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| He looked at his newspaper, then at the clock on the mantel. It was one minute to six. He liked to be on time for the evening inspection. He was a very particular man, with specific tastes. He arose from his chair, and folded his newspaper, and laid it on the side table with his reading glasses. He walked across the yard to the small barn. As he opened the door, the smell hit his nostrils. That particular smell of hay, of windswept meadows, the trailing roses around the door, and of ponies. The groom greeted him. "Hello, Sir, the pony is ready for your inspection." "Thank you, Steve." He could see the pony waiting in the next room. He felt a frisson of anticipation in his stomach. The pony was ensconced in her special inspection apparatus. The pony was, after all, a human woman. A beautiful, buxom human woman. She was lying, firmly restrained, over a type of sawhorse, with her hindquarters facing him. Her bottom was plugged with a tail, made of real horsehair. Her feet wer...
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| Rituals | 2006-08-30 | 7.174 | ||||