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It was a strange ambition for an eighteen year old, taking out a loan to begin rearing his own pigs; but it was all Steve had even wanted to do. He grew up on his family’s farm, not too far away, but had now amassed his own larger complex, dedicated to the production of livestock, thanks to his own hard work and determination.

Steve found it fascinating, watching his pigs grow and fatten into huge, meaty mountains of pure profit. There really was a lot of money to be made in pig farming, if you knew what you were doing. Now in his late 20s, Steve was one of the biggest producers of pigs in the state. He had a fine, muscular body from all of his hard work and plenty of spare cash to spend as he liked. He had always been handsome; at 6’8, he towered over most men, with a pretty scruff of golden blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. People in the small town nearby kept on telling him he needed to settle down and find a good wife, but Steve was apathetic about that. Plus, he never really had much luck getting dates; he was handsome and built, but the stink and dirt of the pigs seemed to cling to him no matter how hard he scrubbed.