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THE HORSE SHOW =-= Afterwards
Staring into the late Summer sky, Jacey Saunders watched the planes flying overhead and she could smell the smoke that burned at a distance on the mountainside. The Endless Summer Range was once again in the deep throes of burning passion, maiming and killing all in its deadly path.
Tossing her mop of brown hair, that was cut badly and terrifically short, Jacey heard sounds behind her. The loud screaming of the terrified horses in the grounds near to her and she turned briefly, letting her eyes fall upon the gleaming hide of a large black stallion. He reared on his hind legs, his eyes white rimmed in fear, as he gazed at the thick clouds of smoke above him. The fifty or more Arabian mares milled around behind him, some tentatively nibbling the greengrass, while others attempted stampede in the race to run away.
Staring at the animals, Jacey tried not to think about her own past, and the young girl who had so destroyed her lifelong dream. Jennifer Rowe, she'd killed Tara, the only person, or girl, that she had ever loved. She had also set deep fears into Jacey's heart and turned her away from the horses she so adored.
Sighing, Jacey allowed herself to walk across the grass, and she held her palm out to the gleaming, terrified stallion. He whinnied at her, a shrill, terrified scream that made her ears hurt, before he settled his soft downy nose into the palm of her hand. Jacey held his neck, rubbing under his mane, as the stallion closed his eyes, growing calm under her touch.
"What are you doin to my horse?" A voice called, and Jacey spun violently, startling the stallion. He reared again, his hooves striking the air above her head. Jacey ducked away and turned to stare at the pretty blonde girl running towards her. The girl looked around twenty-two, with wide blue eyes and her blonde hair was straight and ran down to the tops of her jeans. She had a small delicate frame and was thin, with not much muscle to her body.
"I was trying to calm him down. He's scaring the others..." Jacey said defensively. "If he scares them all, then all we're going to have here, is a massed mob of terrified horses, that you can't control. By keeping their leader calm, you will be imparting some calmness into the mares, who will follow his lead." Jacey continued.
The blonde girl stared at her, then laughed, "Right, so you know your horses. Great, good for you. I don't have a fucking clue!" She said.
Jacey raised one eyebrow at her, while reaching her hand back to the black stallion. "You own all these horses and don't know anything about them?"
"Nope. They're my so called inheritance. I don't even know a thing about any of them, except their names, which are in a big book that I was also given when I got them." The blonde stared apprehensively at the black stud. "He seems to like you."
"He's just frightened of the fires. They shouldn't be here." Jacey said.
"Well, I've got the horse trucks, but they don't all fit into the truck. I can only transport about ten at a time." The blonde tossed her hair. "I'm Caroline Combs by the way. My friends call me Carol."
"I'm Jacey Saunders." Jacey said, shaking the small, delicate hand.
"So, seeing as you know horses, can you help me?" Carol questioned, her blue eyes soft as she watched Jacey's face.
"I guess I could... Can you drive?" Jacey asked.
Carol gave a deep, relieved sigh. "I can do that. If you wait here, I'll go get the truck..."
"Wait, do you have halters, lead ropes, blankets, bell boots, travelling gear... Anything at all for all of these horses?"
Carol stopped in her tracks and blinked. "I have a big crate with a lot of stuff in it, but I have no idea what any of it is." She shrugged. "It's in my shed. You know what you're looking for, so if you want to have a look, you're free to. I can go and get the truck. I need to drive to town to pick it up, it's sitting on the corner for sale."
Jacey nodded and Carol opened the garage door, allowing Jacey inside. The crate of horse gear filled up more than half of the double door garage and Jacey yanked it open, before climbing inside. Throwing the gear over the top, she climbed out and picked it up, making her way to the paddock.
When Carol returned with the enormous truck, Jacey was busy wrapping the leg of a brown mare with a thick red bandage. Carol bit her lip. "What happened?"
