Sandy had never seen anything like what they claimed.Sandy had never seen anything like what they claimed. Being concerned, she made a point of talking to them. Her at- traction to Jim was immediate. Meeting him accomplished two things - she could question him and she could get to know him. The stories he told curdled her blood, she couldn't believe them. After striking up a nice friendship with Jim, Sandy brought herself to challenge him. "Prove it," Jim said he would and promised to call her later. Days passed without a word. Actually, Sandy had lost interest in the "cause", but not in Jim. She had never met anyone like Jim, tall, relatively angular and, oh, so gentle AND passionate. Her imagination was filled with fleeting visions of them together. Her bedroom activities with her husband took an interesting turn, so much so that her husband expressed puzzlement. But he didn't look the gift horse in the mouth or anywhere else, either. Then one day Jim called. He offered to take her to a horse farm and show her what they did. Sandy fell all over herself in accepting the offer, but stopped short of admitting she had lost interest in his cause. Being a surreptitious outing they made a date to meet after dusk. After stopping for tea Jim drove to a horse farm not far from Sandy's. They parked down the road and hiked across several fields to a large barn that obviously housed the ranch's studs. Striving for utmost quiet, with much difficulty they made their way to the hay loft which had a convenient open view of a large saw-dusted area. Frighteningly soon after they had hidden themselves from sight several people entered the barn. Actually, Sandy was disappoint- ed. After two hours close to Jim her interest and, yes, desire for Jim had heightened. Jim had shown significant interest, too, after Sandy had grabbed his hand once during their foray. The gentle squeezing she had felt several times was more than a protective reaction. But here they were - stretched prone to- gether practically buried in warm, fragrant hay, his arm around her, clearly not for protection, but from affection, forced to be still and quiet. He whispered his chagrin at the interruption by the interlopers after she mumbled a "damn". |