Horses have very long memories. In fact, I think a horse remembers everything from the time it is foaled until it draws its last breath. It only takes...a flick of the ear to communicate between them. The entire time a horse is grazing, it is listening. It pays attention to everything. When that brown gelding I sometimes rode turned his eyes to me, I knew we needed to head to the barn.Caitlin and I could see them—sense them—long before we got to the paddock. And there was such a joy that I’d. Eagerly I roughly maul one boob. My hand over her mouth feels vibrations from a deep moan. Taking a chance I release her mouth and as she nestles her head into my neck I’m able the maul both boobs; awesome! While teasing her nipples roughly, a deep moan escapes her mouth. I freeze. This is not my wife! Seeing me stop I hear, “That’s right Dave. It’s not me.” Looking over my shoulder I see my wife standing in the hall with a bag of groceries in each hand.“I thought it was…..” “Maybe” my wife. “And yes, I called my investor on the way home.”“It clicks with this assassination attempt too,” he reminds her.“Is there anything that can tie him in besides the fact he has the money for it?” she asks.Spencer shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. You have his file.”“Oh, so I do.” Sam shifts, pushing folders around until she finds the one she is looking for. Flipping it open, she says, “Says that he is the head of the International Bank of Trade and Commerce. He holds a dual citizenship her and. "What, honey?" Emily called from the master bedroom upstairs.Brad realized that his wife had left the living room for bed but that as usual she could not sleep and was lying in bed awake watching TV. He went upstairs and gave her a kiss, assuring her that everything was ok."I miss Carl," she said, not recognizing that Brad's glasses were missing."I know honey. So do I." Are you coming to bed?" Soon." You have to go to work tomorrow." I know honey. Go to sleep." Uh huh, soon."Brad returned to.