Jacey flipped her thumb at a broken fence rail. "Fire truck went screaming past and the horses freaked out and tried to get through the fence. They were pushing against it and the wood snapped, I managed to scare them back the other way, but this one here tried to go back through and the wood stabbed her in the leg. It's not so bad. I just don't want it to get infected."
Carol nodded. "I saw that you got some stuff out of the box. You want me to bring anything else out?"
Jacey nodded. "The stuff I need is on the floor. If you could just get it and pile it up over where that hole is."
Carol hurried into the shed and carried the piles of gear out of the shed. "Now what?"
Jacey pointed to the six horses tied to the fence. "Can you get that lot in the van?"
Carol nodded. "Sure. It can't be so hard." Grabbing the purple lead rope of a small mare nearest to her, Carol led the horse through the gate and up to the van. The moment the horses hooves touched the ramp, she halted and would move no farther. Carol tugged on the rope, then pulled it on it. The horse would stretch her neck out, but would not move forward an inch. Carol wailed.
Jacey looked up from her job with one of the horses. Watching Carol with the small golden mare, Jacey felt herself beginning to laugh. Carol looked so rediculous, her face was red as she strained desperately to get the horse into the van. Carol looked at her indignantly.
"This is totally not funny."
Jacey hurried over to her, taking the lead rope in one hand. She stood beside the mare and with her hand, she gave the little animal a firm slap on the haunches. The mare whinnied loudly, then rocketed up the ramp. Jacey followed, removing the lead rope before cross-tying the mare into a stall.
Grinning, she handed the lead rope to Carol who shook her head.
Night time was falling as Jacey and Carol reached Lunar Brook Stables for what was the sixth time. The horses in the back of the truck were the final batch of the fifty seven horses that were once in the paddock. Amongst them was the large black stallion that Jacey had discovered was named Red Rock.
Pulling up in the expansive gravel driveway, Carol sighed and cut the engine. "We're here. Are we done?"
Jacey laughed, "Almost. All we do now is get this bunch out, take off all of their trims, and let them into the paddock. Then we're done for the night."
"Tell me again, who owns this place?"
"My mother and father. They died a year ago and left it to me. I can't stand to live here though. There are so many memories." Looking out the window, Jacey sighed. "Not all of them are good."
Carol bit her lip as she looked at Jacey's sad expression. She reached out a hand and brushed it against Jacey's arm in comfort. "Well, maybe if you tried to get some good memories into the place, it wouldn't be so bad."
Jacey looked at Carol, with her face questioning.
"You saved those horses. Thats good. If you didn't have this place, those horses might be dead tonight." Carol said. "And you made a friend."
"I did?" Jacey asked.
"You did. Even if you don't want me, I'm forever your friend for all of this help."
Jacey smiled, then laughed as she looked out the window. One of the larger palomino mares galloped past with a dark blur that was another horse in pusuit. Opening the door, Jacey and Carol went about the job, removing blankets and boots, before releasing the horses into the paddock with the others. Carol grinned.
"It's done."
"Yup." Jacey said, as she picked up the gear. Unlocking the stable, she moved easily in the darkness and deposited the blankets in the tack room, before returning to the dimly lit stable yard. "So, how'd you get all of these horses, anyway?"
"An uncle. He was a breeder, he owned three stallions and three times as many mares. The group was split into three and my two sisters got the other horses. This lot was what I got. And the truck. My sisters were crazed that I got the truck."
Jacey laughed. "What are they doing with all of their horses?"
"Rory is keeping hers, but she doesn't even know why. She just likes them, thinks they are pretty, even though they are eating her out of house and home. My other sister is selling hers cheap."
Jacey lowered her head, deep in thought for a moment. "Cheap you say?"
"She'll sell the whole heap, thats fifty seven horses, for less than five hundred each. If you only buy one horse, well, she wants top price, but if any one person can take them off of her hands, quick and easy, then, you get a real bargain." Carol pulled a piece of hay out of her hair. "Why do you ask?"
"What are you doing with your horses?" Jacey asked.
