You may think you are doing your mother and Penelope a kindness by not disciplining them but they need order and leadership just like a real horse. Yo...u cannot let the horse choose the path and let go of the rein or she’ll roll you in the cool sand on a hot day or stop to eat from every low hanging branch. The horse doesn’t fear the whip – they were meant for it,” he explained.It was for the best that Charles see us as beasts of burden because he had such a kind heart that I did not want him to. .. and what are you doin’ starin’ at your kid sister’s bum - yuh pervert!”Paul just laughed back before giving both young girls a big hug but adding a few quick pats to Kate’s butt cheeks as he did so. Paul then reached inside his truck to grab his overnight bag and his jacket but as he did this his wallet fell out of his back pocket. It had already been somewhat dislodged by Kate’s legs when they were flailing around his waist. The momentum of the wallet hitting the ground caused it to skid. He knew the code to the building and had a key for Harold’s place. As usual, where Harold lived looked anywhere close to a crack den. There was clutter and shit everywhere, a lingering smell of being too ‘lived in’. The air was almost misty from smoke, or dust, or something. Two more unfamiliar faces looked around as I stepped in. Harold’s voice came from another room, on the phone. I sat myself on the sofa while a guy in an armchair studied me curiously, cigarette hanging from hislips. His. Strangely, the combination of the evil smelling potion and the cleansing invigorated me almost to my old self and I was up out of my pallet and exercising the following morning. I wanted to thank the old man but he was nowhere to be found and I satisfied myself by donating some items of value designed from gold to the village folk even though they were unworthy heathens and idolaters of the worse sort. We left that humble place behind us and I never once turned around because I wanted it.