Once a year Duke travels cross country in search of a good time. Far removed from the bright lights of the cities, he finds what he is craving…hot cowgirls to quench his thirst and sate his hunger. This year he meets Cyn, a sweet looking woman, but a woman who may get him run out of town if he is not careful.
A young woman boldly walked over and sat down next to him, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to provide Duke a clear view of what she had to offer. She had plenty, he had to admit, but she was not his type. Duke had found what he wanted tonight within seconds of walking through the door.
“How ‘bout a dance, cowboy?” the woman asked.
Duke put his bottle of beer to his lips. After he took a drink, his beer wetted lips made the woman want him even more. “No thanks.”
“Are you sure, cowboy?”
“I’m sure,” he said, and took another drink.
Duke smiled to himself. He set his empty beer bottle down and walked slowly toward the back of the bar where couples were dancing. He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, glancing occasionally at the woman he had chosen for tonight’s awakening. He would definitely awaken the young cowgirl. He always did. The cowboy hat he kept in his truck on his annual cross country trek was the perfect way to disguise his cruising of the young filly. His chosen cowgirl was dancing with the man she thought she was going home with tonight. But that was about to change.