Chapter 10
Rocky stroked Dan to climax. Dan had never cum four times in less than twelve hours before in his life. After Rocky had cum as well, he turned Dan around to face him and kissed Dan so tenderly Dan felt he could die right then and he’d be a happy man.
Rocky turned off the shower and pulled off the condom he’d worn. “Sometime soon, maybe we won’t have to use one of these. I don’t want anything to separate us, not even this thin layer of rubber.”
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Dan signaled a turn as he approached his exit. He was grateful he hadn’t received an emergency call. If he’d had to come home, get his truck, and then drive a distance to a sick horse…well, it wouldn’t be good.
He smiled as he approached his house. Maybe he’ll call tonight. He asked for my number and I gave him my card with my cell, Dan mused. He wished now he’d gotten Rocky’s number. His euphoric state of mind hadn’t left him thinking clearly when they’d said goodbye. Hmm, I don’t even know his last name.
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But Rocky didn’t call that day, or the next, or the next. Dan regretted even more that he’d not thought to get Rocky’s phone number or, at least, his last name. He couldn’t very well call directory assistance and ask for the number for Roscoe. Even though it wasn’t a common name, they’d never just go with Roscoe in a search.
Dan recalled that at the bar, just after meeting Rocky, an older man named Warren and someone called Wesley had approached Rocky. Both were concerned Rocky hadn’t called them. Dan tried not to think that Rocky hadn’t called because he’d lost interest, which seemed to be the case with Warren and Wesley. No, what Dan and Rocky had shared was too special. Rocky had said so himself. It had to be something else, like he’d lost Dan’s card, or Rocky was busy, or…no, not that something had happened to him. Dan wouldn’t let himself go there.
Dan tried not to let his agitation at not hearing from Rocky show at home with Julee or at work. No one knew that this wonderful thing had happened to him that weekend, and he wasn’t ready to come out and explain it. The only ones he’d shared his news with were Lad and Lady. “So, guys, if we’re lucky maybe soon you’ll have a new friend. I think you’ll really like him. I sure do.”
However, Rose in the office at All Creatures seemed to sense something was up. “You coming down with something?” she asked one morning as Dan came in to get his schedule of farm calls for the day.
Dan raised his head from looking over the schedule she’d given him. “No, why?”
“I don’t know. You just seem off somehow? Not quite like yourself.”
Dan immediately went into I don’t know what you’re talking about mode.
“I’m fine.” Dan smiled broadly, ramping up his happy-go-lucky fa?ade. Then to get away from the subject, he asked, “This Scott Wagner, he a new client? I don’t remember ever seeing his name before.”
Rose came over to the counter. “Yes, he called a couple of days ago. He bought the old Hatcherson place so he could get horses for his daughters. He has two horses there on trial, wants a vet check and advice. Asked if it could be scheduled for the late afternoon when he gets home from work. His number’s on the schedule. Probably should call to make sure he’s home before you drive all the way out there.”
Dan nodded. “Okay, I’ll see you later. Have a good day.”
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It was four o’clock. Dan had finished all his other calls. He was now ready to drive out to the old Hatcherson farm. He punched the number Rose had given him into his cell and waited. After four rings a deep voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi, this is Dr. Parker. I’m ready to come out to check those horses of yours if you are? It’ll be about forty-five minutes.”
“That works for me. It’ll give me time to get home and take a shower before you get there.”
Dan laughed. “You don’t need to dress up for me. I’ve been working on horses all day.”
The man at the other end chuckled. “Well, I don’t even want to tell you what I’ve been wallowing in all day. I really do need a shower.”
They hung up. Sounds like a nice guy,Dan thought as he put his truck in gear and headed for the farm.
Dan hadn’t been to the farm in a while. It was on the very edge of the clinic’s service area. The Hatchersons had been mainly dairy farmers, concentrating on cows and chickens. They had a couple of retired draft horses and an old carriage horse. Dan had been out only a few times for routine care: yearly physicals and spring inoculations. So he was surprised to see the changes in the place when he pulled into the drive off the blacktop.