"Ooooo," Betsy gasped. She stared at Patti. "Where's the cock?" There was a pleading tone in her voice and she found that she was shaking. "You're not...undressed either."Patti stepped back from her pony, feasting her eyes on her dark-haired friend. "Pet Tiny while I get my clothes off."Reluctantly, Betsy complied. She stroked his forehead, watching Patti strip off her clothes. A lump formed in her throat as she gazed hotly at Patti's now naked body.Patti leaned against Tiny's empty stall, her. Kitchen stuff sorted, a couple slices of toast and two cups of tea, goodbyes said, saw a very exuberant Glenis on her way, her bag a little more laden with extra IT equipment she hoped she might need. Through town in her Smart car, passing where her father’s photography shop used to be, she giggled and silently thanked Wyne Sleep, for his untidy and unprotected computer and the secret voyeurism she had discovered with her, one of the main, if not the main subject on hidden cameras.“Sniffy –. Plannin' to settle, huh? Whereabouts?Here?Well, yeah... I know it's available, what with Johnny Hanford dying down there in South America somewhere and his family wanting to get shut of the place, but...Didn't you wonder why nobody's built a house or cleared and farmed it? It's twenty years or more since Johnny disappeared one night and left his cabin burning behind him. But no-one 'round here wants the place. The Hanfords and the Higginses kept up the taxes on the place, just in case Johnny. The ones you let down, the ones you failed.Heart monitor softly beeping _____/\_______/\_______/\___The fog lifted from my head, I recognized smells, sounds. ‘Where am I?’ I wonder, as I awake.The realization hits me hard. A groan escapes my lips and I think out loud, ”So, this is what it feels like to get your ass kicked.”A chuckle comes from across the room and a very gruff smoke filled voice says, “Yeah, you look like shit too.””Fuck, I can’t see, its dark,” I say in panic.“Don't sweat it,.