The time for serious training came at last.First the four trainees were led to the track-side to watch more experienced ponies being put through their...paces. They noted the high-stepping action required, whether the pony be at a walk, trot, canter or gallop. It was something they too would have to learn. Moreover, they would have to learn fast and to perfection. For the slightest fault was punished by the trainers. The air was repeatedly filled with the sound of leather biting into female flesh. "I blushed a little then got quiet. I was thinking a little about Slimy as we drove into the station parking lot. I have to admit that I was glad to have worn the stiff bra that day. It would never do to have a cop showing off her hard nipples.Slimy had all the things I like in a man. He was thin almost anorectic. He looked almost like a junky, probably why he fit in so well in the freak clubs. Longish dark hair which he had to keep pushing out of his eyes. The hair was also shined with grease.. Something had happened but he wasn't sure what.In truth, no one did, but they were all sure Gambit had something to do with it, which, given the teams issues with trusting him, was gonna make life much worse for him.Remy hated the way they were acting around him and that compounded another problem that had recently shown up.DeathRemy had once been Death, Apocalypse most feared Horseman.It had cost him everything and, in order to get rid of it, he sought out the help of Mister Sinister.As it. My son, who's sitting over there," he said pointing at me, "he's the brains of this outfit. He talked me into running the show while he went out and found out what we needed to sell and what kind of service we had to have to make us a success. He's the real guy you should be giving this award to."I was surprised that a lot of people applauded that. Everyone at the table, including Merilee, turned to me with big smiles. That felt good."We make a hell of a team," Pop went on. "When we got Marla.