Sister s Horsey UrgesChapter 4
"Nosy?" Jackie whispered, wrinkling her forehead as she stood in the stall, smelling the stale piss and shit that hung over the air like a fetid perfume. And old? Jackie winced, her shaking knees braced against the stall wall. She was young - at least comparatively, and experienced. Never would she have carried on the way Nancy had, pushing the dog away when all he wanted to do was satisfy her and himself at the same time. Jackie shook those insults from her, looking back down at the...