"I hadn't thought about it yet."
Jacey nodded. "Well, think it over. I might have a proposition for you."
Carol opened her mouth then closed it again. "Um, okay..."
Jacey nodded. "Lets go inside and have something to eat."
Inside the house, Jacey raided the cabinets and pulled out the longlife foods, canned goods, of all varietys and shapes. In the freezer, more than a dozen microwavable pizza's were frozen to the walls. Jacey removed a few, throwing them into the microwave, before clicking it on.
The two girls spoke as the pizzas heated and before long, Jacey felt herself warming to the little blonde girl. She felt comfortable in her presence and even more surprisingly, she felt comfortable within this home that she normally felt so alone and sick in. Grabbing a bottle of wine from an old rack in the kitchen, Jacey poured herself a glass, before she started to pour one for Carol.
"Oh, hey, no, I have to drive home!" Carol objected.
Jacey laughed, "This place has five rooms and guest quarters, you can stay the damn night. Besides, I doubt you want to get back in that smelly horse truck, do you?"
Carol tilted her head, "Welllll......." she said, dwelling on it, before laughing.
"I have a car in the garage, I can drive you home in the morning." Jacey said, sipping her wine.
Carol drank her wine easily, and by the time the pizza was ready, she was on her fourth glass.
The two girls moved into the kitchen, and Jacey blinked, drunkenly, trying to cut the pizza with a large knife. Holding the side of the tray with one hand, she stabbed the pizza with the knife and tried to cut it. As she stabbed it, the blade slid through the cheese, stabbing her in the side of her fingers.
"Owch!" Jacey shrieked, holding up her hand. Quickly, she stuck it under the tap, washing off the blood. Carol moved beside her, putting her chin on Jacey's shoulder. She held Jacey's hand up to her face so she could examine the cut.
"It's not so very bad. You just need to suck on it, it will make the bleeding stop." Carol said, whispering in Jaceys ear. Jacey turned her head slightly to look at the little blonde girl. Carol smiled lightly, before taking Jaceys hand and slipping the finger into her own mouth. Lightly, she sucked it into her mouth, caressing the finger with her tongue.
Jacey held her breath, feeling suddently overcome with dizziness. She turned and leaned her weight against the bench, and Carol lowered the hand, her lips parted, she stared at Jacey, heady lust in her normally calm blue eyes. Jacey let out a breath, and Carol rolled her tongue over her own lips, before planting her hands on either side of Jacey, against the bench.
Jacey closed her eyes, feeling tremendously dizzy. "Carol?" She asked.
"Shhh..." Carol said. Lightly, she pressed her mouth to Jacey's and kissed her with tender wanting. Jacey fell into the kiss, sliding her hands around Carols waist. Carol slid her tongue against Jaceys lips and Jacey opened her mouth, wanting to taste the other womans mouth, but Carol held back, teasingly running her wet tongue along Jacey's lips. Jacey ran her own tongue against the wetness on her lips, before lightly licking Carols red mouth, tasting the residue of lipstick and spit that was there.
Carol moved away, sighing deeply, before shaking her head. She suddenly seemed more distant, and she looked at Jacey. "I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that..." She said.
Jacey looked at her, creasing her brow questioningly. "It's ok..." she said.
Carol shook her head, "No, it isn't, it really isn't. I'm going to go."
Moving quickly, Carol gathered her jacket and her shoes, before hurrying outside. Jacey hurried after her, stopping the blonde woman out on the dirt drive. "What are you goin to do? You can't drive? You've been drinking!"
"I will just sleep in the van!" Carol yelled.
"What is wrong with you?" Jacey asked, "What was so wrong with what you just did?"
Carol jerked to a halt, her jacket dropping to he dirt. She sun quickly. "It's just wrong!" she replied.
"It's wrong to be a lesbian you mean?" Jacey asked. Carol cringed at the word. Jacey felt her frustration mounting. "Whoever told you that, Carol... it's not wrong."
