Chapter Five
The Pony Girl
The next morning I awoke tremendously refreshed. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept so well. Sunlight streamed in through the window. I felt a slight regret about spending the night with my new waitress, but we had only shared the bed and had not been intimate with each other. Anne-Marie was not in bed and I heard the shower running. I was once more quite aroused and got up to dress immediately. The water stopped running and Annie-Marie dashed out of the bathroom in a towel. She threw on a sweater and a pair of jeans quickly.
“I’m late to pick up my houseparent at the airport. I’m sorry there’s no coffee. I have to run. I’m late.”
She grabbed a set of keys and I followed her outside. She locked the front door and walked over to a car parked in the driv
