Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 02:35:34 +0800
From: LaneyMcLeod Smith <violetcoyote@kittymail.com>
Subject: The Horse Show 2 - Afterwards [L]

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THE HORSE SHOW =-= Afterwards

	Staring into the late Summer sky, Jacey Saunders watched the planes
flying overhead and she could smell the smoke that burned at a distance on
the mountainside. The Endless Summer Range was once again in the deep
throes of burning passion, maiming and killing all in its deadly path.
	Tossing her mop of brown hair, that was cut badly and terrifically
short, Jacey heard sounds behind her. The loud screaming of the terrified
horses in the grounds near to her and she turned briefly, letting her eyes
fall upon the gleaming hide of a large black stallion. He reared on his
hind legs, his eyes white rimmed in fear, as he gazed at the thick clouds
of smoke above him. The fifty or more Arabian mares milled around behind
him, some tentatively nibbling the greengrass, while others attempted
stampede in the race to run away.
	Staring at the animals, Jacey tried not to think about her own
past, and the young girl who had so destroyed her lifelong dream. Jennifer
Rowe, she'd killed Tara, the only person, or girl, that she had ever
loved. She had also set deep fears into Jacey's heart and turned her away
from the horses she so adored.
	Sighing, Jacey allowed herself to walk across the grass, and she
held her palm out to the gleaming, terrified stallion. He whinnied at her,
a shrill, terrified scream that made her ears hurt, before he settled his
soft downy nose into the palm of her hand. Jacey held his neck, rubbing
under his mane, as the stallion closed his eyes, growing calm under her
touch.
	"What are you doin to my horse?"  A voice called, and Jacey spun
violently, startling the stallion. He reared again, his hooves striking the
air above her head. Jacey ducked away and turned to stare at the pretty
blonde girl running towards her. The girl looked around twenty-two, with
wide blue eyes and her blonde hair was straight and ran down to the tops of
her jeans. She had a small delicate frame and was thin, with not much
muscle to her body.
	"I was trying to calm him down. He's scaring the others..." Jacey
said defensively. "If he scares them all, then all we're going to have
here, is a massed mob of terrified horses, that you can't control. By
keeping their leader calm, you will be imparting some calmness into the
mares, who will follow his lead." Jacey continued.
	The blonde girl stared at her, then laughed, "Right, so you know
your horses. Great, good for you. I don't have a fucking clue!" She said.
	Jacey raised one eyebrow at her, while reaching her hand back to
the black stallion. "You own all these horses and don't know anything about
them?"
	"Nope. They're my so called inheritance. I don't even know a thing
about any of them, except their names, which are in a big book that I was
also given when I got them." The blonde stared apprehensively at the black
stud. "He seems to like you."
	"He's just frightened of the fires. They shouldn't be here." Jacey
said.
	"Well, I've got the horse trucks, but they don't all fit into the
truck. I can only transport about ten at a time." The blonde tossed her
hair. "I'm Caroline Combs by the way. My friends call me Carol."
	"I'm Jacey Saunders." Jacey said, shaking the small, delicate hand.
	"So, seeing as you know horses, can you help me?" Carol questioned,
her blue eyes soft as she watched Jacey's face.
	"I guess I could... Can you drive?" Jacey asked.
	Carol gave a deep, relieved sigh. "I can do that. If you wait here,
I'll go get the truck..."
	"Wait, do you have halters, lead ropes, blankets, bell boots,
travelling gear... Anything at all for all of these horses?"
	Carol stopped in her tracks and blinked. "I have a big crate with a
lot of stuff in it, but I have no idea what any of it is." She
shrugged. "It's in my shed. You know what you're looking for, so if you
want to have a look, you're free to. I can go and get the truck. I need to
drive to town to pick it up, it's sitting on the corner for sale."
	Jacey nodded and Carol opened the garage door, allowing Jacey
inside. The crate of horse gear filled up more than half of the double door
garage and Jacey yanked it open, before climbing inside. Throwing the gear
over the top, she climbed out and picked it up, making her way to the
paddock.
	When Carol returned with the enormous truck, Jacey was busy
wrapping the leg of a brown mare with a thick red bandage. Carol bit her
lip. "What happened?"
