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Fiction by Rex Adams A girl travels down the bar ditch astride a little chestnut quarter horse, flipflops dangling from her toes. I own an appendix quarter horse, a tall, good looking bay mare with a little dot of white on her forehead. The foal, too. A filly.

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There was no sagebrush for her to sidepass through though. Some rock band, or youthrage slogan. Look away. Fierce tattoos they seem from here.

She came back, on the same horse, only saddled this time. Or Magsing it in the desert, after the big Soda Fire, when my wife was on the palomino and she flashed me? I have it on my phone.

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She has stepped out of the shower. It was our fault. That and the way she walked. Wait until the earthquake comes.

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The foal, too. I took a picture. Across the street on the pedestrian ramp stands a girl with bright red hair, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with some kind of print on it.

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Although I never saw a college girl with tits that beautiful. My fingers and toes tingle. I can already see my hands on it, see my thumbs pressing into the flesh.

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I was forty-one when I saw the girl with the fierce tattoos. Four bullets. But there in the bathroom is my wife, nude.

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A goddamn bull rider. The last time I rode our pretty bay mare. The bridge was built years ago. The smell of carrion.

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I don't consider my myself kinky, but i would try anything once. She leans over the sink, up on her tiptoes, staring into the mirror, smearing something on her face. It is the freckled, pretty face of a happy redhead walking through a cool rain on a hot summer day in Boise. It will make her uncomfortable, to see a Housewives looking real sex Caerphilly year old man staring at her that has spent most of his life in the sun and has a creased and wrinkled face.

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I spent hours, days, months studying the plans. It was all burned up.

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The fierceness of her tattoos, and her timid, pigeontoed steps. She wore jeans and boots.