”“Can you ride a horse, Pedro?”“I have before, I reckon I can again. Have you?”“No, but I rode in a wagon pulled by two horses one time wh...n I was little.”“Maybe they’ll have a wagon you can ride in. If not, hell get on a horse. The horses they’ll have are gentle and never even run, much less buck and try to throw a rider off.”“If we have to ride mountain bikes and ride horses to find a way to get our hands on that damn money from them Manaras while Malachi sits on his ass in jail, we need to. Let me know when we can make this happen. I sent through the five hundred pound cheque for a 'personal appearance' just as you suggested. Anyway, my problem is my girlfriend. Well, she’s not actually my girlfriend, more of an online girlfriend kind of friend. We met on this erotica website that’s really cool, and has lots of nice fucking stories about, you know, fucking? Anyway, I met this girl, at least I think she’s a girl, and her name is FX94728y, but I call her Rosie. I really like her. We danced for a while and it didn’t take me long to realise that she didn’t want to waste any more time on the dancefloor and that she had more interesting activities in mind. We’d hardly got back to my flat before she dropped to her knees, unzipped me and began sucking me hard, rubbing my engorged cock all over her face and playing with herself at the same time. As she knelt there, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me and almost groaned, rather than said, ‘Fuck, I really want. . safe and well? No problems? Could I do something to, ehm, help, maybe?"There was a silence."Eric..." Her voice was soft. "I am so sorry I made life so miserable for you. You seem not yourself at all."My ears caught fire. Goddammit, it was she who cheated on me and I was the one shattered. Stop this, Eric!I cleared my throat."I worry about your safety, Irene. Maybe I shouldn't. Why should I, indeed? But I do."Silence."I am quite safe, Eric. Please don't worry."Her voice was soft."Phil is dead,.