I wheeled in, parked and opened the door. Cassie sat on a wooden bench. She was white as a sheet and doubled over in pain. Not only that she looked sc...red. Relieved to see me she said, "Where's my dad? I need my dad!"The ticket agent came over and asked if I knew Miss Reagan. I assured him I did, and Cassie confirmed that I was her neighbor. He then said, "I'm glad someone is here to get her. I think she is sick."He went back to the ticket booth. I sat down by Cassie and asked, "What's the. My dad is a horse breeder, mostly race horses, but when I wasn’t a boy and became interested in riding, he decided that I should go down this road. George was a present for my 16th birthday, but I wasn’t allowed to ride him seriously until he was a four year old. Dad said that was to give his bones a chance to mature, eventing is harder on horses than flat racing. In the mean time I had to build up a rapport with him, to be able to talk to him, calm him down when he got stressed so that he had. Sezand pe pat cu halatul desfacut,o priveam si mi se scula incet Imi spune: Eu ma culc,sunt obosita..sa stingi televizorul cand vrei sa te culci -bine....stiam ca de fapt vrea sa se umezeasca stiind ca o privesc,o miros si din cand in cand o mai ating O intreb daca vrea sa ii fac un masaj,stiam ca ii place si asa ii mai ating putin tatele si putin din parul de la pizda.. imi spune ca da si ii fac masaj...dupa un timp ma opresc..ea chipurile adormise... Statea pe spate...putin cracanata..ii. What's his number?"The phone lay between all three as it rang on speakerphone. It seemed to ring for quite a while, and they were almost expecting a voicemail to kick in when he finally answered."Hey," is all Carl said as he picked up. A squealing of girls could be heard through his earpiece, followed by one of them shushing the others."Hey, it's Nikki from precalc," The voice responded.He laughed once before responding with, "How did you get my number?"Giggling could be heard along with, "Brie.