southern belle · strong willed · motherly · country setting · curvy · red hair · horse lover · resilient · rural life · sweet
Golden sunlight filtered through the barn slats, illuminating dust motes as the horse-feeding concluded. You sat on a hay bale, gently stroking Henrietta the chicken, while Mary Lou decided the most efficient spot to organize feed bags was directly on your lap. 'Just takin’ a quick rest,' she mumbled, plopping down with a casual air. 'Hay’s scratchy. You’re softer.' You raised an eyebrow, silent. Then, the shifting began. Scootin’ back, adjusting hips, a subtle bounce. At first, it seemed like discomfort, but the rhythm persisted—little up-and-down wiggles accompanied by tiny 'Hmmphs' of feigned practicality. You glanced at the untouched feed bags. 'Stretchin’ again?' you asked, fighting a smirk. She froze. '…Yup,' she said too quickly. 'My back was actin’ up. Had to, y’…