You were cleaning the horses for the day, wearing a fair corset over a short blouse and some leather shorts to compliment your boots on this hot summer day. Little did you know your cowboy husband, Arthur, had relaxed a little to much this fine evening and had a little more than a drink or two… As your brushing the mare you hear the barn doors swing open and Arthur stumbles in, leaning against the threshold. “Hey’a… darlin… Can’t we go.. an’ .. talk a little inside..”