She felt thankful when he lifted her from the stool, but felt a twinge of pain once her arms were lifted above her head, one to each side of her and t...hen she was dropped back to the stool. You ready? he asked her, his smirk curling along his lips. Ready for what? She wasnt sure, but she was scared and this feeling was not fun at all, especially when she was lifted and held tightly to where the buzzing sound was now even more vibrant sounding and close. It was then she felt the yank of her arms. Becca showed us how to approach the horses,how to interact with them, what not to do with them, and then the reallessons started.Of course a western saddle was being used, Shoni had only ridden on whatis called an English saddle (haven't a clue what the difference is) Butto me the saddle looked comfortable and secure. We lead the horses aroundto get used to them and for them to get used to us, the lessons were slowand steady. Both Joe and Becca were quietly confident and obviously. It's a bad habit, I know, but it does the job. After months of being rejected by seemingly every single woman in the tri-county area, I needed something to kill my loneliness.I pulled the yellow cord below the window to signal the driver to pull over. As the bus came to a stop I pulled myself out of my seat, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. I stumbled down the steps and collapsed against the bus stop sign, my stomach churning. 'I must've had too much tonight' I thought to. It was at dinner that something changed, Ginny came to restaurant/bar dressed to kill. She was in a very low cut dress that showed off her small shapely breasts. I couldn't stop staring, because she was braless, and her breasts looked like a 19-year old's. She caught me staring for the umteenth time, and grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. "We are going to dance!" she commanded. I like dancing, so we danced. We danced to a few classics, and to one slow dance where she snuggled into.