Pat elected to ride horseback with Orlando. The coach was comfortable and well appointed. It was the first time Polly had ever been in a coach and she...was frightened at first but soon enjoyed it. She and Miz ‘Cinda giggled over how nice it was compared to the farm wagons they were used to riding. The road was not too rough and they made good time. In less than an hour the coach turned up a long drive between two rows of large oak trees. By sticking their heads out the windows they could see the. " It's okay, gimme a minute or two, I'll be fine," a voice came frombeside me.I shrieked at the male voice coming from the black lump of fur.It started moving. "Chill lady, your voice is like nails on achalkboard, by the way thanks for the rescue, Just saying, it'stotally gross to be eaten by those things, be digested and have topull yourself together again later."I was pressed up against the car door trying to figure out how to getthe fuck out out of my car. "What the fuck?" is about all I. My inner smile became my outer one as I watched keenly as the light drew nearer.I could hear a horse’s hooves, and the sound of wheels trundling behind.As the apparition drew closer I could make out a black horse sporting a black plume of feathers on its head, and what looked like a Romany caravan rocking and rumbling behind. At its helm was a seated figure driving the horse.At first, I didn’t think that the driver had seen me and was bound to run me over, but then the horse halted a few feet. He was not confident around girls because he had been abused as a child by his dad and mum. In fact he had been pleased when his mother had him adopted at the age of twelve, his adopted parents were totally different and turned out to be loving caring people; but they were unaware of his inner insecurities. In the back of his mind he had often wondered what happened to his younger sister and if she had suffered sexual abuse as a kid as well. Deep inside he hope she had not as he hated the.