A woman in tight, white jodhpurs and tall riding boots got out of the small car. She wore a white blouse with a small necktie, and a grey riding jacke... despite the warm temperatures. She had a rosy glow about her as though she’d been exercising.She challenged him, “Excuse me. What is your interest in our horses?” Her tone verged on angry.Dave nodded at the woman, “I think they’re the most beautiful creatures on earth, present company excluded, of course.”“What are you doing?” The slightly nasty. “I’m so glad you’re back,” Chuck said with the raw emotion of relief heavy in his voice.“With a welcome back like that, I think I’ll go away more often,” Betsy said with a pleased smile.“I was worried about you,” Chuck said.“We talked every day on the cell phone.”Chuck said, “It’s not the same as holding you in my arms.”“I’m going to spend three days and nights in your arms. Nothing is going to get me out of your arms,” Betsy said.Standing off to the side, Sally had tears in her eyes. She wiped. "Well, what are you waiting for? Sitdown." Dan sat on Harry's lap and Harry started rubbing Dan's crotch."Danielle Oliver-Naylor please," the receptionist called out."Get up Danielle, it's your turn to see the doctor," Kyle said."What doctor?" Dan questioned as he stood up."The one who will change your life, and your body," Harry said as hepinched Dan's ass.Dan slowly walked toward the receptionist; his balance was non-existentbecause of the heels. The receptionist smiled as Dan got nearer to. The broadsides were stapled from the ground to as high as he could reach and all the way around the pole. About twenty posters, I guessed, each for a different band or venue. He stepped back and took pictures of the pole from all sides on his cell phone, then closed up his kit and walked over toward Denny. I shook my head, knowing that by noon, Jared would come out and tear them all down while muttering about how he’d call the police if they didn’t already have too much to do. He and the owner.