Chapter 1: Horse Riding in Berkeley

The Berkeley morning was cold and foggy - I couldn't see the campus just down the hillside. It was Monday and I'd been living in my new ranch for one week today. Stumbling outta bed, I needed some breakfast and coffee. The kitchen answering machine light showed messages. Clearing my five acres for a fireline got me exhausted - looks like blind, too. The ads for roommates wanted must be working, but I didn't notice the blinking light w hen I showered at midnight.

My tired body was on automatic pilot as I hit play. The first message from Cindy woke me up. She was upbeat and a new Berkeley student studying law with four more years to go. Her UC Berkeley volleyball scholarship brought her here from home, a farm in Central Texas. Living close to the UC campus would aid her studying and give her more free time.

I finished eating and called Cindy as the sun started to rise. If she came from a farm, I knew she'd be awake. I was right - her voice was sexy and friendly. I invited her over to see the ranch and she asked when. After I gave her the address and directions, she said she could meet me in half an hour. After hearing the other messages, I was erasing them when my cell phone rang.

My neighbor Mike from the next ranch was calling to ask if I still wanted that firstborn colt from his pair of Arabians. His mare just foaled yesterday.

"HELL, YEAH!!," I shouted into the phone. Calming down after I gulped a deep breath, I excitedly asked Mike when I could pick him up. Laughing, he said when I stopped yelling in his ear the colt would be ready in a few days - Saturday works for him. This weekend was available, so I agreed to meet at his ranch Saturday sunrise.

My memory flashed snapshops of why this was happening. We'd known each other for years, and I knew Mike wanted a stallion for his Arabian mare. I stopped at a horse ranch on my way through New Mexico, and the owner showed me this fine Arabian. I raised his foreleg - he didn't have any tires I could kick - when the stallion began to show me just how healthy he was. With a little snort, his mammoth baby-maker started extending out. This massive horse cock stretched out like a telescope that could see if Pluto really was a planet. This stallion was 'hung like a horse'... A REALLY THICK HORSE. We bargained briefly, but I paid close to his asking price for the horse with a trailer thrown in. I then drove right over to Mike's and sold him Passing Lane for a small profit and the first male colt.

A reflection on the curtain brought my mind back because my future renter had arrived. I saw Cindy uncurl from her monster 4X4 as she started walking this way. After she jumped down, her eyes were level with mine - and my floor was three feet above the driveway! Like Julia Roberts, wavy brown hair reached her jeans. Unlike Julia Roberts, she had to be nine feet tall! Deep shadows were on her plaid shirt. The Guinness Records Book people should probably contact this lady soon.

The shadows on her flat stomach were caused by the largest and fullest breasts that I have ever seen. They were like giant watermellons. As Cindy walked towards my door, her traffic diverting knockers barely drooped. Standing almost straight out they defied gravity with nipples that pointed towards the heavens. This beautiful young lady was tall and built!

I opened the front door just before she got there and we exchanged pleasantries. After asking her inside, I noticed that she automatically ducked her head to enter under the 8' door jamb.

I offered her seating on any chair available, but I suggested the kegger-sized barrell in the kitchen might fit her legs best. Smiling, she said she liked that idea and sat down.

Cindy told me she was 21 and the rest of her personal bio. It seemed like only monents passed, but her charm, easy smile, and her damn fine looks kept me mute and attentive for almost half an hour!

I must have been daydreaming because she was now just looking at me... oops - my turn. I told her the simple house rules - The Golden Rule - and that rent was due on the 1st each month.

She started laughing as she patted her back pocket. Cindy then pulled out a thick wad of big bills and joked: "I got cash here on the barrellhead!" I laughed too as she had me grinning; I knew I'd chosen well.

I asked Cindy to follow me as I gave her a tour of the house, starting with her spacious bedroom and attached bath. After she ducked again, I said that I would correct the doors after our tour.

Asking Cindy if she had bedroom furniture, she said she did and could move it in today. I asked if she needed help moving; she just waved me off saying, "Nah - I got it!" as she hurried back to her 4X4 and drove off.

That would work out well as I had to elevate the front door frame, her bedroom door jamb, the bathroom, the kitchen - sheesh, I'm lucky I had a twelve foot high ceiling! The kitchen table under the chandellier acted like a safety cone and would protect her pretty head from crashing into it. And I need to raise it closer to the ceiling.

I drove to the home store to purchase hardware and arrived back before Cindy. Just after I had finished cutting a higher front door opening, I saw her pull up. She saw the doors in my truck bed and rushed over to help me with the doors. It was only 9am with much already accomplished between us when Cindy's farmgirl training showed itself in her style and abilities.

She said these doors are for her benefit so she offered to help. I wanted to see how much carpentry she knew, so I agreed. She was fast and needed the ladder only to hold me and the power tools. Between us, we'd modified the doorways and installed the ten foot doors in only an hour! My elation prompted me to return the favor by helping unload her truck.

Returning after my first load, I saw Cindy moving her solid oak headboard by herself. I said, "Hold on, Cindy - I'll help you get it past the door frame without denting you or any of the wood."

Cindy grinned her thousand-watt ivories and waited for me to pick up my end. She didn't look like she needed my help; looking back, she probably didn't want to embarrass me by saying anything. Holy shit - my end weighed almost two-hundred pounds! I'd read that California Governor Schwarzenegger liked the same type of heavy solid oak furniture.

We got the headboard inside and we finished her truck unloading. I left her to privately arrange her room so I could go and nurse my sore muscles.

But I still had to unload my own truck. I removed my electronic purchases and took it all into the barn. I could see the whole barn from the loft ceiling, so I ran up conduit and an AC outlet to supply a wireless mini-cam. Another installation under the barn workbench was for the second mini-camera with both aimed towards the horse stalls.

The receiver was easiest - a video cable plugs into the pc and type in the new hardware. After calling up the images on a split screen, I started testing the camera features for panning and zoom.

Both cameras picked up Cindy as she walked into the barn. I called her into the barn office and she came in. We started talking about lunch just as the computer timed out and went blank. Cindy offered to scramble up something in the kitchen, so I told her where everything was and she went to it.

The food smelled great and in half an hour it was done! Broiled BBQ chicken breasts with hot roasted ears of corn, hot peas, sliced carrots, garden salad, and some sour French garlic bread! I ate well and got sleepy, telling Cindy that I'd take a nap and finish the tour in an hour. She said she'd clean up and see me when I was ready.

After my nap, I was driving her around my five acres like a tour guide. I repeated what I knew about how this ranch once fed and watered a hundred head of cattle and how lightning burned down the former house in 1950. Former residents had to shoot mountain lions before the stone wall was built. We drove back to the ranch house and worked at our endeavors through the rest of the week.

Saturday came early with us both awake and about before daylight. I asked Cindy to ride along with me to meet my good friend and neighbor Mike. We finished breakfast and drove down the mountain road under a beautiful sunrise. The awakening sun on the morning dew reflected vibrant colors on everything we passed.

I brought bags of oats and granola for the new colt I would name Aladdin. We got out of the truck as Mike walked up to say hi. I introduced Cindy to Mike as we walked over to see the horses.

New faces excited this colt, and we all watched him prance around to exercise his new legs. I called out Aladdin and fed a handful of food to him. He happily pivoted on his hind legs, reared, and pawed the air.

Aladdin's dad was the only one here taller than Cindy. Passing Lane was in the next corral and he started to exhibit once again. Just like before, Passing Lane's penis rolled out like a pirates hidden cannon! I saw him sprout in size till he had what looked like a telephone pole! I was already headed that way to thank him with some oats and granola as everyone else followed.