Daughter Loves HorsesChapter 10
A pair of horses, their coats shiny in the moonlight, grazed near a stand of three palm trees. The palm trees stood up out of the flat grassland like three isolated sentinels, their fronds rustling in the night breeze. Cindy could smell dry grass and horses, and occasionally, the salt scent of the Atlantic, twenty miles to the east. "I could stay up all night," Cindy said, luxuriating in the night air, in the moonlight, in her exotic surroundings. Her nakedness kept her in a state of...