I don't really feel much like watching my descent into slutdom captured on tape after I've carried Lys back into her room.
The cob bucked and bucked, till his backbone resembled a bow tightly strung, his four legs meeting under him - and he fairly screamed with rage because he could not unseat his rider, who sat on him with hands well down, as calmly as if he were taking a morning canter in the Row.
I was able to get a sneak peek at the guest list.
His throne rocked with subterraneous heavings.
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