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"Load up, boy." Sandor said as he slapped the tailgate of his truck with his hand. With all the grace of a water buffalo, Moses jumped into the bed. He turned around and drug his tongue across Sandor's face several times, leaving sticky slobber in his wake. Laughing, Sandor pushed his dog further back. "Come on, hound. Get offa me."

Home was just a five minute drive from the main drag in town. With Waylon Jennings blasting out the windows, Sandor made the short drive to his white farmhouse. As he turned onto his dirt driveway, he pictured the svelte young redhead he had met. Ever since Sandor had departed from the grocery store after visiting with the guys, the gorgeous woman hadn't left his mind. There was nothing about her that Sandor didn't like. He liked her hair. He liked her delicate porcelain skin. He liked her long, shapely legs. He liked...no...loved those gorgeous blue eyes. Feeling slightly silly, Sandor let her name escape his lips. Just once, to see what it sounded like coming from him.

"Sansa..."

He liked the sound of her name so much, he said it again.

"Sansa."

Moses tumbled ungracefully out of the back of the truck as soon as the tailgate was down and wagged his tail, looking up at Sandor. The giant Bloodhound cocked his head to one side and looked around, trying to figure out who Sandor was talking to.

"Hello, Sansa." Chuckling at his foolishness, Sandor couldn't help himself, and continued. "Hey, Sansa. Good to see you again." With a ridiculous smile plastered across his face, he fumbled with his keyring to find his house key as he jogged up the porch steps. "So Sansa, would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" He asked the door before he slid the key into the doorknob.

"Who's Sansa?"

"Jesus, Ray!" Sandor stumbled backwards and nearly tripped over Moses. "You tryin' to give me a damn heart attack?!"

The old man laughed as he rose from the rocking chair on Sandor's front porch. "Daydreaming, are ya?"

Sandor gave him a sullen glare. "No." He unlocked the door and pushed it open. "You know, you have a key...you don't have to just sit out here and wait for me."

Ray was Sandor's business partner. One of them, anyway. Together with Bronn Blackwater who was also one of the town's sheriffs, they ran Brother and Sons Ranch. They raised some of the finest Black Angus beef cattle in the delta. Having no children of his own, Ray was sort of a surrogate father to he and Bronn both. He liked to walk to stay in shape and was apt to take an evening stroll to Sandor's house for a visit. Sandor tossed his keys and his wallet on the kitchen counter and opened the refrigerator for a beer.

"So tell me. Who is this...Sansa?" Ray let out her name slowly to mock the way Sandor had been saying it earlier.

After taking a large gulp from his bottle of Coors Light, Sandor faced the older man to answer his question. "Just some woman I met in town. She's new around here."

"Ahh yes, the new school teacher from Atlanta. Olenna told me about her the other day." Ray raised his eyebrows. "Well the way you were sayin' her name...she doesn't sound like just some woman to me."

Sandor shot him a withering look.

"I heard she's very pretty."

Pretty just isn't the right word for her. No, she's gorgeous. Beautiful. Breath taking. Stunning.

"Well I guess since she's a teacher you'll be seein' her again. When do y'all start back?"

"Tomorrow." Sandor replied as he leaned his elbows on the kitchen island and took another sip of beer. "Eight AM."

Along with his farming gig, Sandor was the head coach for the school's varsity football team, and taught a high school class or two each semester. Bronn frequently and lovingly referred to Sandor as a "jack of all trades, but master of none." A comment that always earned him a dirty look from Sandor. Students were starting back to school the next Wednesday, but faculty and staff were to report to the school to begin their inservice days tomorrow.

Ray clapped a hand on Sandor's shoulder. "Well, let's go get our list together to see which heifers we want to take to the sale Saturday evening."

Brother and Sons Ranch's prized Black Angus bull always produced good calves that were highly sought after. Part of their operation was to sell heifers that had been bred to their best bull. The beef that was produced on their farm was of very high quality and was sold at all the restaurants and grocery stores in town, and was shipped off to other locations as well. Ray followed Sandor into the office off of the foyer in his house. For the next half hour or so, they jotted down the ear tag numbers of the heifers that were ready to go to the sale.

When they were done, Ray slapped his knees with his hands and rose from his chair. "Well, I'm headin' home. Get some sleep, big boy. You gotta big day tomorrow." He winked at Sandor.

After tossing back the rest of his beer, Sandor rolled his eyes. "Right. I'm gonna go check on the calves before I head out for the school tomorrow. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, son."

