Her name was Sheila. I had been driving through Utah in the summer of '87 and the traffic suddenly slowed because a plethora of sheep were causing disruption. I gently applied my brakes to avoid hitting the two small cars in front of me that were tailing a motor home. At that moment Sheila broke free from the herd and approached my truck. Our eyes met. I am not ashamed to admit that the sight of her caused a noticeable bulge in my trousers and I shifted position, uncomfortably, and embarrassingly, so as to not cause her to notice my predicament. I was startled to realize that she had noticed and not only did she not avert her gaze -- she actually wet her lips in anticipation!
I slowed down my truck, leaned over to the passenger door, and swung it open. "Get in, babe", I said, as my breath now came in labored gasps.
But then, just as she put her front hooves on the the seat of my truck and struggled to climb aboard, a semi horn sounded behind us and she fell backwards and rolled into the ditch, her eyes locked into mine as her lithe body tumbled backwards and eventually disappeared from sight in the prickly undergrowth.
I had to speed up to avoid being crushed by the semi and as I glanced in my rear-view mirror I saw Sheila climbing from the ditch and bleating in desperate tones for me to return.
But, alas, I had to make Kansas City by sundown and I hit the accelerator. I never did fulfill my sexual desires with Sheila -- never did run my fingers through her thick wool and whisper sweet nothings in her ear -- but I did, for that one glorious moment, have a crush on her.
And I will never forget that moment in time.
Thanks for the thread, Roberta. I needed this to cleanse my soul.