“Okay, the truth is, I don’t think I love my husband. The kids are a real headache sometimes but in general I love them. I mean I love them even w...en they are giving me headaches. But my husband and I have always had sort of a cold relationship. Not a lot of touching. Sex a matter of process to achieve the goal of cumming. At least for him. I love the contact, the intimacy, that moment when I can finally get close to him if even for the short time. But I rarely orgasm. The guy never excites me.. Conroy then?" he asked."Mrs. Conroy? She's... um, who can I tell her called?" was the reply from a suddenly mildly flustered receptionist."This is her husband, please patch me through," he requested.After a noticeable short pause, then, "Oh, uh, Mrs. Conroy is tied up at the moment, and I'm not sure when she will be available. May I leave her a message?"Early thought for a moment, "No, I'll talk to her at home tonight. Just tell her I called," and he hung up.Something about the call didn't fit,. That is, the lower half would be a horse and the upper half a woman. Would you accept my request? Money is not an issue, but I trust you will charge me fairly.Yours truly,Mr. EttingtonAfter reading, I collected myself. I had plenty of human women and excellent breeds of horses, but had never attempted a cross-breed of this kind before. The more I thought about the proposition the more intrigued I became. "I will do it!," I told myself aloud. Now how to do it... I walked out to my stock house,. Nothing. Everything else will just have to wait a couple of hours. I walk in the front door and kick off my shoes and head for the bedroom. I shed my work clothes and fumble around in the dresser until I find an old t-shirt that I barely get on before falling into bed. I am asleep before my head hits the pillow. I am aware of nothing for the next three hours. As I begin to surface from the fog of a deep sleep, I’m immediately aware that something isn’t quite right. It’s much too dark…I’m sure.