It had been a long time since Clarice had been laid, and she wasn't entirely sure she remembered how to go about picking up a man. But Taylor had jacked up her sex drive to something that a quick masturbation session couldn't satisfy. But there wasn't a man on the farm!
"Uh, Clarice?" asked Donna. "There's a delivery here, the guy needs you to sign for it."
Clarice hurried to the door and saw a young muscular, brown-skinned man with a delivery for the farm. "I just need you to sign for this, ma'am, and then I'm done for the day." His eyes lingered on her. "Why don't you come in?" she asked. No wedding ring, she noticed. "What's your name?" she asked. "Rodrigo, Ma'am." Clarice signed the manifest.
"Well, Rodrigo, how would you like to help me out of these itchy clothes and into a nice clean bed?"
"Ma'am" he began. "Call me Clarice." "Clarice, that would be just about the nicest offer anyone's made me this whole day." He was already unbuttoning her blouse with surprising deftness.
Afterwards, Clarice thought this was shaping up to be the best birthday she'd had in a long time. "Thank you Taylor" she whispered, so as not to wake up the exhausted man next to her.