Chapter Eight
A Switch In The Woods
It was nearly quitting time at the stables Monday afternoon; Cissy had just finished brushing down the horses Amanda had worked that afternoon. Her favorite, Hobble, a tawny beige filly seemed particularly fond of her. It warmed her heart the way the sassy girl snuggled in to her when Cissy came to groom her.
“You sweetheart,” she purred tenderly kissing the animal’s velvety forehead. “You’re so easy. Wish men were the same.” She was thinking of Garth. Hadn’t seen him all weekend, which was his way to make her suffer. She was supposed to see him Saturday, but he reneged, going fishing with his buddies while leaving her a cryptic message on her answering machine, “We’ll have to postpone your punishment. I’ll call soon.” What an ass! Albeit a cute ass,
