Chapter Seventeen
I return to Big Fella. As I approach the cart I see him squirming, wriggling his hips to give his prostate gland a self induced massage.
I remove the blindfold and he obediently stands. When I sit the cart begins to roll, slowly but without need for the whip.
It is mid-afternoon and the walk is scenic and pleasant. Back onto the main road we pass the turn off for Estovia and continue toward the cove. Big Fella steadily pulls and after a time I see, to the right and down the short road, Lady Constance’s chariot with her prize team waiting on the dock.
Then as we continue onward, there is nothing. Just beautiful tropical greenery with exotic birds singing and the chirping of what must be thousands of the tree frogs so ubiquitous to the local islands. The sun all but d
