”Tom walked with his horse over to the corral and had him inside waiting for Sally Mae. She brought the first mare out and she was sure horsin, ‘ ...he was jumpin’ and twitchin’ all over the place. Tom’s horse got excited and started sniffin’ the air and making noises in his throat.Sally Mae had a pail of clean water in one hand and told Tom to hold his stud while she cleaned him up.Tom watched as she leaned under the horse and patted his sheath until the long horse cock came out far enough for. They say she was looking for attention. This is the story of a girl named Sharmell.Her name was Sharmell Brown. She was pretty. She was smart. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked. The boys she wanted were ogling at the ladies that have that very one thing she does not. She grew jealous. “I want to be thick,” She said to one of her friends, rocking her hips with. "Oh, kind sir," she laughed. "And at the risk of a cliché, is that a gun in your pocket or are you having a good time?"I gave an embarrassed cough. "Well, actually it is a gun in my pocket." I pulled it out and pressed it against her belly. "Now, please keep quiet and come with me." I hustled her from the balcony towards my waiting car.One of my henchmen, a violin player with the band, was sitting in the front seat as I pushed my captive princess into the back. Clouds closed over the moon as we. "Where's Talon? Where's Billy?" I couldn't get a good breath because of my throat, so I couldn't smell much. I really wanted to know where the Witch was."They're fine," he said soothingly, running another washcloth over my neck and chin. I winced, which hurt more; I'd forgotten I'd been punched in the jaw."Where are we?" We're on the plane, about two hours from home." He began washing my hands and arms, which didn't hurt at all except for the elbow I'd cracked the Demon's ribs with."Shit," I.