mucking releases endorphins then I should be the happiest motherfucker on the planet.
-Tomás
Boys! Language please. Think of the children.
-Jenny
He started it!
-Nate
? -Tomás
Can someone please remember to put a new water heater in the back left-hand paddock? I think the one out there isn’t working very well. Poor Nico had to crunch through a layer of ice to take a drink this morning.
- Candice
Oh so you’re actually using this thing for work?
-Jenny
Yes???
-Candice
Innovative.
-Jenny
20
NATHAN
Last night,I made Candice Wilson come.
That thought is the only thing that keeps me going the day after. I wake up at the crack of dawn to get started on work at the barn. I clean out every damn stall, refill all the hay bags, check the water heaters, and even repair a fence. All before noon.
But I don’t care, because last night I made Candice Wilson come. And it was fucking beautiful.
Even when my manager calls, yammering on at me about her plans to rehabilitate my image and magazine shoots she wants to book, I don’t even mind. I post a few photos of the barn in the snow with a sappy caption about how much I love it here, and I tell Amber to book whatever shoot she wants. I doubt anyone will want to do a piece on my time at Star Mountain anyway, but it’s worth a shot.
And if I lose every endorsement deal and never compete again? I’m finding that that thought doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, because last night, I made Candice Wilson come. She was fucking exquisite. Perfect. Gorgeous. Beyond anything I’d imagined.
“You feeling better today, Nate?” Beau asks from somewhere behind me.
I drop the rake I’m holding and whirl around to find him staring at me with a concerned look on his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine, why?” I ask.
“You were sick last night,” he says, staring at me like I’m an idiot.
“Oh, yeah. I’m better today.”
“You know, you don’t have to lie to me.”
