Perhaps a ride would be a nice diversion. Besides, she’d been hearing all week about the new stableman. This would give her a chance to dress him do...n. ‘How in the world could anyone see ANYTHING in a man who shovels horse excrement?’ The very idea made her skin crawl. Still, all her old friends who had come to visit since she’d come home had raved about him. Even prim and proper little Janine had made nearly sexual intonations about this-this ‘groomer.’ It was disgusting! A good dressing down. The night wore one and more wine was drunk, were were both drunk, as she asked me a question I feared as a teenager, 'When you used to pop in did you ever steal my panties ?' After a short period of silence on my part I came clean and said yes, she sat back and said 'I thought it was you' more silence on my part, the glasses were filed and we went onto catch up on the previous years, after another glass or two she asked my 'What did you used to do with my panties?' another silence followed as. I come home with pot smoke on my clothes. I mean, I can mouthwash the liquor off my breath, shower so I don’t smell like I was smoking weed and fucking all night ... but they’ve caught the smoke on my clothes.“Besides ... I’m nowhere near as “yes-Mother-yes-Father” as I was. I’m standing up to them ... partly because I’m realizing just how happy they were with the ‘fat-girl-nobody-wants’.”“You discussed moving out when school’s done with?”“Well, prior to all this,” Reggie said, motioning at the. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Di... did that just happen?”“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, my love. You have a lot of questions. I can help you with those, but you have to come to me.” He gracefully extended his hand toward me. I had a flashback of that same hand sliding between my thighs and into my wet cunt last night. Everything about this man was refined and elegant yet with an underlying sinister and sexual appeal. I found myself lifting my hand to his.“No, I’m not going to you,” I said.