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Stacey plays out a fantasy. Bob goes along for the ride.

It was 1 a.m. when the girls headed back to the hotel room with their boys in tow. A round of hot sex and they all drifted to sleep. Tom had just woken up and was headed to breakfast when he decided to make a peace offering and invite Amy and Jenna along.

Ringing her door, he waited and Amy soon appeared. Her hair was disheveled, and she was clad in only a towel. He was just about to ask her for breakfast when he saw the form of Brad lying in her bed. Saying nothing, he turned and started to walk away.

"Oh, so it's ok for you to fuck miss playboy, but it's not ok for me to have someone," She yelled in the hallway, as he simply through up his hands in disgust and took the elevator downstairs.

She huffed and turned to go back inside, only to find the door locked.

"Dammit to hell," she cursed, as she pried on the door.

Tom could not help but grin as the towel barely covered her ass cheeks. He spotted a maid cleaning rooms nearby and sent her to Amy's assistance. She shot him a slight grin as she retreated back into her room.

Later that morning the meeting got under way and the remainder of the day was spent listening to various concerns about the beef industry and new business to take care of. It was also time to recognize the cattleman of the year, and very few were surprised when Tom's name was called.

He accepted the award amidst cheers and ovations. Amy looked on with a mixture of pride and jealousy as Tom basted in the spotlight. Tom was seated having lunch when Amy walked over and sat down next to him. He looked at her startled, not knowing exactly what to say, but glad she was there.

"I am very pissed at you, you know that don't you?" She remarked, staring straightly into his eyes.

"I can only say I am sorry, so many times," He remarked back.

They talked for over a half an hour before they wound up back in Amy's hotel room, locked in passionate love making. Amy locked her legs around Tom's waist and pulled him deeper inside her as he plowed her for all it was worth. The sweat of passion beaded up on both their bodies as they made love wildly.

They were lying in bed catching their breath when Tom's cell phone went off. Amy could tell that the conversation was not a cordial one. Something was wrong; she could see it in his face.

"What is it?" she asked as he closed his cell phone and climbed out of bed.

"I have to go. I have lost six head of prime cattle and more are getting sick, some kind of disease, not sure." Tom remarked as he started getting dressed.

"Oh damn, I will go with you," Amy remarked as she hopped out of bed.

"No Amy, stay here. This was a mistake," Tom remarked with a hint of regret in his voice.

Just as he was putting on his shirt, Jenna opened the door and walked in. The sight of Amy sitting naked on the bed, and Tom putting on his shirt said it all. She looked at Amy with a cold, piercing stare.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a disbelieving tone.

Amy jumped out of the bed and quickly dressed, not wanting to get into the conversation with Jenna.

"Something is killing Tom's cattle, we have to go with him," Amy remarked as she through her clothes on.

"What!" Jenna recoiled as she looked at Tom.

"Yea, I don't know what is going on. I have lost six head already and more are getting sick. This is my business, you two stay here," He grumbled and walked out the door towards his room.

"I can't believe you," Jenna huffed as she watched Amy throw her clothes into a suitcase. "You just had to hop in bed with him didn't you?" She snorted.

"Who I fuck is my business. You coming with me, or not," Amy snapped back, clearly not in the mood for this conversation.

When the girls arrived at Tom's ranch, they found him kneeling beside one of the dead cows. They both rushed up and took a look.

"I've lost two more since I have been home. At this rate, I won't have a ranch," He sighed.

"I'm calling Lauren St. John," Jenna remarked as she pulled out her cell phone.

Tom knew the name.

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