Mr Rice got the van out and he and I went in search of our missing horse. We found him about three miles away. He had been hit by a lorry that was goi...g in the opposite direction. The lorry had bad brakes and the dumb horse had not had the sense to get out of the way. He was lying in the middle of the road, quite calm by the time that we found him, and the lorry driver was trying to soothe him. There was a lot of blood. Mr Rice told me to stay with the animal and the lorry driver while he went. ‘Antonia called me over, while Isabella went off to collect some dresses she thought would suit her requirements. ‘Isabella will give you some dresses to try on. Make sure you come out and show us how they suit you. I want something which is as sexy as you are.’ ‘It was a long shop and Isabella took my arm and guided me down the back. She seemed warmer now and chatted away in Italian, lifting up each dress. I made appreciative noises and smiled exaggeratedly. She ushered me into a neat cubicle.. Like everything else about her, it was tiny and was easily lost in my hand. I was looking at her when the receptionist called me to the phone.Unusually, it took some time before she faded from my mind, and by then I’d arrived at my destination. Cyril was waiting, talking to another rather attractive woman. As I approached and saw the young woman up close I quickly reassessed the ‘rather’ to a ‘very’. She looked anything between twenty-five to thirty-five years of age, had long red hair that. I stilled my movements to allow him a breath but when I did I heard a small whimper break free from his lips. "Blaez!" I looked at him in slight shock then I felt him lock his heels into me then thrust his own hips into mine. The movement threw my own head back allowing a deep growl of pleasure to rise from deep within me. He laughed softly with that beautiful voice I loved hearing then wrapped his trembling arms around my neck as our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.When the kiss ended he.