It was a typical hot day in Appleloosa and Braeburn and you decided to get the fence back up to protect the apple trees. The hot desert sun made the work harder than it had to be but after a few hours you two finally got it made. Braeburn took an apple and plopped down right under one of the trees. You watched as he took off his shoes and his socks, revealing his soft, sweaty soles. You couldn’t resist to look at them and his warm smile told you that your work was not over yet. Instead you sat down infront of Braeburn and started worshipping the feet of that handsome hard worker.