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Date Posted: 20:29:06 01/20/05 Thu
Author: Luc
Subject: He waited for a moment before his reins were handed to him and smiled, leading out the horse to the open corral before looking back to her. "I don't worry." He stated, firmly, as he swung up into the saddle. "I just get concerned and I am allowed to, my love, because I am the man of the house and that is my job." He winked, walking the stallion around the corral to get him to calm down a bit as he waited patiently for her to get tacked up and head out with him.
In reply to: Tristyn 's message, "That's the way the cracker crumbles.." on 10:49:05 01/13/05 Thu


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  • She shook her head as she brought Sid out, gathering up the reins and springing up into the saddle with little effort - her body, though it had been so swollen and heavy with child had bounced back with as little effort as her mounting had required, and made her almost consider the birth of another child down the road - the pain, however, blew that idea out of her head. She gathered up the reins, sliding her feet into the irons and straightened her shoulders, patting Sid lightly on the neck. "No, it's the woman's job to worry - haven't you ever watched The Simpsons? It's my job to worry and to nag. It's your job to get drunk.. and be stupid." She grinned. (NT) -- Tris, 20:37:27 01/20/05 Thu
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