I couldn't believe it. I read it over and over and over. I couldn't get a grasp on reality. I figured I had to be dreaming. I did everything I could t... wake myself up. I slapped myself across the face which hurt quite a bit. I stood up and jumped up and down and wasn't able to fly. In most my dreams I'm able to fly. Then I grabbed my water bottle and sprayed my face as that always wakes me up and I just ended up with a wet face and so I figured that I was awake and this wasn't some wonderful. The night seemed darker and, if anything, colder, as I opened the car and got in. I waited until the engine had warmed up before I moved off with an FM radio station warming my spirit with some rock music. I was stunned as much at my own reaction to the crash when it happened as much as to the actual event. Pulling away from a set of traffic lights an Escort slid past up the outside to make a right turn at too high a speed. For a moment I had an impression of the passenger’s face as it passed. Never before had I seen such a tumult of female flesh. Quite remarkable. And quite incredibly exciting.As we rode back into the Stable yard, I knew I was hooked on Ponies. Especially Ponies the size of Maid Maximum!Before I went back to the Palace, I had one question to ask Ingrid.She shook her head rather sorrowfully. „I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Colonel,“ she answered politely. „It is one of the rules here. Guests are not permitted to enjoy Ponies in that way.“I was surprised and. Finishing off the remainder of our glasses, I paid the bill, tipped the cute girl 10 bucks, and led my soon-to-be conquest out of the bar. Still disheveled from our booth interlude, Deb tried to fix up again, but, such proved difficult; Between my hands continuing to rove on her, and, the effect all of the alcohol had on her skills, it didn’t take but a few steps for Deb to give up, and enjoy my hands on her as we walked the backstreets in search of the hotel. “Hey, darling’…” I said to her,.