I Love You

Yes, that's her. She's gorgeous, isn't she. Those long legs. I love a woman with long legs. Like a young horse. They have nervous legs, delicate, full of energy. You can tell, she's just arrived, come galloping up the hill and skittered to a stop when she saw the writing on the car. We'd had a pretty grotty trip, dust and rain and mud. There was a good thick coating to make the marks in.