	Jacey flipped her thumb at a broken fence rail. "Fire truck went
screaming past and the horses freaked out and tried to get through the
fence. They were pushing against it and the wood snapped, I managed to
scare them back the other way, but this one here tried to go back through
and the wood stabbed her in the leg. It's not so bad. I just don't want it
to get infected."
	Carol nodded. "I saw that you got some stuff out of the box. You
want me to bring anything else out?"
	Jacey nodded. "The stuff I need is on the floor. If you could just
get it and pile it up over where that hole is."
	Carol hurried into the shed and carried the piles of gear out of
the shed. "Now what?"
	Jacey pointed to the six horses tied to the fence. "Can you get
that lot in the van?"
	Carol nodded. "Sure. It can't be so hard." Grabbing the purple lead
rope of a small mare nearest to her, Carol led the horse through the gate
and up to the van. The moment the horses hooves touched the ramp, she
halted and would move no farther. Carol tugged on the rope, then pulled it
on it. The horse would stretch her neck out, but would not move forward an
inch. Carol wailed.
	Jacey looked up from her job with one of the horses. Watching Carol
with the small golden mare, Jacey felt herself beginning to laugh. Carol
looked so rediculous, her face was red as she strained desperately to get
the horse into the van. Carol looked at her indignantly.
	"This is totally not funny."
	Jacey hurried over to her, taking the lead rope in one hand. She
stood beside the mare and with her hand, she gave the little animal a firm
slap on the haunches. The mare whinnied loudly, then rocketed up the
ramp. Jacey followed, removing the lead rope before cross-tying the mare
into a stall.
	Grinning, she handed the lead rope to Carol who shook her head.


	Night time was falling as Jacey and Carol reached Lunar Brook
Stables for what was the sixth time. The horses in the back of the truck
were the final batch of the fifty seven horses that were once in the
paddock. Amongst them was the large black stallion that Jacey had
discovered was named Red Rock.
	Pulling up in the expansive gravel driveway, Carol sighed and cut
the engine. "We're here. Are we done?"
	Jacey laughed, "Almost. All we do now is get this bunch out, take
off all of their trims, and let them into the paddock. Then we're done for
the night."
	"Tell me again, who owns this place?"
	"My mother and father. They died a year ago and left it to me. I
can't stand to live here though. There are so many memories." Looking out
the window, Jacey sighed. "Not all of them are good."
	Carol bit her lip as she looked at Jacey's sad expression. She
reached out a hand and brushed it against Jacey's arm in comfort. "Well,
maybe if you tried to get some good memories into the place, it wouldn't be
so bad."
	Jacey looked at Carol, with her face questioning.
	"You saved those horses. Thats good. If you didn't have this place,
those horses might be dead tonight." Carol said. "And you made a friend."
	"I did?" Jacey asked.
	"You did. Even if you don't want me, I'm forever your friend for
all of this help."
	Jacey smiled, then laughed as she looked out the window. One of the
larger palomino mares galloped past with a dark blur that was another horse
in pusuit. Opening the door, Jacey and Carol went about the job, removing
blankets and boots, before releasing the horses into the paddock with the
others. Carol grinned.
	"It's done."
	"Yup." Jacey said, as she picked up the gear. Unlocking the stable,
she moved easily in the darkness and deposited the blankets in the tack
room, before returning to the dimly lit stable yard. "So, how'd you get all
of these horses, anyway?"
	"An uncle. He was a breeder, he owned three stallions and three
times as many mares. The group was split into three and my two sisters got
the other horses. This lot was what I got. And the truck. My sisters were
crazed that I got the truck."
	Jacey laughed. "What are they doing with all of their horses?"
	"Rory is keeping hers, but she doesn't even know why. She just
likes them, thinks they are pretty, even though they are eating her out of
house and home. My other sister is selling hers cheap."
	Jacey lowered her head, deep in thought for a moment. "Cheap you
say?"
	"She'll sell the whole heap, thats fifty seven horses, for less
than five hundred each. If you only buy one horse, well, she wants top
price, but if any one person can take them off of her hands, quick and
easy, then, you get a real bargain." Carol pulled a piece of hay out of her
hair. "Why do you ask?"
