She'd been motivated to follow up and find out, finally, because the guy she had been seeing was clearly on to new adventures. Right on facebook he'd posted "hubba hubba, foxes are nice, and should come by more often!" about a guest to a party he'd not invited her to. True, the day before Jill had rejected his invitation to get together, mostly because he'd said he was craving "some company" instead of expressing an interest in her company, although she hadn't told him all that... He'd also said he usually waited a bit longer to reveal his dirty secrets, including a passion for Dungeons and Dragons, ha. His ability to wait, actually, had been part of her attraction to him. She never felt rushed or forced or smothered, but then again...
"Jill! Jill! We could put the rocks in the cart of the little neighbour pony to carry away!" The child she'd just met was shouting across the farm they were helping to harvest crops at, to Jill, because she'd had a horsey notion and knew who to share such enthusiasm with...
Jill told the child about her weekend at a horse farm, and about how it was true that a pony she adored
1) took a half hour to catch
2) actually KICKED her while she was picking out her back hooves
3) bucked TWICE as soon as they'd started the ride.
Jill laughed in the telling of it and went on to stay that they then handgalloped most of the hot day away in the very dusty sandring, ending with just one trot set around the easy paddock...
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