Stable Hands on Experience

[Kadavro]

On the lawn of a grand country house a man in worn blue jeans and a torn shirt was walking across with heavy sacks over his shoulder. Hopping after him was a fourteen year old dressed rather better, asking about getting a horsey back right. He wasn't getting it. "Andy, shouldn't you be practicing how to walk for your mother?" The boy frowned as he was reminded of the pointless work that he had to do with his foster mother. "She won't mind Carver. Just take me with you to the stables? Pleeeeease?" Carver snorted, knowing it was pointless to try telling him otherwise. He had been the first foster kid of the lady of the house a decade before. Now he was just some servant doing all the heavily lifting. Sure, he got to see his old foster mother's rack at times, but his build up body meant he had access to most of the nearby town's supply of women anyways. "Head straight back afterwards, got it?" The two headed off to the stables.