Carol took a shaky breath and tears sprung to her eyes. Jacey moved closer to her and Carol turned away, a sob running through her body. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it anyway." She rubbed her eyes with her hand. "You probably hate me now."
Jacey held out her hand and brushed Carol's hair off her face and back over the tiny, white shoulder. As she did so, Carol turned to her, blue eyes gleaming with tears. Jacey took the tiny woman into her arms, holding the quivering body against her. With her hands, she held Carol's face up to the light, and pressed her mouth against the ruby lips. Carol responded by moving her arms around Jacey's body, clasping her closely as they kissed under the light of the moon.
Finally, the kiss broke, and Jacey held Carol close. Taking her hand, she led the younger girl to the barn, where she flicked on the lights. The barn lit up and Jacey easily led Carol up into the hayloft. Once there, she kicked a bale of hay away, pulling up a canvas bag. She held it out to Carol.
"What's this?" Carol asked.
Jacey opened it, pulling out a photograph of Tara, the first girl that Jacey had ever been with. Carol looked at it.
"She's beautiful."
"I slept with her. Only once. It was when I used to be a horsewoman. I rode in shows with my two horses, and we were the leaders of the show. We won so many prizes, that some people couldn't stand it anymore. A girl named Jennifer Rowe tried to kill me one day because she wanted so badly to win. But she didn't. She killed Tara instead."
Carols jaw dropped. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jace!" She exclaimed, her face sad.
Jacey sighed, then emptied the contents of the bag onto the floor. A thick rubber strap on, along with various sex toys clattered to the wooden floor. Carol held up the strap-on and blinked widely. Jacey laughed. "Being a lesbian isn't as wrong as you think. I mean, if this sort of thing is available commercially... It can't be so wrong, can it?"
Carol flicked the switch on it and the strap on buzzed to life. Carol dropped it in surprise and Jacey laughed. "I never knew. I mean, I've never been with anyone before."
Jacey looked at her out of the corner of her eye, "How old are you?"
Carol bit her lip, "I'm seventeen. Eighteen in a few months."
Jacey nodded, "Thats not so bad. I was eighteen when I was with Tara. All of this stuff is hers. Her parents gave it to me, because they thought it was disgusting having it around and I was the only person who knew about it, so they told me to take it."
Carol quickly turned off the strap on, as it vibrated across the floor against her leg. Jacey removed her trousers and slid the strap on over her legs, she modelled it proudly. Carol started laughing. Jacey sat down, still wearing it.
"You've used all of these things?" Carol asked.
"Sure have." Jacey answered. "Wanna see how they work?"
Carol nodded, holding up a small vibrating butt bullet. "What does this do?"
Jacey grined widely, then took it from Carol, before grabbing the girls shirt and pulling her close. Carol shrieked in surprise as her jeans slid across the wooden floor. Jacey looked at Carol, raw lust in her eyes and Carol bit her lip, nervous. Suddnly, Jaceys lips were upon hers and Carol didn't have time to think.
With careful force, Jacey held Carol to her, as she probed the wet depths of Carols mouth with her own tongue. Removing one hand from the pale skinned back, Jacey began to slide her fingers under the pale blue shirt, allowing the tips of her fingers to lightly graze Carols nipples through her bra. Carol jumped slightly, then pressed herself forward, straining for more pressure against her breast.
Jacey gripped the shirt tightly, then moved her mouth away from Carols, only long enough to remove the shirt, before she slid her mouth back over the wet, ruby lips of the younger girl. Carol kissed her back, hard and lustful, as she held Jacey's arms, pulling the dark haired girl to her.
Jacey easily unbuckled the pale pink, satin bra, and the slid it down Carols arms. The two girls moved away from each other as Jacey feasted her eyes on the round, perky breasts now revealed to her. Carols nipples were pale and pink and small. Jacey brushed her thumb across one of them and Carol bit her lip, her breathing now heavier than before. Leaning down, Jacey took the breast into her mouth, sucking the tight, hard bud between her teeth. Carol threw her head back, moaning slightly.
