Kyle's Monday

The heat, the heat, it wakes me up. Life is sleeping on my socks which are on my feet. One thing I need to keep warm are my feet. For some reason they are always cold even when I am hot. I lean to one side to take a look at the bedside clock...5am...might as well get up and have a cool shower. Life stirs as I rise and prise my feet away from her. Out of the

Flicking their tails

window, the horses are resting, flicking their tails every once in a while. I smile to myself and run my fingers through my dishevelled hair, this is much better than I thought it would be. My Benefactor who left me this place in his will, an uncle of a cousin twice removed, for some reason left it to me and I for one will not...how does it go, um, yes, I will not look a gift horse in the mouth!
"No Life, you can't come in the shower with me. Go!" 
Feeling refreshed from the shower, next stop, the kitchen for coffee and scrambled eggs on toast. 
I filled Life's water bowl up and put some dog biscuits in the other one for her.

Monday 7am onwards...the place is in the barn...and later the field behind the Holiday Let...
I sat down at the 'work zone', wrote out a list of Johnny's jobs for the day and pinned it to the board above as agreed. Next I made sure that we hadn't run out of stationery and nails and stuff. Johnny was supposed to look after that side but he kept forgetting...which is now why I find myself adding it separately onto a card in bold print. Should catch his eye! I glance down at my wrist watch, Johnny will be here soon in his old battered truck, 8am on the dot and here he comes, we acknowledge each other as I watch the horses mutual grooming each other. This is

A little more to the right please

done to show affection and builds a stronger bond between them. Horses live by the philosophy 'you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.' As I was about to go and check on Storm and her foal I heard the engine of a horse box grinding it's way up my drive. 

Jolene jumps down from the horse box smiling and waves to me.
"Hey there, hows that new foal of yours ?"
"Fine. I was just going over to check on him." We walked the short distance to the field where he was shooting backwards and forwards around Storm, his mom.

Bolt, playing around his mom, Storm

"Have you got a name for him yet ?" enquired Jolene.
"One of the kids wrote the name 'Bolt' down as his suggestion. Thought I'd call him Bolt." It did seem to fit him well, "What do you think ?"
"Mmm, good choice. Anyone staying in the holiday let Kyle?" She smirked and  gave me a suggestive smile. Wow! that was a quick change of thought.
"Not till tomorrow," now it was my turn to smirk," you want to come and give me your opinion on the bed springs ?" I teased, holding my hand out pulling Jolene towards me and planting a hungry kiss on her lips. My other hand gripped her buttocks as I pulled her towards me. I felt a familiar excitement grow.
"Love to" she whispered returning my affection...or need. We both knew what we wanted.

Monday 11.50am...the place Is the Holiday Let bedroom...
Our clothes lay littered on the floor as we slid out of them in haste. "Hey Joey, (my pet name for Jolene) what you doing  down there ?" I gave a loud belly sort of laugh.
Jolene snorted and giggled,"Good huh!".

No-don't do that,leave my socks on Joey!

My cellphone began to ring. I hung outta the bed, retrieving my pants with my cellphone in and quickly turned it off. "We don't wont be disturbed now. Should of done it before. Wriggling my eyebrows I continued "Now where we ?" Jolene shrieked with delight, well I was good in bed! You can guess the rest what happened.
Finally we came together... a familiar feeling, like one big explosion. Like a shattering of our bodies into a million pieces that made us cry out together in pleasure.
"Oh Kyle!".
"Oh Joey." 

Still Monday...1pm...the place, walking back to Kyle's farmhouse...
I switched my cellphone back on and read the displayed text message I had missed shortly after switching off my cell. It announced that Dionne my sister was calling round to change for a lunch date.  With Brad I presumed. 
"Better get back fast, Jolene, my sister Dionne is on her way over."

Coffee will do fine

"Okay, can I come and check my notes and maybe taste a little more of your hospitality ?" she chortled.
"Sure thing if you can find anything in the fridge. I haven't had time for grocery shopping."
Then I pressed a button to receive a voice mail sent at 12.50pm. Again it was Dionne saying she wouldn't be over after all.