[Rockinonahigh]

It all started when I went to Jackson Missippi for a rodeo,we met through friends but at the time both of us had to much to do and places to go to say much more than hi, nice meeting you.We bumped into eah other at a resturaunt with our circle of friends but sat in diffrent places so after a very late dinner I left heading back to shreveport she went to where ever she lived.I didnt see her for a while till I went to a gay rodeo a fue months later.AS luck would have it I was in the wash rack with hoseing off one of my young barrel horses who was being a bit goofy but she got washed anyway,hear I am soakeing wet,its hotter than hells kitchen so I just sat on the bumber of my horse trailer siping a cold beer trying not to think about anything at all the day was over and all I wanted was a shower then some sleep.The next thing I know I barely hear the swish of a rope then in a NY minit i'm hog tied feet and hands slamed against the trailer with her straddled of my legs slowly slideing up into my lap.AT this point i'm sitting there with a wicked look on my face when she said..you'r not packing baby boi..lete see what we can do about that! Lets say it was one hell of a night I wont hardly ever forget,we were quite an ithem that long hot summer.But as things go reality hits...she had to go back the her job as she was on summer vacation,I was commited to showing and training horses for several people.We stayed intouch for a while then things slowed down then stoped I never knew what happened to her but that was one summer was one hell of a good ride.