	"What are you doing with your horses?" Jacey asked.
	"I hadn't thought about it yet."
	Jacey nodded. "Well, think it over. I might have a proposition for
you."
	Carol opened her mouth then closed it again. "Um, okay..."
	Jacey nodded. "Lets go inside and have something to eat."


	Inside the house, Jacey raided the cabinets and pulled out the
longlife foods, canned goods, of all varietys and shapes. In the freezer,
more than a dozen microwavable pizza's were frozen to the walls. Jacey
removed a few, throwing them into the microwave, before clicking it on.
	The two girls spoke as the pizzas heated and before long, Jacey
felt herself warming to the little blonde girl. She felt comfortable in her
presence and even more surprisingly, she felt comfortable within this home
that she normally felt so alone and sick in. Grabbing a bottle of wine from
an old rack in the kitchen, Jacey poured herself a glass, before she
started to pour one for Carol.
	"Oh, hey, no, I have to drive home!" Carol objected.
	Jacey laughed, "This place has five rooms and guest quarters, you
can stay the damn night. Besides, I doubt you want to get back in that
smelly horse truck, do you?"
	Carol tilted her head, "Welllll......." she said, dwelling on it,
before laughing.
	"I have a car in the garage, I can drive you home in the morning."
Jacey said, sipping her wine.
	Carol drank her wine easily, and by the time the pizza was ready,
she was on her fourth glass.
	The two girls moved into the kitchen, and Jacey blinked, drunkenly,
trying to cut the pizza with a large knife. Holding the side of the tray
with one hand, she stabbed the pizza with the knife and tried to cut it. As
she stabbed it, the blade slid through the cheese, stabbing her in the side
of her fingers.
	"Owch!" Jacey shrieked, holding up her hand. Quickly, she stuck it
under the tap, washing off the blood. Carol moved beside her, putting her
chin on Jacey's shoulder. She held Jacey's hand up to her face so she could
examine the cut.
	"It's not so very bad. You just need to suck on it, it will make
the bleeding stop." Carol said, whispering in Jaceys ear. Jacey turned her
head slightly to look at the little blonde girl. Carol smiled lightly,
before taking Jaceys hand and slipping the finger into her own
mouth. Lightly, she sucked it into her mouth, caressing the finger with her
tongue.
	Jacey held her breath, feeling suddently overcome with
dizziness. She turned and leaned her weight against the bench, and Carol
lowered the hand, her lips parted, she stared at Jacey, heady lust in her
normally calm blue eyes. Jacey let out a breath, and Carol rolled her
tongue over her own lips, before planting her hands on either side of
Jacey, against the bench.
	Jacey closed her eyes, feeling tremendously dizzy. "Carol?" She
asked.
	"Shhh..." Carol said. Lightly, she pressed her mouth to Jacey's and
kissed her with tender wanting. Jacey fell into the kiss, sliding her hands
around Carols waist. Carol slid her tongue against Jaceys lips and Jacey
opened her mouth, wanting to taste the other womans mouth, but Carol held
back, teasingly running her wet tongue along Jacey's lips. Jacey ran her
own tongue against the wetness on her lips, before lightly licking Carols
red mouth, tasting the residue of lipstick and spit that was there.
	Carol moved away, sighing deeply, before shaking her head. She
suddenly seemed more distant, and she looked at Jacey. "I... I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have done that..."  She said.
	Jacey looked at her, creasing her brow questioningly. "It's ok..."
she said.
	Carol shook her head, "No, it isn't, it really isn't. I'm going to
go."
	Moving quickly, Carol gathered her jacket and her shoes, before
hurrying outside. Jacey hurried after her, stopping the blonde woman out on
the dirt drive. "What are you goin to do? You can't drive? You've been
drinking!"
	"I will just sleep in the van!" Carol yelled.
	"What is wrong with you?" Jacey asked, "What was so wrong with what
you just did?"
	Carol jerked to a halt, her jacket dropping to he dirt. She sun
quickly. "It's just wrong!" she replied.
