"Oh, that black horse is lovely!" Sharon cried."Oh, that black horse is lovely!" Sharon cried. "Can I ride him, Aunt Pearl?" Pearl glanced sideways at her niece. She had been surprised and pleased at how nubile the girl had become since she'd seen her last. Their was something about nubile young girls that Aunt Pearl found very interesting. The horse was a brawny brute, his sleek coat jet black, his main flowing and his tail silken. He eyed the girl and his dark, moist lips curled out from his big, blunt teeth as he nickered softly. Sharon stroked his arched neck and the animals black nostrils flared slightly. He regarded the girl with a big, white eye, in almost the same way that Aunt Pearl was looking at her--in a sort of horsey speculation. "Well, Ebony is a stallion, dear," Pearl started. "Oh, I'm sure I can handle him," Sharon said. Aunt Pearl almost burst out laughing. The girl didn't realize how appropriate the word handle was in this situation. "I'm not talking about riding him. He's broken and gentle enough. But a stallion--well, Sharon, he can get a little worked up with a girl on his back. |