She Raced For Him, Propelled By The

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

Do You Work At The Grocery Store? Then Why Are You Checking Me Out?

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.

Why Limit Yourself To Just One Best Friend?

It Was An Image Melody Would Never Forget. Or Was It The Emotions The Image Conjured - Hope, Excitement, And Fear Of The Unknown, All Three Tightly Braided Together, Creating A Fourth Emotion That Was Impossible To Define. She Was Getting A Second Chance At Happiness And It Tickled Like Swallowing Fifty Fuzzy Caterpillars.