A chill took him. Now Mondo leads the Horse People. I have left them seeking refuge here. Will you grant it?”I wanted to say yes without a hint of r...servation, but I didn’t. I was leader of this community and I needed to know more before making such a decision.“I grieve to hear that Agar sleeps in the spirit world,” I stated with true regret instead, “and I pray that the Earth Mother looks after him. Tell me more my friend. Mondo was also your brother. Why have you left him to journey. Yes,” interrupted Mark. I picked up my drink and finished it. “I’ll get the key.” I made my way to the reception area and picked up the key to room twenty one. Mark was a few steps behind me as we climbed the stairs. I could feel his eyes burn into the back of my body as I walked ahead of him. As we neared the top of the winding staircase, his hand reached between my legs and he stroked the inside of my thigh. I gasped aloud at his touch. His hand slid up and I found myself walking far slower. A white tennis skirt and hold-up stockings completed the vision that greeted me at the front door.June led me into the kitchen and pointed out the cupboard that had the pot on top. I offered to climb on top of the worktop to pass it down to her. June said "I can do it myself just didn't want to climb in case I fell and was lying immobile on the floor. I just want you to watch me incase I fall."June quickly got ontop of the worktop and as she reached up her skirt rode-up to show here nicely. He had obviously been working in the backyard for some time, as he wore an old faded pair of blue jeans and work boots. He wore no shirt, and his hairy and muscular torso gleamed with sweat, deeply tanned by the sun. She glanced back and forth from father to son and it was like seeing twins with twenty years between them! Her father was still ruggedly handsome at 42 years old and, except for some slight thinning back on his forehead, still had a full head of sandy hair, while flashing the same.