#381733 - She froze for a moment – though it’s not like she was going anywhere in her fresh-fucked state anyway – and listened. If she gave into the temptation of seeing ‘what could be,’ who knows what sort of path she was going to start down? Were all of those ‘horse girls’ she knew in high school addicted to the flavor of horsey spunk? She slipped under the handmade down-feather duvet comforter and curled up inside. you and me are ‘gonna be best friends this summer, fella.