I wasn't sure whether or not he had turned gay or punk but I had known the k** a long time he was always decent so I tucked in my son and went out for...the night. I drank at the pub down the street until last call and cabbed my way home. When I got home the sitter was still up watching music videos on the television and eating popcorn. He welcomed me back in an overly excited way that made me a bit uncomfortable. I tossed my keys on the counter, went to the fridge for another beer and plopped. Although Miranda noticed that Patty Richardson nodded as she sipped her drink."Perhaps I should say 'we' horses have orgasms, since I should probably include myself if we're talking about sex."The silence that followed that remark made Miranda think she might pushed the 'horse thing' a bit too far. Then Sheila Blaisdell pushed things even farther."So you actually copulate with animals?" She asked, her tone divided between incredulity and disgust."I have nearly three feet of horsecock hanging. A large unorganized desk and chair against one of the other walls; with a ham radio above it. A bookcase that was fill with reading material another one next to it with a turntable and records. The cabin had four small double hung windows he used buckskins as curtains. Next to the front door were a lot of pegs that held crudely made fur coats and pants, nylon parkas and snowsuits. A variety of boots some made from with fur while others were lined in fur. There were shelves that held all kinds. “I don’t know babe. You were fingering my pussy, I was dozing on and off and so horny, then I got on top of you and kissed and it turns out it, I got on top of the wrong man”, She explained“What?”, I was lost“I didn’t know it was Oliver until he got inside of me.” She was high. “ In his defense, he did ask me, ‘are you sure?’ and I said ‘Just shut up and fuck me’ and he did”, she laughed it away.“That’s it?”“Honey, I’m sorry, what’s done is done. It will never happen again. I promise you”, she.