He had worked long and hard for his success, as had Susan. She had continued her work after college to help financially so that Bill could continue hi...s studies to obtain his MBA, and had endured times of loneliness as her husband and lover traveled frequently during his climb up the ladder of success. Susan sat relaxed in the passenger seat as Bill drove through the warm summer evening. The workweek was done. It was Friday evening and she and her husband were on their way to a weekend party. "Here. This is for..."The man stopped mid-sentence. The boy had backed away, stumbling over his sandals, his face an amalgam of dismay, pain, anger and disgust that coalesced into a rage that lifted his arm and sent the money hurtling back at the man. The edge of one coin sliced across the man's forehead; blood began oozing down to his eyebrow, then down his face. The man didn't move.The man spoke two languages; was halting in a third. The boy was fluent in all three. Fluent and highly. I stood transfixed by the spectacle. The filly’s slit flared like this several times and I said to myself, I can't believe it; this filly must be in heat!I'd seen mares do this before being bred with stallions, but I had never seen a filly or mare do this in front of me or any other human. Maybe this was her first time being in heat!My physical reaction was immediate as I could feel an instant tingling sensation in my loins. What did it mean? Why was this exciting me? Could it be that the young. ‘Are you ready for the predawn lesson?’ asked Mrs. Santa as she sprawled on the couch looking over his notes. ‘I guess as ready as I will ever be,’ admitted Santa. ‘Jeanette is a good student. In fact, we saw today that she uses her own self for research. I am beginning to wonder if she already knows what I am going to share with her.’ ‘If she knows, it is only at an unconscious level,’ explained Mrs. Santa. ‘It is important that she understand on a conscious level. Otherwise, her progress.