Theyhadn't exactly been friends, but they'd had a lot of mutualacquaintances and ran into each other quite a bit back then."No, I don't think so, sir.... He said as convincingly as possible."Really? We never dated or anything before?" No sir," Gerry blushed and shook his head."Really? You seem so familiar to me..." Bob," one of the older men said. "Stop flirting and let's get down tobusiness." Yeah, sorry, dad," Bob Williams said. Then, looking back at Gerry, hesaid, "I'll think of it, honey." He. I hope I'm in it" She ran a hand lightly over the soft fur between his ears. He did not wake. She forgave his prolonged slumber, as he had been particularly energetic the previous night. Plus his tongue muscles were going to hurt like hell when he awoke.She heard movement downstairs and smelt the aroma of a breakfast that would give a nutritionist a coronary. Hungry from the exertion of the night before, she unceremoniously shoved Moos head onto the bed and slid with a wince to a posture that. "Green Party..." he said with clinched teeth, his lips drawing back as if retreating from the poison words. He stared at a photo of his daughters that sat on his mahogany desk. He grunted, and slammed his fist down. Stonemiller snatched the photo. He looked upon the smooth faces of his daughters, and growled. Sandra was his eldest daughter at 24. She had inherited her mothers looks with her dark red hair and blazing green eyes. In the photo, the straps to her tank top had fallen off of her. I suppose I was ripe.My aunt had recently been given an old horse that a neighbour could no longer afford to look after and he lived in a small stable on the farm. I love horses and like riding but he was a bit too old for anything more than just a slow walk around with me on his back. Aunt had no saddle only a bridle so I put a blanket over him and rode him bare back. In fact we were both bare back. I used to ride him naked, I loved the feel of him between my legs and I rode him slowly all.