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Her Cowboy Bears
     
    The thing I remember most were the hands. So many
hands. Hands touching me, my hands touching them, and their hands touching each
other. We didn’t need words, only touch, and the two men led me to the greatest
pleasure I could have ever imagined.
    I hadn’t gone looking for love, or sex, or whatever we
had was. I’d gone looking for adventure and I guess I found it in the wild
plains of Wyoming, with the Rocky Mountains at my back.
    While my friends had all decided their adventures
would be spent backpacking through Europe or hitting the beaches in Mexico, I’d
always wanted to try my hand at being a country girl, even if it was only for a
little while.
    I was also planning my adventure much later than any
of my friends. They’d all gone out and seen the world while we were still in
college, but we’d graduated over a year ago and with no real job prospects, I
finally gave up and announced I was going to spend a few months in Wyoming.
    “Caitlyn, no,” my best friend Alana said when I
announced my plans over a round of beers. “Come on, you’ve never even left
Chicago.”
    “So?” I asked. “Now I’m leaving the city. It’s only
for a few months and it’s a ranch that does this kind of thing all the time.
They take ‘city slickers’ like me and turn them into real country folks. I can
do this.”
    “Please don’t take this the wrong way,” Alana said. “But,
um, well, you aren’t really in the kind of shape most cowgirls are.”
    It was her polite way of saying I was too fat to go on
this kind of adventure. Part of me wanted to go on the defensive and yell at
her but she wasn’t entirely wrong. I’d never gone to a gym before, I loved
snacks just a little too much, and I knew that hauling my ass over a four
thousand acre ranch would be a challenge, but I didn’t want easy street. A
challenge was exactly what I was after.
    “I know, I know,” I told her, trying to appreciate her
concern rather than be insulted by it. “But I think it’ll be good for me. The
pay is shit, but it’ll be great exercise and who knows, maybe I’ll lose some of
that weight.”
    “It’s not just the weight,” she said, her face
furrowing with concern. “You’re leaving behind your whole life.”
    “You went to China for six months!” I shot back at
her. “How is that any different?”
    “Because I did that when I was twenty and it was a
college semester,” she replied. “I didn’t just go for fun, I was in school. And
I was young and didn’t have a life here yet.”
    “And I do now?” I asked. “Alana, my job sucks, I’m
single, and I’ve already found a subletter for my apartment. It’s the perfect
time for me to do this. It’s only for a few months and then I’m back again.”
    “Just be careful,” she said as she leaned back in her
chair. “When do you leave?”
    “Next week,” I told her. “I fly out of O’Hare and land
in Jackson Hole, as weird as that sounds. It’s me and three other people and
the guys who run the ranch pick us up there.”
    “Are the other people all from Chicago?” she asked.
    “I don’t think so,” I told her. “They didn’t tell me
where everyone is from, which I get. People’s personal business and stuff. I
just know it’s one other girl and two guys.”
    “Well, I wish you good luck,” she said with a tip of
her beer. “And Caitlyn, please know I won’t judge you if you decide to come
home early.”
    “I know,” I said, but I had already vowed to see this
through. Three month working the ranch would fly by, and what I didn’t tell my
best friend was that if I liked it, I might just see about staying there for
good.
    I spent my last week in Chicago shopping for clothes
to wear on the ranch. Most of the things that I owned were simple skirts and
blouses for my crappy office job, and none of that would do in Wyoming.
    I stocked up on jeans, boots, and plaid shirts along
with a heavy coat. I was going in August, but the nights