	"It's wrong to be a lesbian you mean?" Jacey asked. Carol cringed
at the word. Jacey felt her frustration mounting. "Whoever told you that,
Carol... it's not wrong."
	Carol took a shaky breath and tears sprung to her eyes. Jacey moved
closer to her and Carol turned away, a sob running through her body. "I'm
sorry. I shouldn't have done it anyway." She rubbed her eyes with her
hand. "You probably hate me now."
	Jacey held out her hand and brushed Carol's hair off her face and
back over the tiny, white shoulder. As she did so, Carol turned to her,
blue eyes gleaming with tears. Jacey took the tiny woman into her arms,
holding the quivering body against her. With her hands, she held Carol's
face up to the light, and pressed her mouth against the ruby lips. Carol
responded by moving her arms around Jacey's body, clasping her closely as
they kissed under the light of the moon.
	Finally, the kiss broke, and Jacey held Carol close. Taking her
hand, she led the younger girl to the barn, where she flicked on the
lights. The barn lit up and Jacey easily led Carol up into the
hayloft. Once there, she kicked a bale of hay away, pulling up a canvas
bag. She held it out to Carol.
	"What's this?" Carol asked.
	Jacey opened it, pulling out a photograph of Tara, the first girl
that Jacey had ever been with. Carol looked at it.
	"She's beautiful."
	"I slept with her. Only once. It was when I used to be a
horsewoman. I rode in shows with my two horses, and we were the leaders of
the show. We won so many prizes, that some people couldn't stand it
anymore. A girl named Jennifer Rowe tried to kill me one day because she
wanted so badly to win. But she didn't. She killed Tara instead."
	Carols jaw dropped. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jace!" She exclaimed, her
face sad.
	Jacey sighed, then emptied the contents of the bag onto the
floor. A thick rubber strap on, along with various sex toys clattered to
the wooden floor. Carol held up the strap-on and blinked widely. Jacey
laughed. "Being a lesbian isn't as wrong as you think. I mean, if this sort
of thing is available commercially... It can't be so wrong, can it?"
	Carol flicked the switch on it and the strap on buzzed to
life. Carol dropped it in surprise and Jacey laughed. "I never knew. I
mean, I've never been with anyone before."
	Jacey looked at her out of the corner of her eye, "How old are
you?"
	Carol bit her lip, "I'm seventeen. Eighteen in a few months."
	Jacey nodded, "Thats not so bad. I was eighteen when I was with
Tara. All of this stuff is hers. Her parents gave it to me, because they
thought it was disgusting having it around and I was the only person who
knew about it, so they told me to take it."
	Carol quickly turned off the strap on, as it vibrated across the
floor against her leg. Jacey removed her trousers and slid the strap on
over her legs, she modelled it proudly. Carol started laughing. Jacey sat
down, still wearing it.
	"You've used all of these things?" Carol asked.
	"Sure have." Jacey answered. "Wanna see how they work?"
	Carol nodded, holding up a small vibrating butt bullet. "What does
this do?"
	Jacey grined widely, then took it from Carol, before grabbing the
girls shirt and pulling her close. Carol shrieked in surprise as her jeans
slid across the wooden floor. Jacey looked at Carol, raw lust in her eyes
and Carol bit her lip, nervous. Suddnly, Jaceys lips were upon hers and
Carol didn't have time to think.
	With careful force, Jacey held Carol to her, as she probed the wet
depths of Carols mouth with her own tongue. Removing one hand from the pale
skinned back, Jacey began to slide her fingers under the pale blue shirt,
allowing the tips of her fingers to lightly graze Carols nipples through
her bra. Carol jumped slightly, then pressed herself forward, straining for
more pressure against her breast.
	Jacey gripped the shirt tightly, then moved her mouth away from
Carols, only long enough to remove the shirt, before she slid her mouth
back over the wet, ruby lips of the younger girl. Carol kissed her back,
hard and lustful, as she held Jacey's arms, pulling the dark haired girl to
her.
	Jacey easily unbuckled the pale pink, satin bra, and the slid it
down Carols arms. The two girls moved away from each other as Jacey feasted
her eyes on the round, perky breasts now revealed to her. Carols nipples
were pale and pink and small. Jacey brushed her thumb across one of them
and Carol bit her lip, her breathing now heavier than before. Leaning down,
Jacey took the breast into her mouth, sucking the tight, hard bud between
her teeth. Carol threw her head back, moaning slightly.
