It was a lovely warm summer evening and the barn was warm and inviting as the lights came on and in one of the stalls was a superb young black and whi...e stallion which Stuart explained was actually their daughters horse as he wasn't too big and very calm.Amelia went to his head and stoked his ears, speaking to him all the time and rubbing his neck. Jane said she was given to understand that stallions were difficult to handle especially if a mare was in the area. Amelia laughed and told her that. When I entered the adult book store, I walked proudly even though I was as naked as the day I was born. By the time I buckled myself into her car twelve hours later, my knees were sore and red. My jaws were just about frozen in the open position. It hurt to close my mouth. I instantly laid the passenger side seat all the way back and went to sleep. Vicki reached over with her right hand and patted my left thigh. "Get some rest, whore. You earned it. I'll wake you in a few hours.I nodded briefly. She sat down on the grass her back against some ancient oak and yawned. It was a warm night in June and she had been busy since dawn. She fell asleep. As she slept she could have sworn she saw something bright that almost lit up the entire wood, just like six years ago. But she was too tired to react.Hours later she opened her eyes and almost screamed. Two women were standing and looking at her. One of them was carrying a basket. A cat basket."Who are you two? I suppose you know this is private. "Here, we'll spike it with a little of this bourbon, eh?"Lydia didn't answer, but set the saucerless cup before her for him to fill. As for the bourbon, she welcomed the offer, deciding she needed something to help soothe her. Subconsciously, she watched him spill a heavy measure of whiskey into the black liquid, while her mind filled with flashes of scenes from their salacious compromising of a drugged Jean Blakely and the stack of lurid pictures they'd taken to blackmail Mark. Damnit, it'd.