Ben thought for a moment and remembered his good friend Stan Bradley. He was a good friend and lived on his parents farm. Even though he'd had enough of a scare today which might have left him a piece of property on a farm, it seemed somehow the right place to restart his life.
Running like the devil was coming up behind him he dashed acorss fields, jumped fence rows, and dodged cars and people till he at last came to the Bradley Farm.
Ben went to the house first, late as it was he hoped Stan would be at home.
No luck, the family car was out of the garage, and a note was left for the milkman not to leave any milk till Thursday next.
Ben was sad, he turned and look about for a place to stay, to be out of the weather and warm. At last with no other offering he walked into the barn and curled up in a pile of hay.
The morning warmth of a bright Mr. Sun shinning through the slits in that barn's siding made Ben wake up.
Now hungry as a Donkey might be, he searched the barn for anything to stop his tummy from growling. As he had his head stuck into the grain bin he felt a warm and sensual lick travel up his naked hairy rear.
Ben jumped up straight and turning saw to his delight and dismay a Jennette Donkey. She stood there oggling Ben as he her. A chain about her neck offered Ben some real troubles, it read "JOY".
Joy reached out again and this time lapped a slick slurp of Ben's donkey sheath. Who would or could say which turned him on more to the Jennette, her licking, or his male Jack Donkey instincts.
The need for food was quickly replaced by a more original need, sex!