I loved to ride, but the cost was prohibitive, so my friend Annie, arranged for me to meet the old farmer, who owned the stables, for a job, 'Mucking ...ut' and caring for a chosen horse, that way I could get me riding lessons free, and be amongst the group of girls who ran the stables.His wife had passed-away early in the year, and he was drinking more, as he was on his own. The group of girls took over the responsibilities of looking after the stables, and as Annie put it, looking after him,. I loved him and wanted to make things work. And if that meant proving myself through a treatment program, it was something I was willing to do.Back at the Belleview Centre for Sexual Health, I paused in my reading, the pages of my confession still trembling in my hands as I glanced around at the shocked faces in my group therapy class. My gaze settled on Dr Clark, who struggled to regain her composure."Well, Stacey... that was... quite the relationship conundrum you created for yourself."I. ”“And in a few years, it would be enough to sustain your lifestyle as it is. Not to mention all the people who would help you.”“I hear you. But it is different from you and Samantha.”“True, though if you took her dad up on his offer it wouldn’t be.”“She told you?”“We’re trying to be good friends again. It’ll take some time, but we’re working on it.”“I suppose that’s good,” I said.The song ended and Samantha came over to take Jeri’s place in my arms, though Samantha danced MUCH closer than Jeri. She was finding the weight loss a struggle and exclaimed she was just destined to be fat. I told her she was far from fat and gave her a bit of a comforting hug telling her she looked fine and I thought she had done well losing 10 pounds. She asked me if I thought she was still attractive as a woman. I repeated the fact that she looked fine and told her, Lee, her husband was a lucky guy. I then left her to it and went to shower. When I came out of the shower and walked into the bedroom Julie.