I laughed to myself eating my toast wondering how the day would play out. I got dressed and headed out into the yard to help take care of the flood of...early riders. There was a hint of frost on the ground and a chill in the air. Jackson had the office huge dispensers filled with both coffee and hot chocolate for the clients. They eagerly chatted and drank before mounting their horses for their rides. The many trails that wove around the property are more than enough to provide a good workout. " All four of the lads were checking me out. They could tell I was looking pretty disheveled. One whispered to Simon and he clocked that there was something in my hair. Steve had started to pull away, when Simon called out, "Excuse me Miss." Steve stopped, damn him. "Yes?" I said. "Are you all right?" "I am fine thank you." He smiled, "Do you work for the club, for my dad?" I smiled, "Yes, I do." "Then what are you doing out here?" "Ah. Mr. Webster here was showing me the fundamentals." "I bet. Bit of a tease really. I always thought she was a bitch. “Traffic was crazy!” I lied. “I’m really sorry, do you have time or should I come back tomorrow?” I knew she’d let me stay. This time I’d done my homework here. “No! Don’t worry about it! I’ll just close up and then we can get down to business.” She swished quickly around me to lock the door and then around the store tidying up whatever needed it. I looked her over as she did so, trying to get the best look I could at her body. She. I must say that during the three years we were together, she was Sherry 1 about 80% of the time. I also had a lot of admiration for strong women. My mother was a weak woman and let people take advantage of her. She always seemed to be the victim. A woman who could not be manipulated or take any shit from anybody was refreshing. Once when she was in her ‘bitch persona’, she got a call from a couple of college ex-boyfriends who were in town to come out for a couple of drinks. I knew it meant.