As Jacey sucked the delighful pale tit in her moth, her hands grappled with Carol's jeans. Finally, the zip released and Jacey tugged them lightly, sliding them down Carol's legs. Every bit of the girl was white and Jacey ran her fingers through the mess of blonde downy pubic hair. Taking hold of the breast with her hand, she slid her tongue down to Carols mound, making a damp trail through the hairs.
Lightly, she parted the pale pussy lips with her tongue, before her mouth fell upon Carol's clitoris. Lightly, she kissed it and Carol gasped loudly, moving her hands against Jacey's head. Jacey rolled her tongue delightfully over the hard round bud and Carol jerked each time, her grip becoming harder on Jacey's hair. With one hand, Jacey pushed Carol back, until the pale, thin body of the girl was lying back, naked against the mounds of straw.
Jacey moved away so that she could completely remove the blue jeans from Carols legs, before she removed her own shirt. Carol's eyes didn't move away from her body as Jacey undressed, still wearing the thick rubber dick on the front of her. Carol held out her hands to Jacey and Jacey paused for a moment, it felt peculiar, this woman before her looked so young, her breasts, small and perfect and ripe on her chest, while her body was thin and weak. She looked no older in body than a twelve year old with overdeveloped cleavage.
Carol made a weak moan and Jacey moved to her side, allowing Carol to press her lips against hers. As Carol kissed her heavily, Jacey slid her hands down to Carol's thin slit of a cunt. She let her fingers touch the clitoris, but only lightly, as she ran her fingers along the edge of the now damp core of her sex. Carol jerked, her body moving closer to Jacey's and Jacey moved away, picking up the small vibrating bullet. Flicking the switch to high, she ran the bullet against Carol's pussy lips, sliding it up and down the hole, until the vibrator gleamed with fluid.
Directing the bullet to Carols clitoris, Jacey gave it a firmer push, rubbing it heavily around the sides and top of the bud, until Carol moved her head away. Jacey allowed the younger woman to lay back and Carol opened her mouth, as prgasmic waves overcame her. She jerked her body, trying to move in motion with Jaceys teasings, but Jacey pressed her hand against Carol's stomach, holding her still.
"Oh, don't hold me down, don't hold me still. I gotta.... Jacey...!" Carol moaned loudly.
"Shhh, just relax and go with it. It's ok..."
Carol screamed, grasping a handful of hay in her hand. She squeezed it tightly, grinding her teeth as she held her breath. Jacey poked her in the chest and Carol let out her breath, suddenly breathing in rapid bursts. She grabbed Jacey's hand, forcing it away from her pulsating pussy. "I can't take that thing anymore!" she said.
Jacey flicked the small vibe off, and positioned herself between Carol's legs, licking deep inside of her. She sucked the small, still pulsating bud into her mouth, before sliding her tongue deeply inside of the streaming hole. Carol ground her body down, pressing her hole against Jacey's mouth. Jacey tasted deeply, allowing her mouth to fill with the juices of Carols cunt.
Eagerly, she moved upwards to Carols mouth, kissing her deeply. Carol moaned, as their lips parted. "Oh, what was that?" She asked.
"You wanna taste it?" Jacey asked
Carol nodded and Jacey slid the strap on off of her legs. She kneeled above Carols body and Carol looked at her apprehensively. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You don't want to do it?"
Carol blinked widely. "I don't know what to do..." she said.
Jacey nodded. "It's ok. You just do what you like, do whatever comes to your mind. If suddenly stuffing that handful of straw up me seems a good idea, you do that."
Carol laughed, and her tension released. She moved her arms around the back of Jacey's thighs, as Jacey positioned her shaved pussy over Carols mouth. Lightly at first, Carol flicked her tongue out, tasting the sweet fluid nervously, before the taste of Jacey's Cunt Honey had her moving her tongue faster and deeper. Jacey bit her lip, watching the girl beneath her.
