Are you sure you're OK?" I'll be fine, Jack. Just give me a while, OK?" OK. So what are your chances of winning the title?" We've got a good team. Our...chances are as good as anyone's. As long as it's not rigged." You don't think it's rigged, do you?" Not really. But you hear people complain. It may be they weren't that good, it could be the judges. We'll do our best and see what happens." You'll be number one in my book, no matter what." Oh, Jack. You're so sweet."We pulled up and the floods in. A camera and operator was filming all this just a few feet from my face.To make the horse receptive to fucking me, what I first thought was a rag wiping up the copious amount of donkey sperm still dripping from my vagina, was actually saturated with the urine of a mare in heat.The horse that had, at first, looked at me with disinterest, was now a different beast. He stamped his feet. He shook his head and dribbled spit. Even his two handlers were having difficulty holding him.To make me even. With Fara out of the class that morning helping the police, the rest of the girls had had to work harder than ever. She was feeling energised, though. The previous evening’s sexual amusements had first made her feel embarrassed but they had also left her feeling more alive and somehow more aware of the world around her.It was raining. She wrapped herself up in a trench coat and ventured out for a walk. Sometimes she felt she needed just to spend a little time by herself, thinking about what she. However, I was still not happy. I realized I was not a killer, even though I wanted them dead. It was an oddly mixed feeling; how do you end someone without putting him or her in the ground. Then I had to admit to myself that yes, technically, I would be putting her in the ground. She just wouldn’t be dead when I did it!I wouldn’t be killing her. Though she just might wish I had.I pondered the question, of just what to do with her, Oh, I would carry out my plan to make her life a living hell;.