“Yeah, we receive rescues sometimes because people know we have our own donkeys. We just got two miniature donkey foals yesterday, and I just can’t take any more. So I’m trying to find a better home for them, and I thought of Moore to Love Farms.”
“Yes!” I shout. “Sorry, I mean, yes, we’d love to take the baby donkeys!”
“I tried calling Blake, but I wasn’t getting an answer from him so that’s why I stopped by. Is he here?”
How do I play this? I need those donkeys in my life. I’ll be the best mini donkey dad ever. “He’s actually on his honeymoon, but I’m Chad. Blake’s best friend, best man—as you might remember—and new farm hand. Blake left all decisions up to me, and we would love to give your donkeys a new home.”
She looks at me cautiously.
“Coco and Charlie would love new friends, wouldn’t you both?” I nod at the donkeys, trying to get them to nod back to me, but Coco just brays.Yes, I looked up what sounds donkeys make. I’ve been doing a lot of research lately.
“Is Wyatt here, maybe? It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t actually know you. I need to make sure they’re going to be well taken care of.”
“He sure is. Let me just put these guys in their home, and I’ll go get him.”
“Alright, thanks.”
I hurry to put Coco and Charlie in their pen, but don’t make it seem like I’m rushing them. I don’t want this woman to think I’m a bad interim donkey dad. As soon as they’re secure, I go to Wyatt’s and explain the situation and that, if possible, I’d really like to take responsibility for them.
He comes out, and to my absolute delight, he tells the woman we’re more than happy to take the donkeys.
“Great. I’ll get them ready and we’ll be back tomorrow with them,” she promises.
“Do they have names yet?” I ask eagerly.
“The male is Jack and the female is Jenny.”
“Oh that’s perfect! Coco and Charlie, and now Jack and Jenny.”
“See you tomorrow,” she calls before she drives away, and I wave, giddy knowing that my life will completely change tomorrow.
“Thank you so much, Wyatt. I’m going to make Jack and Jenny the happiest mini donkeys in the world!” I assure him.
“I don’t doubt that one bit,” Wyatt says, smiling at me.
“I’ve gotta go get my house all set up!” I shout as I start jogging to my car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Wyatt!”
“You’re planning to put those donkeys in your house?” he questions, clearly confused. I might’ve left that detail out when I said I wanted to be responsible for them.
“Uh, yeah, of course. Where else would they sleep?”
He just shakes his head, laughing, but Jack and Jenny are going to be treated like royalty come tomorrow, and I can’t wait.
I buy nearlyeverything I can in town for Jack and Jenny and unpack it all in my house. They have four dog beds to choose from, multiple five-gallon buckets for water with a tray for their spills, blankets, even some dog toys. I don’t know if they’ll play with any, but I wanted to spoil them. Besides, the internet said they can take on dog-like behavior, so I think with a little bit of love and encouragement, they will.
This is good. This gives me something to focus on. Exactly what I need.
But now that I’m finished setting up, I look at the time and realize it’s still only early afternoon. None of that took as long as I’d hoped because John still has a while left at work. God, I hate that he works. Why can’t he just spend all his time with me? Is that so unreasonable? I’m not asking for the moon. Just… availability. Devotion. Maybe a little obsession.
Hmmm. How do I communicate that without sounding like I need more than the arrangement he’s willing to give me?
I’m sure I’ll think of something when I go over to his place later today.
I’ve been thinking extensively about my kink list and wonder what John’s will look like. Probably a bit different than mine. So far, he’s been super bossy and growly when we’ve had sex, and I am abigfan. The spanking was great, plus he mentioned that he likes to be in control with the blindfolding and insisted on always being the driver, so I think he’d be more into the “dominant” activities than me, which is perfect since I need someone to do the spanking.
I doubt he’s filled it out though. He usually needs time to warm up to my brilliant ideas. He probably thinks the list was stupid, but I don’t care. I have to know what he’s into, and if I have to, I’ll use my body to make it impossible for him to ignore me, then he can clamp my nipples and have his way with me. Orwhatever kink he’s actually into since I already know he’s attracted to me. The tension between us is so intense, and he always gets hard around me. Now I want him to tell me exactly what he likes so that we can have the best sex ever.
John will probably be another hour, so now seems like the perfect time to go to his house. I want to be there waiting for him when he gets there, and I’m pretty sure his back door handle is still broken.
