” “No” he stated in his commanding voice. “You decide right here and now or you walk out and we never do business again. Your choice. Your car...er.” The two sat there staring at each other, but it was clear who had the control. Phillip was the first to speak “Stand up, walk over near that wall or walk out that door and don’t come back.” Carolyn’s mind continued to race, as she stood up. She needed her job, she had rent and other bills to pay. But she didn’t just, wasn’t the sort of woman that he. It turned out to be a mare. Somewhat smaller than Patch and very bossy, but Patch seemed to like her. Donna didn't like the mare's existing name, so she changed it to Penelope (I'd been too chicken to suggest "Julia").Mom and Dad put Donna in charge of paying all the bills for her new property, getting it ready to support horses, and all the costs of feeding and caring for Patch and Penelope. Oops, make that "Penelope and Patch" (Penelope always insists on going first). Donna was writing out. There was a slight lull in the song just after the end of the chorus,before I started my rant all over again. There were multitudes of thingsto complain about and hate this guy for, but once again I launched intothe chorus at the end, and I expressed the love that still existedbetween us.Then the song changed, and I was no longer the negative girlfriend whowas poisoning our relationship. Instead, I was the one with her eyesopening, really seeing him for the first time. The dancer and I. Most cyclists are a friendly bunch and willing to help each other out as needed and I came to a stop by the rider, instantly seeing a front wheel that was bent and made the bike useless to ride. ‘Shit, ‘ a female voice exclaimed. ‘Stupid deer.’ ‘Hi, I saw you fall. Are you alright?’ ‘Hey. I scrapped up my knee pretty bad and my bike’s a mess.’ ‘Well, I have a first aid kit in my truck and we can get your bike back to your car. I’ll carry it for you if you’d like.’ She chuckled and looked up at.