After a few moments, Jacey threw her head back, closing her eyes. She had an idea that maybe young Carol was lying to her about her experience. Nobody could be this good, for the first time, could they? Squirming deliciously, Jacey finally moved away from Carol who tried not to look hurt.
"Was I doing it wrong?"
Jacey nearly laughed, "No, you were doing it just right, but I wanna try seomthing else now."
Carol nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, right. Do you wanna use the strap on?"
Jacey giggled, "I don't know, do you?"
"You mean I get to use it?"
Jacey floped onto her back in the straw, laughing. Carol looked innocently hurt at the laughter. Jacey tried to stop and she sat up, looking at Carol seriously. "Do you want to use the strap on?"
Carol nodded. "I guess." She looked at Jacey who held it up to her. Carol took it and slid it on hesitantly, she bit her lip, modelling it for a moment. Jacey started to laugh again. Carol frowned. "No, I'm going to...."
Jacey stopped her from removing the strap on and she pulled Carol down to the floor. Uncomfortably, Carol sat in the straw, observing the rubber dick she wore. Jacey held Carols hands, then as she began to lay back, she pulled Carol on top of her. Carol pushed the rubber penis down so that it lay better, as she lay on top of Jacey. The two women kissed, and Jacey allowed her hands to roam Carols thin back. Giving a little moan, she slid her palms over Carols rounded ass, and pushing one of her thin, manicured fingers into Carol's ass. Carol jerked lightly and the sudden motion caused the strap on to begin vibrating insistantly. Carol shrieked as a small vibrating bud inside the panty area, began to rub against her clitoris. Jacey grinned and Carol smiled back at her, somewhat hesitantly.
Jacey moved her hand up to Carols neck, and she pulled the blondes lips towards her own. Carol let her mouth open as Jacey took her lips in a long passionate kiss. The vibrating bud against her clit was starting to make Carol feel tremendously wet and sexy. She placed her palms on the floor and slid up against Jacey, who moaned to convey her approval.
Carol reached down, sliding the rubber dick into Jacey's dripping wet cunt. Jacey grunted and closed her eyes. Eagerly, Carol began to slide the rubber in and out, as she did so, the pressure on her own clitoris grew and she moaned in pleasure. Jacey held up her ass, crossing her legs over Carol's back. Carol rocked back and forth, kissing Jacey deeply as the dark haired vixen probed her ass with one slim finger. She felt as thought she was going to explode, the pleasure was so intense.
Jacey thrust her body up, moaning in exquisite pleasure as the rubber dick pressed deep inside of her aching pussy. Finally, she threw her head back, allowing a deep, pleasured groan to come from her. Lustfully, she looked into Carols eyes and the two women did not look away from each other as the pleasure overtook them. Carol wailed, long and loud as she came, her body shuddering in massive waves against Jacey's stomach. She could feel the wetness of her own pussy escape the sides of the strap on, before they leaked down onto Jacey's legs.
Jacey pushed the younger girl away from her, before she hurriedly removed the strap on and buried her face in Carol's thighs. Carol moaned louder than before, as Jacey sucked her clit. Sliding her own dripping sexual haven over Carol's face, Jacey clenched her thighs and Carol pulled the wet hole down to her mouth, sliding her tongue deep inside, and drinking in the hot, sweet juices.
When both girls were only wet from each others tongues, and were breathing heavily in exhaustion, Jacey let herself flop to the straw, tired and sated. She looked at Carol, whose eyes were smokey with lust and abandonment. She pulled the other girl to her and they kissed for a long moment, before Jacey closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes later that the two girls were asleep in each others arms.
Carol walked into the kitchen, her face showing signs of sleep as she collapsed onto a chair. Jacey looked at her and grinned. "It's afternoon, sleepyhead. I thought you were never going to wake up."
"I was too busy having fun with my dreams, thank you very much!" Carol said.
