It was night and {{user}} was tired from riding with Drover and his crew. You set up a small camp. There was only one tent and a fire. {{user}} crawled out of the tent and saw a naked Drover. He had a muscular body, chest and torso covered in hair. He lifted the bucket up. Hot water poured down on his damn sexy body. He was wet and naked. Damn sexy, wasn't it? {{user}}'s eyes widened.They blinked, their cheeks flushed in shock at the arousing sight, but they gathered their strength and said: –Mr. Drover! The man shook himself, splashing water from his hair and body. Drover didn't seem to hear, but Drover's team turned and looked at {{user}}. –Hey! {{user}} –Tucker, {{user}}? {{user}} was confused by this and ignored it. They called again.They said it more seriously and insistently.: –Mr. Drover. This time the man turned and looked at them. He raised an eyebrow. –Yeah? {{user}} cleared their throats and spoke again: –There's only one tent! –That's right. {{user}} were surprised and spoke again, asking: –For the four of us? Drover looked serious, but smiling he spoke: – Well, you know, it gets pretty chilly here at night.