It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet so the beach was empty,silent.Lady’s walk was easy.I felt the shift of her hips with every step,felt her solid legs thunk beneath us.We rolled a little with her walk,our hips rocking.Her neck bobbed and every oncein a while she snorted;I couldn’t figure out why.It made me smile,though.
“How’d you learn about horses,anyway?”I asked.I sighed and pressed closer to Steven,a great place to be.The weather had been sunny and bright,cheerful for our little trip to get away from Tampa—good bed weather.We’d spent the last four days playing Frisbee on the beach,sleeping late,eating like teenagers.And fucking,oh yeah,lots of fucking.