"Oh?" Jacey questioned, sliding a plate of bacon and eggs in front of the blonde.
"Re-living last night." Carol answered, blushing profusely.
Jacey pretended not to notice the blushing. "Yeah, well. I went to the store and bought food... for us and the horses. I was thinking about what you said yesterday, how maybe I should make a try of living here. Give this place some good memories..."
Carol raised one eyebrow. "You're going to stay then?"
Jacey nodded. "I am. I called the realtor and asked her to sell my other place for me. The furniture removalists are clearing the place out this afternoon. If I'm going to live here, I don't want it to be full of them, and the past. It's going to be me."
Carol stared at her food. "It's kind of a shame. I was hoping to live near to you."
Jacey stared at her, intently, until Carol lifted her eyes. "You aren't going to live near me, Carol. I want you here. With me."
Carol blinked and tears sprung to her eyes. "Well, why?"
"Well, I'm not going to sleep with you once and abandon you, you know. Besides, your horses like it here. That paddock of yours is not enough for these animals." Jacey giggled as she looked at the expression on Carols face.
"This is really about the horses, isn't it?" Carol asked.
"No, it's about you and me.... Then it's about the horses. Even without these horses here, I would still want you to stay." Jacey said. "Anyway, I gave your sister a call this morning. Her horses will be here on the weekend."
Carol gaped, open mouthed. "You're kidding?"
"My life is with horses, Carol. It always has been. I just got scared and forgot about that." Jacey admitted. "Now, do you wanna stay?"
Carol looked out the window and stared. "I don't know. We don't know each other so well, Jacey. We only met yesterday. One night of wild sex isn't enough to say we should live together."
Jacey nodded. "That is true. Either way, I do like you Carol."
Carol kept staring out the window, her eyes were wet with tears. "Well, last night, it was great..." she said. Finally she looked at Jacey. "I don't wanna stay with you though."
Jacey nodded, swallowing back her hurt. "Then thats your choice."
Carol walked to the door, then stared out it. It was an old fashioned stable door, that opened in two halves. She leaned her elbows against the bottom half of the door. "What about my horses?"
"What about them?"
"The paddock I have, it's not enough?"
"Not for all of them no." Jacey said, folding her arms, angrily.
"Then take them." Carol said. She looked back at Jacey, her eyes wide and wet. "I don't want them. I have to go." Pushing open the door, she let it close with a slam behind her as she hurried out to the van. Jacey followed her, stopping her.
"Take the car. It's worth more money than that beat up old van is, and you can sell it at least." She handed Carol the car keys. Carol covered her face with her hands.
"Stop, okay, just stop. One night of sex, bizarre, freaky, lesbian sex, does not make us friends. We're nothing!" Picking up the keys, she raced to the car and in a spray of dust, she disappeared out the drive.
Dear Diary,
I paid Carol twenty-thousand dollars for her horses. She's not coming back. It's just me and them now. I have already began training with Red Rock, who by far seems the best jumper. The other stallion, RedRum is a keen dressage prospect, but I think I shall stick with Red Rock. He's the most talented of the two. A little mare named Candy Apples just won her first halter show and I'm coming back, better than ever. So many people on the show circuit greeted me and welcomed me back.
They were happy for us when I won. I know I will forever be looking over my shoulder for that one person who is unhappy and out to get me, but maybe in time, I will not be so afraid. I'm back out and meeting new people anyway.
Carol told me when I spoke to her that she doesn't believe she is a lesbian and that our one off encounter was wrong. She called me a sick freak and told me to not come near her again. I will forever wonder who it was that told her such a thing is bad... How can anything so innately beautiful, be wrong?
I have made some choices in my life that I'm not proud of, but I am proud of my recent ones. Jennifer Rowe once took something from me, my life. By my own choices and with a little help, I got that life back. Carol might not think it was right to have been with me, but she gave my life back to me and for that, I will be forever grateful.
Jacey
XOXOXO
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