Mr. Woodstock had a look that on a human would have shown frustration. The steer didn’t like the feel of the noose as it settled over its neck and t...ok off at a run. Nigel didn’t have a chance of holding the running animal with his arms and came off his horse. He landed heavily and moaned. Mr. Woodstock looked down at his rider, turned, and raced after the steer. Zach rode over and waited for Nigel to get to his feet. The Englishman winched as he stood up and looked down at the rope burns on. This was a major decision time and after a very short pause Jackie said we should follow him but that she was only going to flash him and was certainly not letting him touch her. My emotions were all over the place as you can imagine, but I really had no choice but to go along with it. He stopped his wagon and we parked up in front of him and we got out of the car as if to stretch our legs. There was no-one else in the layby except for another truck further along. He got out of his cab and. We got to her bedroom, and she closed the door when we were both inside.Her room was the typical teenage girl's: posters on the walls of boy bands, footballers and a couple of actors from an Australian soap opera. There was a lot of pink, and the room was dominated by a double bed, covered by a duvet with a pink cover. She yanked that onto the floor, on the far side, revealing a purple satin under-sheet, which she sat on, leaning back against the headboard, and spreading her legs slightly. She would almost rather take her whipping now and get it over with. Cade took her by the hand and led her back inside the house.Callie shook her head, "Don't ever take off like that again Ashley," she warned."Are you going to whip her daddy?" Jessica asked."Shut up Jess," Harley said angrily.Jessica had grown fond of Ashley and she didn't like the idea of her getting whipped. "She's MY Ashley," Jessica said.Cade was stunned to hear Jessica's words. He walked over and picked up Jessica and.