He took one step toward the shower opening when he heard her say, “Imagine coming in to take your morning shower and finding her waiting for you ins...de.” When he reached the shower he found her inside with her hands against the wall and her feet spread apart with water running down her back and over her shapely ass. “Would this be a good morning welcome?” she asked. It took 30 seconds for him to strip off his suit, socks, shoes and underwear and be standing behind her with his stiff shaft. ”“Only nice part about riding a horse,” Zanyia said as she scrambled up on to the back of Sven's roan stallion. She hugged him tight, her tail swishing behind her. “The saddle feels good on your pussy.”Carsina nodded her head as she mounted her piebald mare. “That is... nice.”“This is all going to be over soon,” Greta said, smiling at me.“Yeah,” Sven said, his words hard. He heeled his mount forward.Ealaín, sitting tall on a black stallion, joined him. She looked as resolute as Sven, the pair. Body needs name. Culprits, crooks, criminals, crankheads, call girls… all get pet names. Each gets nickname. Seperates me from them. Takes familiarity, humanity, out of equation. Easier to drop Whorehopper off overpass than Paul Jenkins. Easier to break Dope-Pusher’s neck than John Smith’s. Body’s name is Thomas Coffee. Sixteen years old. Blue eyes. Black hair. Driver’s license expires two days short of one year from now. Means Body… Thomas… means Thomas got driver’s license Tuesday. Address,. Madison watched for a moment, then glanced at Jeff.Jeff, propped against one of the machines where he had a good view of the action said, "Don't look at me. They trash my butt so easily that it's embarrassing, and even then, I have a hunch that they're taking it easy on me."A moment later, Arlene triumphantly finished, followed a couple of minutes later by Ann doing the same."You slacked off at the last," Ann accused as she turned to Arlene. "You could have finished ten minutes ago."Arlene.