. They’ll use the horses to pursue us.”“They would just buy new ones in the city,” Angela said. “It won’t do anything to slow them down.�...“Well, it would,” Minx muttered. “They’d have to take the time to buy the new ones.”I swung into the saddle of black gelding, patting the horse on the neck as he snorted. Angela shook her head, mounting a palfrey warhorse, a mean brute that stamped his iron-shod hooves and snorted. Angela looked small on the big mount, but at the same time, she looked natural.. Good, the storm at least had passed and the rain was welcome, well it was now that he was inside and out of it.He pushed the button and the garage door slid down. Hopping up and down on first one foot and then the other he got his soggy shoes and socks off. He spread his yellow slicker over a couple of sawhorses in the corner and glared at it. Darn thing had about done as good a job getting him wet as keeping him dry.Unlocking the door he slipped quietly inside the house. With long familiarity. The black leather boots fit her curvy legs snugly. She had just a tad bit of flesh overhang the top of the boots. Every nerve in her body was tingling with excitement, from her finger tips to her clit. She pulled the bubble gum-pink lipstick from her make up bag and coated her lips, then tossed her fingers through her blonde curly hair. She piled the curls high on her head in a loose bun. A few strands hung down by her creamy neck. Aside from the thigh-high, high-heeled boots, Carrie was. It was summer, and we had a strong thunderstorm one Sunday morning. The sky cleared completely afterwards, it ended being a perfect sunny day. The thunderstorm, however, moved our TV antenna and my father was not getting reception for his afternoon football game. So he handed me one of my toy walkie talkies, a screwdriver, took me to the back, put on a ladder, and told me to get up on the roof and move the antenna sideways as he gave me instructions. I cautiously got up and walked up the roof.