She opened her eyes with surprise and looked into my face. "You really like horses, don't you?" I asked her. "I have a thing about them, if that is wh...t you mean", she said with a sexy look in her eye.I looked into her face for a long few seconds and then stood up. Shestarted rubbing her pussy with her hand. "Where are you going?" she asked."I'll be right back", I told her, as I walked over to the stall.I got Chestnut's saddle, the horse blanket and a set of reins that werehanging on the hook. In the basement. I remember that I was so fearful of the dark, very much afraid. I think I may have cried myself to sleep. I do not remember. I do remember one night hearing my mother scream, amidst the noise of shouts that I did not understand and door slamming and rifle butts against the walls of the house. Then, my mother she screamed again, loudly, making a sound that I did not know any woman or man could make." I crawled up from the basement, from my hiding place, and looked through the. Ever the pessimist, I made sure we had plenty of room for traffic problems, so we were at the location with plenty of time to spare. We ate up the excess by taking a little loop through the countryside.We were in the parking lot ten minutes before the appointed time. Jennifer and her husband showed up in a Cadillac. That was always the case. He was, at his best, a used car dealer, and every time they showed up, he was in what he thought was the part of his inventory most likely to impress. The. That dream wasn’t just a wet dream. That dream may have been real. This was it, this was what she had been longing for all those weeks. Niamf was here, he’d kidnapped her and now he would rape her, right? Although how could she know it was Niamf and not someone else? How could she know Niamf was not a psychotic murderer? She sat down on the bed again and put her head in her hands, she tried to think up a strategy. A way to figure out if this was real or not. She sighed deeply and held.