"Night." Sandor shut the door behind Ray and climbed the stairs to his bedroom with Moses close on his heels. He heaved a sigh as he entered the on suite master bathroom. The house he lived in had been Ray's during his married years. Almost five years ago, after he had fully renovated it, Ray had given it to Sandor, saying he didn't need all the extra space. He had insisted to Sandor that a young man such as himself needed it more than him so that he could start a family, and had hinted relentlessly about Sandor giving him grandchildren. A family...hah! Who would want to marry me? A washed up has-been with an ugly face and a bum leg? Oftentimes, Sandor had found himself telling Ray that the only grandchild he might ever get was Moses. Although Sandor wouldn't admit it to anyone who asked, he did want kids. A whole bunch of them. He wanted boys who he could teach how to ride horses, swing ropes, and drive a tractor. He wanted to teach them everything he knew about raising cattle and making an honest living. If playing football was something they wanted to do, he would teach them and maybe one day, coach them. Girls were another story. He wasn't sure if he could handle a girl. Especially when they got old enough to date. But if he was ever fortunate enough to be blessed with a daughter, he would want to show her how a boy was supposed to treat her. Maybe he would even be one of those fathers who was cleaning his shotgun on the porch when a boy came to call on his little girl.

Once he had redone the house which was now Sandor's, Ray had promptly moved into the much smaller house elsewhere on his eight hundred acre farm. He now lived in the house he had rented to Sandor when he first came to Paradise Holler. The only problem with this nice big house that Sandor now lived in was the fact that everything in the master suite was built for two. The master bedroom had matching his and hers nightstands on either side of the king size bed. The master bathroom had his and hers sinks. There were huge walk-in, his and hers closets on either side of the bathroom, one of which was full of nothing but Sandor's hunting gear. His house was built for two, but he had no her to share it with.

Sandor hadn't had a real girlfriend since college. Even then, he had a feeling she had only been dating him because of his position on the football team. His brief two years of playing professional football hadn't yielded any girlfriends or wives either. Plenty of women that wanted to hook up with him, though. It had been that way since high school. After he had lost his virginity at sixteen after a home football game one Friday night, Sandor had gained a reputation. Girls had gossiped about the enormous guy with a dick to match, and he was never without a girl to satisfy him. Satisfy him sexually, anyway. Deep down, Sandor had never wanted to be just a girl's booty call. But whenever he tried to put romantic moves of any sort on the girls who wanted to sleep with him, they would make up some lame excuse, usually saying that they weren't ready for a relationship, or that the timing was off. But then he would see those same girls not three days later with a steady boyfriend. That had hurt.

He was lonely, and tired of being single. It had been three years since he had been with a woman. The last woman he tried to start a relationship with, a cute blonde from the next town over, seemed interested at first, and Sandor had proceeded with caution. But after taking her out several times, and sleeping with her more than once or twice, she had told him that she wasn't looking for anything serious...but she would keep his number in case she ever got lonely. Sandor had never answered her late night phone calls and texts. Without anyone to warm his bed at night, except Moses, Sandor had to be content with beating himself off while watching Porn Hub videos. It was getting really old.

Visions of Sansa once again flooded his mind as he stepped into his large shower and let the scalding water wash over his body. Remembering the way she had blushed and bitten her lip while looking at him was enough to make his dick twitch against his thigh. As Sandor squeezed soap onto his shower loofa, he thought about her full, perfectly shaped pink lips, and dared himself to wonder what they would feel like against his. If she was close enough to kiss me, she would probably be close enough for her tits to press against me, too. Shit! Those tits... Sandor groaned and let his hand travel down his stomach to his cock, which was now standing out away from his body at full attention. Sandor hated thinking of beautiful, perfect Sansa, who he didn't even know, in such a dirty way. But he couldn't help himself. He began stroking his long, thick shaft as he imagined what her nipples looked like. The strappy little tank top she had been wearing showed off just a hint of cleavage. Just enough to make his imagination go wild. Her perfect tits, slim waist, curvy hips, ass that could stop traffic...all flashed through his mind. Prompted by his thoughts, Sandor pumped his length faster and harder. In the grocery store, Sandor had turned around just in time after Sansa had run into the stack of baskets to see her perky, round ass disappear down an aisle. The sort of ass that he wanted to grab handfuls of as he pulled her in for a steamy kiss. That thought was enough to send him over the edge. With his other hand propped up on the shower wall, Sandor let out a gasping moan as he watched his dick spasm in his hand, sending spurts of his cum swirling down the shower drain. Pulling himself upright, Sandor twisted the shower faucet to cold. His heated body needed a shock to get himself under control.

With a loud groan, Sandor collapsed onto his bed and willed his mind to think about something besides Sansa. When that didn't work, he reached for his phone he had plugged in next to his nightstand and opened his Facebook app. He didn't use his Facebook very much, but he figured he would see if Sansa had one. To his delight, she did. His delight faded when he found that her profile was completely private. All he had access to were her profile pictures. The picture she had selected to be shown was a candid one. She wasn't looking at the camera, but was instead laughing at something off to the side. Wind was tossing her copper hair around her face and she was holding one hand up to brush it away. For a brief second, his thumb hovered over the "add friend" button. He hesitated. No, I better not. She's going to think I'm some sort of psycho stalker. He closed the app and tossed his phone on his nightstand after setting his alarm. As Sandor had done for years, he drifted off to sleep to nothing but the sound of Moses' loud snoring.

Poor lonely Sandor :(