We went over to a friend’s house for a party he and his parents were throwing. Saw a lot of people from school I hadn’t seen in a while. We got ba...k about fifteen minutes ago. “Good. Any plans for the rest of the night?” If you only knew, I thought. “Nothing special,” I said, trying very hard to sound casual. “All right, well, I love you. Have a good night.” I swallowed. “You too. G’night.” I hung up the phone and went back to the living room, my heart beating at what had to. She knew most of the teachers at the high school and couldn’t imagine any of them being depraved enough to do what had been done to Trish. ‘Who, for God’s sake?’ she asked. ‘Tim said he’s a new teacher, but he graduated from Jamestown High about five years ago,’ Heidi replied. ‘His name is Morris, Ben Morris.’ ‘No!’ Nancy exclaimed. ‘It…it can’t be him! They have to be wrong!’ She didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew Ben didn’t do this horrible thing, no matter what the police thought.. There was nowhere else in the world that I could possibly have wanted to be at that exact point in time. Our friend was completely asleep now. She looked up at me; let me fall into her eyes, her deep blue eyes that reminded me of tide pools. Her hand came up and held the side of my face. I leaned forward and slowly kissed her, her mouth gingerly touching mine. I pulled back and looked down into her face once more. She smiled at me, inviting me in for a second kiss. I crept forward and claimed. It hit me that the horse’s cock was giving no indication of excessive swelling or pending climax of his own, much different from the previous times. That fluid they rubbed onto him … it had to be that … it really did work?A hand touched my arm and the horse stopped. Sylvia crouched down, “One of the women told me that the people are anticipating your first orgasm under the horse. I guess it is something of a ritual here, sort of a way for the village to unite with any woman who seeks to.