Ye gods! My mentor reared his horse a couple of times, and it was a freeze frame in my mind. Both he and the horse looked so regal, and spellbindin'ly gorgeous. His long, silky hair, and the stallion's mane flowin' behind them as they came down. I closed my eyes, and pictured the same scene with my mentor dressed down a bit. Maybe in just shorts, socks, and runnin' shoes, or in costume; like loincloth and boots.
I think someone was due for an oilin', later. Oh, of course more would follow; but what's to complain about? I'd ask the mullethead for help, and I have yet to be turned down.
One of these days I should really get a camera.
Hmmmmm. On second thought, maybe not.
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