Of the next several hours I remember only bits and pieces. There was a loud blast, some gunfire, screaming, and brief flashes of light, accompanied by...an occasional face peering into my eyes. At some point I was airlifted. I have a distinct memory of a black helicopter and some very large men, with very impressive guns standing guard around me.There was a moment of perfect clarity, when I opened both eyes and saw the earth dropping away. Intellectually I knew I was in the big, black chopper,. Even a riding crop! She looks totally cute (the pants make her ass look amazing) but it creeps me out a little. I know what she wants, so I start to strip off my clothes. She waits 'til I am totally naked (no socks, even) and then walks over to me, pulling a couple of sugar cubes from her pocket."How's Dusty today?" She asks. Yes, Dusty is my pony name. "How's my big boy?" I don't say anything, because I am, like, a pony, and they don't talk. I take the sugar from her palm with my lips, and I. It was almost four hours to the minute when we pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightsville Beach fishing pier. The two of them unloaded the bicycles and trailers, while I removed the small plastic trash bags with our personal items from the truck's interior.Marty had done his research. The purpose of the plastic trash bags was to keep our few extra clothes dry; the clothes were just in case of rain. The plastic credit cards would take care of clean clothes along the way. Even there, Marty. I knew I could do that and I was very tempted to try, but decided, given who she was, that I'd be a little bit more discrete about when and how I took her to bed.I noticed as I watched Jill that night that as she'd occasionally look in my direction, very shortly afterward I'd see her nipples growing hard and perky underneath the bodice of her dress. I saw her at least four separate times that night and it was very clear that when she was near me, someone was turning her on. Of course, I assumed.