Paul could hear oneof the men telling the waitress to call an ambulance. He tried to getup, but was held down by one of the servicemen. "I'm a medic. ...ust lieback and take it easy. You've got a broken leg. An ambulance is on theway. You'll be fine. My name is James. What's yours?"Paul absorbed the fact that he had a broken leg before he answered. "Myname is Paul. I must have slipped because of my new boots. Are you sureit's broken?" Paul laid his head back on the floor for a moment after hesaw. I could feel our wetness against me as she suddenly seemed to collapse on to my chest. She gave a small shuddering breath against my lips as she slowed the grinding against me and let out a small Mmmmm. I laid there for a few minutes loving the feel of her small body on top of me, her breasts against my chest, her breath on my lips, the pressure of her crotch still lightly moving against mine. I was incredibly satisfied, but a bit curious as well. Honey? Did you just come? She leaned back to. Were taxis an oral aphrodisiac? No, that could never be it. Yet, somehow these wonderful plans were rarely implemented — though there were neither budgetary nor time constraints. Once we got home, the phone rang, messages had to be culled through, the neighbor would stop by with some complaint, the mail, who knows what. Regardless, Amanda, as I said, had tempted me too often with similar conceptual ideas that just never saw the light of day. Hence, for some time now I rarely permitted myself to. The girls had already grown out of believing in the magic of the holiday, but as a lark, they all agreed to include a paragraph from the squad captain, Sarah, about their desire to experience life as a Ponygirl reindeer slave. Sarah had been fascinated with the life of a Ponygirl after seeing the images on the web of the naked women in their harnesses pulling carts for their trainers while their asses were whipped by the expert drivers. All the girls knew of Sarah’s fantasies, and all of them.