The next day, I was back on my horse headed south. I must say that I found the advice of the hotel clerk that I treat the bedbug bites with horse lini...ent to be right on the mark. It stopped the itching and minor pain right away, and was about as safe as any medical treatment could be at that time. I guess that it was the alcohol in the horse liniment that did the job, but whatever it was, it did work. From then on, I never went anywhere without a bottle of horse liniment in my pack.The rest of. ’ Everything south of my waistline clenched. I played it off. ‘Right.’ ‘No, really. I follow a routine used by almost every fit cop out there. It’s intense, if you’re looking for that.’ ‘Why does how I work out even concern you?’ ‘This gym is expensive. I want you to get your money’s worth,’ he shrugged. ‘I’m a student, so it’s built into tuition. Of course, I’ll have to pay it back later when I make all the big bucks,’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Ahh. So, you’re a student here at Illinois State? I. I wanted Erin to feel something close to what she had made me feel. I asked her if she had brought that strap-on with her on the trip.Yes, Erin said she had brought it because she secretly had been hoping to be with me sometime during the trip. So, then I asked Erin to strap it on me and hook it up. As soon as Erin had it strapped to me, I grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her back down on the bed. We wrestled playfully for a few minutes on the bed with the dildo popping out between us. Then. She wore red high heels to match her red dress, a year or so behind the local fashion, but certainly impressive. Adding to her noticeable presence, she wore nice evening makeup, and an elegant small watch. Real pretty with long black hair, and big blue eyes. Pale skin, and stereotypical Slavic features. She sat at the bar at a nearby free seat.We started chatting after she ordered. She had a vodka martini of all things. I had imported beer. The local beer was awful. Her name was Nicole. My name.