	As Jacey sucked the delighful pale tit in her moth, her hands
grappled with Carol's jeans. Finally, the zip released and Jacey tugged
them lightly, sliding them down Carol's legs. Every bit of the girl was
white and Jacey ran her fingers through the mess of blonde downy pubic
hair. Taking hold of the breast with her hand, she slid her tongue down to
Carols mound, making a damp trail through the hairs.
	Lightly, she parted the pale pussy lips with her tongue, before her
mouth fell upon Carol's clitoris. Lightly, she kissed it and Carol gasped
loudly, moving her hands against Jacey's head. Jacey rolled her tongue
delightfully over the hard round bud and Carol jerked each time, her grip
becoming harder on Jacey's hair. With one hand, Jacey pushed Carol back,
until the pale, thin body of the girl was lying back, naked against the
mounds of straw.
	Jacey moved away so that she could completely remove the blue jeans
from Carols legs, before she removed her own shirt. Carol's eyes didn't
move away from her body as Jacey undressed, still wearing the thick rubber
dick on the front of her. Carol held out her hands to Jacey and Jacey
paused for a moment, it felt peculiar, this woman before her looked so
young, her breasts, small and perfect and ripe on her chest, while her body
was thin and weak. She looked no older in body than a twelve year old with
overdeveloped cleavage.
	Carol made a weak moan and Jacey moved to her side, allowing Carol
to press her lips against hers. As Carol kissed her heavily, Jacey slid her
hands down to Carol's thin slit of a cunt. She let her fingers touch the
clitoris, but only lightly, as she ran her fingers along the edge of the
now damp core of her sex. Carol jerked, her body moving closer to Jacey's
and Jacey moved away, picking up the small vibrating bullet. Flicking the
switch to high, she ran the bullet against Carol's pussy lips, sliding it
up and down the hole, until the vibrator gleamed with fluid.
	Directing the bullet to Carols clitoris, Jacey gave it a firmer
push, rubbing it heavily around the sides and top of the bud, until Carol
moved her head away. Jacey allowed the younger woman to lay back and Carol
opened her mouth, as prgasmic waves overcame her. She jerked her body,
trying to move in motion with Jaceys teasings, but Jacey pressed her hand
against Carol's stomach, holding her still.
	"Oh, don't hold me down, don't hold me still. I
gotta.... Jacey...!" Carol moaned loudly.
	"Shhh, just relax and go with it. It's ok..."
	Carol screamed, grasping a handful of hay in her hand. She squeezed
it tightly, grinding her teeth as she held her breath. Jacey poked her in
the chest and Carol let out her breath, suddenly breathing in rapid
bursts. She grabbed Jacey's hand, forcing it away from her pulsating
pussy. "I can't take that thing anymore!" she said.
	Jacey flicked the small vibe off, and positioned herself between
Carol's legs, licking deep inside of her. She sucked the small, still
pulsating bud into her mouth, before sliding her tongue deeply inside of
the streaming hole. Carol ground her body down, pressing her hole against
Jacey's mouth. Jacey tasted deeply, allowing her mouth to fill with the
juices of Carols cunt.
	Eagerly, she moved upwards to Carols mouth, kissing her
deeply. Carol moaned, as their lips parted. "Oh, what was that?" She asked.
	"You wanna taste it?" Jacey asked
	Carol nodded and Jacey slid the strap on off of her legs. She
kneeled above Carols body and Carol looked at her apprehensively. "What are
you doing?" she asked.
	"You don't want to do it?"
	Carol blinked widely. "I don't know what to do..." she said.
	Jacey nodded. "It's ok. You just do what you like, do whatever
comes to your mind. If suddenly stuffing that handful of straw up me seems
a good idea, you do that."
	Carol laughed, and her tension released. She moved her arms around
the back of Jacey's thighs, as Jacey positioned her shaved pussy over
Carols mouth. Lightly at first, Carol flicked her tongue out, tasting the
sweet fluid nervously, before the taste of Jacey's Cunt Honey had her
moving her tongue faster and deeper. Jacey bit her lip, watching the girl
beneath her.
