She lay on the bed and pulled her miniskirt down to reveal her horse collar. 'Well, pull it off,' said Audball. 'I'll have to take my boots off,' she warned. Never had Audball smelled anything so putrid, rank, foul and rotten as when she pulled off her boots. But his equipment was in a lift-off mode and if he aborted, he would suffer with the blue balls, so he put on two rubbers and held his nose.