"I hope it's nice and warm... I'm soaked clear through!" Oh yes... you'll dry out there!" Frank promised, nodding his head in a strange manner.The rai... poured down across the windshield of the car. Sylvie noted that the car was brand new and showed very little use. She speculated upon the amount of money that her husband Tim had added to his valet's pension, and surmised that it was probably a great deal. Frank ought to be very satisfied, she thought. There's no reason for me to worry! But what. Tea was a habit he'd picked up from his mother since neither of them could stand the taste of coffee. While preparing his tea, Scott paused a moment to wonder if Angie would want breakfast and, if so, what. He was still wondering when Angie walked into the kitchen dressed in jeans, boots and a long sleeved shirt looking more like she was ready to work than date. "I don't have any coffee. Sorry. I just don't drink it." What's in the cup then?" said Angie, grinning, "I don't drink it either.". I tried to but was not as successful as I thought. After about an hour of riding Daisy, named after my first dog, we went back to the barn and I dismounted with some difficulty. My thighs were stiffening and my ass was a little uncomfortable from the repeated bouncing on the saddle.Kira came out and showed me how to properly take care of the horse. She showed what to look for, how to brush and how much food and water to give. When she was done I gave her a half-bow and a thank you. Even after. It was the first night in a long time that I felt the need to stay this way, with not an inch of desire for sleep in me. Somehow, the stranger had gotten the best of me and he was all I could think about. His hair, dark, almost black was combed unevenly to the side and I still remember how his fringe stuck to his moist forehead when he was jerking off. He was about 6'1 and lean, not precisely strongly built like a body builder for instance, but I could tell he did his fair share of weight.