It is on a smaller half-mile course. Then come theseniors, and finally the open." Blackie can do it. Three races the first day, and then two on Sunday..." Who will run the open? Me?" Robert asked."You could if you want to," Rachael said. "If not, I will run it."Robert whistled. "You run it. It would piss all those farmers off if a13-year-old boy beat them, but imagine if a 13-year-old girl does. Plusyou are faster than me."They were back at the stables, and they unsaddled and brushed out. The whole time we talked I was trying very hard not to stare at Jaime's perky, apple sized tits. It was actually tougher than I would have imagined. Apparently Jaime noticed my concerted efforts, much to my chagrin."I could go throw on some clothes and tell them I can't finish the night if it would make you fell better," Jaime told me matter- of- fact."No don't worry about it, I'm acting silly. I know this is your job and I understand about needing to make money. Hell, your mom and I were never. “Where’s your sexy bird, don’t tell me she’s stood you up Wetherby?” yelled fellow sixth former and all-round idiot, Robert Etheridge through the railings as he waited on the pavement for his father to arrive in the car. “Maybe I should ask her out myself and give her a damned good fuck, she looks like she could do with one,” giggled Etheridge. Piss off Etheridge you moron, she wouldn’t touch you with a barge pole and anyway, she doesn’t have sex with virgins,” responded Martyn as he decided to. Her curves were fuller. Her confidence was greater. Her smile even seemed brighter. I had spent more than a little time of late wondering if women really did just hit their stride in their forties, or if men that age were just beginning to realize the true pleasures of the 'weaker sex'. Whatever it was, Brooke looked fantastic as she turned in surprise at my unexpected entrance."Steve!" she gasped. "I didn't expect you home for hours!" That's obvious," I replied smoothly. "Just who were you.