I was looking forward to a relaxing vacation and the chance to reconnect with my wife.I got a renewed taste of reality the next morning. Alisha was sc...eduled for a swimwear shoot at dawn on the hotel’s exclusive beach. She had woken me up with a kiss as she’d left the room.“It’s very early,” she whispered. “You stay in bed, I’ll be finished in a few hours, and we can have a late breakfast. You can come and collect me later.”I tried to sleep but I couldn’t, I showered and stood on the balcony. Helen led them out into the back to the new stable where the horses were corralled and waiting. Helen and Anne saddled the horses while Betty watched the process. Betty was a country girl in costume, only. Going to bars and clubs with Anne necessitated some of the clothes. But, she had no knowledge of saddling a horse and only a little experience on a horse.Once the horses were saddled and ready, Helen led Eclipse and the others followed her through the gate toward the house. She helped Betty. Then, the bottle became her lover, her confidant.So did any male who crossed her path.Many straight guys came to the bar, for a variety of reasons. Some to pick fights to show how manly they were; some came to try to find true love, as if any real lesbian would cross back over. Then there was Laurie. She could be so fickle.If a guy came around and offered to buy her a drink, she would act as though she was interested in them. There were a few times a guy would invite her to his apartment and. I wanted to shout down the phone that she was alright, but that would have been so wrong, in so many ways. “Yeah, I’m OK,” replied Emma, “I slipped a little getting out of the bath,” she responded quickly. I gave her ten out of ten for thinking on the spot, and another twenty out of ten for inventing such a lie and controlling her words so carefully. I could hear her breathe slowly and considerately. After all, her orgasm was still probably coursing through her veins as she was, so rudely,.