There was a key for the little locker, it was about the size of an airplane bathroom, and I let him go first to unlock it and open it, I was supposed ...o wait for him to exit but I followed him in and I closed the door. He looked surprised but I said can you get me my shirt and untie the back of my johnny? He stood there after doing so and I put the shirt on and let the johnny drop to the floor and I turned to face him and I was more than half hard. I sat on the little bench and said so are you. “I’m a good lover, I do love women. I will treat yours with kindness and respect, the way I treat all women.” I looked at him closely and felt comfortable with his answers. I knew he and Mary had been dancing together at the club long enough for Mary to conclude that this young man was not violent or mean. I felt comfortable. I waited for a few days and, after Mary had a drink in her, I told her about what I had done and what I wanted to do. She agreed and laughingly we went directly to the. I still was really nervous and didn't know what to do, but before I could say anything, she walked over to me and started pulling my sweaty t-shirt up over me head. I let her do it and then she told me to get my dirty shorts and underwear off and that she would get me some shampoo to use. I removed my tennis shoes, pulled my shorts off but left my underwear on. She laughed some and told me I was acting silly and that she was too old to do anything with a boy like me. She left the room and I. "Someone who shoes horses. Why?" I thought that's what it meant. The sign on the back of that last truck said 'Grace Miller, Farrier'"."Grace has been shoeing horses since I was a teenager. She's never going to retire. Why? Don't tell me you're surprized that a woman does that kind of work." I guess I sound sexist, don't I?" A little. She doesn't do the smith-work. The shoes are all lightweight alloys now, not hammered iron bar-stock. Still, it isn't light work. Gracie still swings a mean.