She then went and picked up her rental car, and drove to the spot she knew Mike would be eating lunch. He ate lunch at the same place every Tuesday, a...d that’s where she hoped they would see each other face to face for the first time. As she pulled up to the restaurant, she looked at the parking lot searching for Mike’s truck. Lo and behold…there it is. As she got out of her car, she tried to calm her trembling hands and strengthen her jelly legs. Sara walks into the restaurant, she scans the. Little Eli threw his arms out, holding his hands up as Cheyenne ran. He kept running around the racetrack as if he were still racing. He ran easily back around to where they had started, then galloped the rest of the way around the track slowly. He ran right to the winners circle without Eli even guiding him.There was a lot of money bet on the last race of the weekend. Most of the betting crowd had seen what was done to set up the young Paint from Crow Ridge. They’d put their money on a what. ”“Yeah and six weeks to figure out what to do. I joined a gym and went on a ridiculous diet and started working out every day. One week in I had this crazy idea, I put an ad on the noticeboard at the gym.”“Saying what?”“I said that due to unfortunate circumstances I had a booking for a holiday for two and I was open to offers, either bid to take the whole thing off my hands or someone to come share.”“And some handsome hunk made an offer.”“Actually no, a very nice woman did.”“Even more. ” The now elderly, homosexual dissipated, sadist as I said did not like being the servant of a woman, a wealthy, young sexual abuser of men, but needs must when the devil calls, and by the gods, the devil called loudly in this household. To say she was an “an abuser of men” is somewhat like saying an apple represents an orchard, she drove men to the limits of endurance and sanity. She whipped, she caned, she tortured them with a venom that had to be seen to be credited. Her assistants, seasoned.