Dalia followed, afraid of where Susan was leading her. Afraid not to go.They followed the hallway down, turning into Susan's bedroom. The scream of th... air conditioner, barely covered their soft breathing. Dalia felt the coolness on her skin. Uncertain what raised the tiny goosebumps.Susan stopped, turning to face her. Her tongue slowly moving over parched lips. A tiny whimper escaped Dalia's throat as Susan stepped slightly closer. Her fingers remained in Susan's, unwilling to break the. Do you fear?Yes.Will it stop you?The scene faded quickly as I gasped awake, sitting up and breathing fast, my heart rate thumping loudly in the darkness. I turned on the small light on my desk and tried to slow my body down. Something woke me up.I sat there for what felt like hours and had finally decided that I wouldn't discover the cause when I heard it again. A deep groaning sound, a crunch and then grinding, right above my room, almost like someone was up there.No way in hell is it Santa. ”“Right. I’ll see to the horses.”“I saw your father ride off on a quad earlier; I’m curious as to why the – uh – station still has horses.”“Because there are lots of places you can’t drive an ATV. And if there are a bunch of steers, it’s easier to maneuver them quietly from horseback that on a noisy bike.”“So we’re going to encounter your residents.”“I’ll say yes. But that’s a tough notion.”“I suppose so.”“They were here before my dad bought the property. Their ancestors were here while mine. Don’t make me pull you across my lap. I am in no mood for your protests.”Becky rolled her eyes and Michael raised an eyebrow as he gave a frustrated sigh. “Incredible,” he said as he grabbed her wrist and swiftly pulled her across his lap. He placed his hand on her ass and rubbed a bit. “You understand that all of your forgetfulness has created a lot problems for us? You were the one who wanted to go to this appointment and you didn’t even show up! What the hell was I supposed to do?” As.