My mind was racing, last time I had seen Verity she was a friendly if slightly awkward Nineteen year old, not really comfortable in her skin. This see...ed a stark contrast to the confident, chatty girl who had just spent over an hour talking to me.I pitched up bright and early on Tuesday, another sunny day. The apartment was in the smarter part of town, a small complex which looked well maintained. I rang the bell and Verity opened up, looking very business like in a figure hugging black. I guessed that was alright. I sure wished I could see her. Fly boy? She called me fly boy. Hmmm. ‘You don’t move. You are hurt bad. I’ll try to fix you. We already sent a message to your company. Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you any more.’ Apparently, I was nude. I had a cloth laid over me. She picked the cloth up. ‘I wash you now,’ she remarked. I felt her little hands washing my body. I passed out just before she got to the good part. Damn! I had no luck at all. When I came to, I could remember. " You should learn to ride properly, like me." Haha, haha. Stop it!"It was time I got down, so I crouched to take my weight on my arms, then let my legs down the side of the horse. I was now sitting, but still facing backward, so I asked, "Happy now?" You're facing the wrong way!" Oh. I wondered where the Old Girl's head went." I swiveled around to face forward, adding, "There it is."We were clear of the stable area, and into an open field, so it was presumably time to press the accelerator.. She didn’t know when she started to look down, but before she knew it she was hugging herself protectively and keeping her gaze on her sire’s shoes. He really did always know everything.“I am the sheriff. It’s my job to know things.”“I ... had to act fast. I d-d-didn’t know who he was, or what he’d d-do.”“He spotted you through your discipline.”Oh no. “He ... yes.” She could feel her insides trying to make her whimper, but without the blush of life going, she had no tears or the muscle.