Chapter Sixteen
Sunday I rested.
Monday, as soon as the sun broke Reggie was in my room pulling me from bed.
“Put these on,” he said, handing me clothes. Jeans, a t-shirt, socks and work shoes. I could barely keep my eyes open, still groggy from sleep as he led me to the stables. The pink and orange sky of dawn blazed behind the corral where we stopped, and the air was so alive that I quickly awakened from my dazed stupor.
There before me two spirited horses pranced, stomping, biting each other in a wild foreplay. There was some electric in their movements, something base and feral and untamed. When the stallion mounted the mare, I watched in amazement as their furious banging exploded into violent animal s*x.
At the base of my own body, I felt the tremor of their joining as if they g
