Duke was perfectly named, coiffed and positioned. He was the God of ALL the trainers. I still don’t know what talents he may possess, but man I’d love to find out. I never had sex with him and never didn’t want to.
I’m the only one person!
He’s more like a God than a Duke but alas, I didn’t name him. My Panties did though-HOT STUFF. I wasn’t the only one to notice. Far from it. He was snapped up before his passport could dry from Sweden. Brand spanking shiny new billionaires bought him. I was sooooo jealous that we weren’t able to do the same. At least we were in the same “employ” if only briefly. The same people hired us to take care of their beautiful teen daughter who suffered whiplash from a triple combination: bucking/rearing/spinning episode. All up in lights Welly World for the real God, Duke and everyone else to see. Wisely the parents called on my miracle worker hubby and me to work our healing magic without the use of knives. These people were sharp and coachable. No sharp objects required. I had to cool my jets because the last time I got caught preening around Duke, my better half put the kibosh on that parade. “You do know I definitely caught him checking out my ass?”
Obviously, I wasn’t buying it. I did however have a gal-pal trouble-making twin with tons of skills in the saddle and the rest was up to her. All I had to do was make the introductions. It didn’t take long once he laid eyes on Cadence in the saddle with her fantastically soft hands riding forward on her red-hot homegrown Dutch mare. Every corner carved perfectly. Five foot five inches tall, green eyes, dove-like skin and a dirty thought machine between her cute ears, or he was hoping.
A teenaged looking hottie in a capable cowgirl’s body.
Duke was dumb struck. Where had this been all these years. Shazam-Yahtzee, eureka, Hell yes and, yes please. Cadence had a way of pretending people weren’t watching her. We were twins in that department. As she completed her ride and just prior to dismounting, Duke regained his composure and then some. The arena was his home-anywhere in the world. He marched in uninvited and unannounced and walked right up to the hot girly duo. He read horses and had a natural way about him. The Skittish mare offered her pretty soft muzzle to his open and welcoming hand. Just then he locked eyes with Cadence and said, “hello-I’m Duke Anderson. What a lovely mare you have. Beautiful pair!” Sometimes, more like once in a lifetime, if the Judge is in a good mood and not doing side battle with another Judge over such things as heel height of the humans being paid to watch the horses go. Maybe, just maybe, you might get a comment written that reads: “Nice pair.”
Duke was dead on. Beautiful was correct and didn’t fall on deaf ears. Humble, soft hands Cadence had a way of drawing people in. Only if she wanted.
She decided on Duke. It didn’t take long. “Would you like to join me for a cool beverage in my tack stall after you attend to our lovely ladies’ needs?’ he queried.
Big on thoughts and reserved on words she just said, “Sure,” then added, “That would be nice. When/where?”
Duke’s “tack stall” was actually four full horse stalls combined and completely outfitted with full custom tack stall draperies. Black and royal blue. There was one entrance only with a zipper durable enough to withstand a car crash. No welcome mat outside. Just herring bone swept floors, tack trunks and fans blowing. The Mexican grooms were happily chatting as their flavor of music could be heard in the distance. A pair of matching Dobies on each side. The girls were liver and the boys were black. Cadence approached with caution and the grooms came to save her. She had the secret password: “Duke said.”
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