	After a few moments, Jacey threw her head back, closing her
eyes. She had an idea that maybe young Carol was lying to her about her
experience. Nobody could be this good, for the first time, could they?
Squirming deliciously, Jacey finally moved away from Carol who tried not to
look hurt.
	"Was I doing it wrong?"
	Jacey nearly laughed, "No, you were doing it just right, but I
wanna try seomthing else now."
	Carol nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, right. Do you wanna use the
strap on?"
	Jacey giggled, "I don't know, do you?"
	"You mean I get to use it?"
	Jacey floped onto her back in the straw, laughing. Carol looked
innocently hurt at the laughter. Jacey tried to stop and she sat up,
looking at Carol seriously. "Do you want to use the strap on?"
	Carol nodded. "I guess." She looked at Jacey who held it up to
her. Carol took it and slid it on hesitantly, she bit her lip, modelling it
for a moment. Jacey started to laugh again. Carol frowned. "No, I'm going
to...."
	Jacey stopped her from removing the strap on and she pulled Carol
down to the floor. Uncomfortably, Carol sat in the straw, observing the
rubber dick she wore. Jacey held Carols hands, then as she began to lay
back, she pulled Carol on top of her. Carol pushed the rubber penis down so
that it lay better, as she lay on top of Jacey. The two women kissed, and
Jacey allowed her hands to roam Carols thin back. Giving a little moan, she
slid her palms over Carols rounded ass, and pushing one of her thin,
manicured fingers into Carol's ass. Carol jerked lightly and the sudden
motion caused the strap on to begin vibrating insistantly. Carol shrieked
as a small vibrating bud inside the panty area, began to rub against her
clitoris. Jacey grinned and Carol smiled back at her, somewhat hesitantly.
	Jacey moved her hand up to Carols neck, and she pulled the blondes
lips towards her own. Carol let her mouth open as Jacey took her lips in a
long passionate kiss. The vibrating bud against her clit was starting to
make Carol feel tremendously wet and sexy. She placed her palms on the
floor and slid up against Jacey, who moaned to convey her approval.
	Carol reached down, sliding the rubber dick into Jacey's dripping
wet cunt. Jacey grunted and closed her eyes. Eagerly, Carol began to slide
the rubber in and out, as she did so, the pressure on her own clitoris grew
and she moaned in pleasure. Jacey held up her ass, crossing her legs over
Carol's back. Carol rocked back and forth, kissing Jacey deeply as the dark
haired vixen probed her ass with one slim finger. She felt as thought she
was going to explode, the pleasure was so intense.
	Jacey thrust her body up, moaning in exquisite pleasure as the
rubber dick pressed deep inside of her aching pussy. Finally, she threw her
head back, allowing a deep, pleasured groan to come from her. Lustfully,
she looked into Carols eyes and the two women did not look away from each
other as the pleasure overtook them. Carol wailed, long and loud as she
came, her body shuddering in massive waves against Jacey's stomach. She
could feel the wetness of her own pussy escape the sides of the strap on,
before they leaked down onto Jacey's legs.
	Jacey pushed the younger girl away from her, before she hurriedly
removed the strap on and buried her face in Carol's thighs. Carol moaned
louder than before, as Jacey sucked her clit. Sliding her own dripping
sexual haven over Carol's face, Jacey clenched her thighs and Carol pulled
the wet hole down to her mouth, sliding her tongue deep inside, and
drinking in the hot, sweet juices.
	When both girls were only wet from each others tongues, and were
breathing heavily in exhaustion, Jacey let herself flop to the straw, tired
and sated. She looked at Carol, whose eyes were smokey with lust and
abandonment. She pulled the other girl to her and they kissed for a long
moment, before Jacey closed her eyes. It was only a few minutes later that
the two girls were asleep in each others arms.


	Carol walked into the kitchen, her face showing signs of sleep as
she collapsed onto a chair. Jacey looked at her and grinned. "It's
afternoon, sleepyhead. I thought you were never going to wake up."
	"I was too busy having fun with my dreams, thank you very much!"
