Sherry looked up at me questioningly. "Gotta get out, babe, gotta take a leak." I said.With that she pulled back to allow me to move. I opened the doo... and swung out pulling my pants up to walk. Leaving the door open, I heard the buzzer going because of the keys in the ignition. The buzz quit as I neared a tree trunk. You know, it's better to water a tree than just grass, a guy thing you know. Just about the time I was letting go full force, Sherry walked up next to me and stood, watching me. My nephew bid on this big-assed blonde bitch that was constantly making fun of my sister and me. She seemed so full of herself. I don’t think I ever learned her name even though we often competed in the same pony contests.I knew women just like her when I was a stripper. She compensated for her lack of confidence and self-worth by hurting those around her. Those she couldn’t hurt she manipulated. Those she couldn’t manipulate she avoided.I know because I was just like her. I thought he may have. The man was sitting forward as far as he could in the saddle, and still couldn’t get the rawhide to let up any.“You just sit there real still like cow man, while we get your big brave friends taken care of,” Tom told him.Cal just stood and stared at the way Tom had tied the man to the saddle, he knew that as bad as the man’s leg was hurting, when the horse started walking, his balls were gonna hurt more.Tom looked to where the two girls were still huddled together and crying, their sobs were. But then why did something feel different this time? Was it that me and my boyfriend were having troubles, have been for months, and he was single once again, after four years in which he seemed to have lost the childish crush he had on me all those years back? I knew that feeling was still there somehow, it was obvious in how he was terribly careful not to touch me at all times, not even a friendly hug or a kiss on the cheek like with every other friend. And now we were watching an horror.