“She could be your daughter.”“Well, maybe… if I was 40 years old,” Kate said almost testily, and then smiled. “But I’m not. Not yet, a...yway. Besides, she isn’t a child. She’s 20!”“She’s 19,” I corrected.“Mmmm,” Kate replied, looking distractedly out the taxi window.We arrived back at the bungalow as the sun was setting over the valley. The moment we stepped inside the house, Kate wordlessly stripped off her clothes, grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. She then proceeded to. The weakness must havebeen there before, but made worse by all the running Robert had done onhim.She looked up and saw that Chocky was all saddled and ready to go. "Areyou planning to run bareback again?" Robert asked."No. I was just was waiting for some big strong man to take down thatsaddle that weighs almost as much as I do."Robert walked over and pulled down the big saddle, and thrust it up ontothe black's back, a major accomplishment for him, and he puffed out hischest as he buckled it on,. One of the producers, John Lilman approached me. "Richard, what are you going to do with your unexpected holiday?" I don't really know, Mr. Lilman."He nodded. "I have a cottage down on the South Devon coast. I get so busy these days I rarely get down there. Would you do me a favour and take a week or so there?" That's very generous of you." Not really, Richard. I have a project coming up later this year and I want you in it. Let's say one good turn deserves another." Don't tell me it's another. When we woke, I tried to get one last quickie in before work, but she rejected my advances.“Save that for tonight. You’re going to love what I have planned,” was all she’d say.So, when I got home from work around 4:30, I was horny and on the prowl. Again, she shrugged me off, telling me to clean up and help her with dinner. I took a quick shower, washing off the day’s sweat. My hair no longer matted to my head, my body no longer the smell of body odor and sweat, I joined her. I was still a.