Carol said.
	"Oh?" Jacey questioned, sliding a plate of bacon and eggs in front
of the blonde.
	"Re-living last night." Carol answered, blushing profusely.
	Jacey pretended not to notice the blushing. "Yeah, well. I went to
the store and bought food... for us and the horses. I was thinking about
what you said yesterday, how maybe I should make a try of living here. Give
this place some good memories..."
	Carol raised one eyebrow. "You're going to stay then?"
	Jacey nodded. "I am. I called the realtor and asked her to sell my
other place for me. The furniture removalists are clearing the place out
this afternoon. If I'm going to live here, I don't want it to be full of
them, and the past. It's going to be me."
	Carol stared at her food. "It's kind of a shame. I was hoping to
live near to you."
	Jacey stared at her, intently, until Carol lifted her eyes. "You
aren't going to live near me, Carol. I want you here. With me."
	Carol blinked and tears sprung to her eyes. "Well, why?"
	"Well, I'm not going to sleep with you once and abandon you, you
know. Besides, your horses like it here. That paddock of yours is not
enough for these animals." Jacey giggled as she looked at the expression on
Carols face.
	"This is really about the horses, isn't it?" Carol asked.
	"No, it's about you and me.... Then it's about the horses. Even
without these horses here, I would still want you to stay." Jacey
said. "Anyway, I gave your sister a call this morning. Her horses will be
here on the weekend."
	Carol gaped, open mouthed. "You're kidding?"
	"My life is with horses, Carol. It always has been. I just got
scared and forgot about that." Jacey admitted. "Now, do you wanna stay?"
	Carol looked out the window and stared. "I don't know. We don't
know each other so well, Jacey. We only met yesterday. One night of wild
sex isn't enough to say we should live together."
	Jacey nodded. "That is true. Either way, I do like you Carol."
	Carol kept staring out the window, her eyes were wet with
tears. "Well, last night, it was great..." she said. Finally she looked at
Jacey. "I don't wanna stay with you though."
	Jacey nodded, swallowing back her hurt. "Then thats your choice."
	Carol walked to the door, then stared out it. It was an old
fashioned stable door, that opened in two halves. She leaned her elbows
against the bottom half of the door. "What about my horses?"
	"What about them?"
	"The paddock I have, it's not enough?"
	"Not for all of them no." Jacey said, folding her arms, angrily.
	"Then take them." Carol said. She looked back at Jacey, her eyes
wide and wet. "I don't want them. I have to go." Pushing open the door, she
let it close with a slam behind her as she hurried out to the van. Jacey
followed her, stopping her.
	"Take the car. It's worth more money than that beat up old van is,
and you can sell it at least." She handed Carol the car keys. Carol covered
her face with her hands.
	"Stop, okay, just stop. One night of sex, bizarre, freaky, lesbian
sex, does not make us friends. We're nothing!" Picking up the keys, she
raced to the car and in a spray of dust, she disappeared out the drive.

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Dear Diary,
	I paid Carol twenty-thousand dollars for her horses. She's not
coming back. It's just me and them now. I have already began training with
Red Rock, who by far seems the best jumper. The other stallion, RedRum is a
keen dressage prospect, but I think I shall stick with Red Rock. He's the
most talented of the two. A little mare named Candy Apples just won her
first halter show and I'm coming back, better than ever. So many people on
the show circuit greeted me and welcomed me back.
	They were happy for us when I won. I know I will forever be looking
over my shoulder for that one person who is unhappy and out to get me, but
maybe in time, I will not be so afraid. I'm back out and meeting new people
anyway.
	Carol told me when I spoke to her that she doesn't believe she is a
lesbian and that our one off encounter was wrong. She called me a sick
freak and told me to not come near her again. I will forever wonder who it
was that told her such a thing is bad... How can anything so innately
beautiful, be wrong?
	I have made some choices in my life that I'm not proud of, but I am
proud of my recent ones. Jennifer Rowe once took something from me, my
life. By my own choices and with a little help, I got that life back. Carol
might not think it was right to have been with me, but she gave my life
back to me and for that, I will be forever grateful.
					Jacey
					XOXOXO


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