Chapter Seven
The Master Equestrienne
My wife Katrin strides into the room where I’m cleaning, and right away I can tell that yet again I’m in for it.
She’s just come from the stables, and still wears her riding outfit. Gleaming black boots with shiny, pointed steel toes and jingling spurs rise to her knees. Above these her cream-colored jodhpurs emphasize her flaring hips, and her tight-waisted, finely-tailored black riding jacket with ruffled white silk shirt similarly emphasize her large breasts and powerful shoulders. Her long blonde hair is tied back in an elegant plait, and the strong, severe features of her lovely face are set in an angry scowl. She still carries her steel-handled riding crop in one big gloved fist (bad enough) but strapped over her jodhpurs around her waist and
