Chapter TwelveQuotation
The bright sun warmed my bare skin, sweat ran down my brow and my legs pumped.
Thrasher wasn’t kidding when he said we would pull a cart. It was big and had benches running along either side for people to ride. But we weren’t just some shallow attraction, we actually had a purpose. Apparently there were some VIP’s around and it was our job to bring them here and there to show off the place.
As disheveled as the inside was, outdoors was another story. The grounds were extensive and perfect. Large manicured lawns, flower beds in full bloom, all complimented by ponygirls posing everywhere, prancing about or leaping through steeple chase courses designed for the human body. In the distance was a large circular track. Several ponygirls pulled carts with a single drive
