Equus Mal-Amour (3/3) By Frankie Lassut

(1/3), (2/3), (3/3),

"Oh gawd!" The evening rushed back. "That wasn't her, that was my fucking horse" "Your horse gave you a love bite!? Right ok! I've heard it all fucking now!" "It's true! It chased me round the field and gave me this... I'm lucky, I thought she was going to bite my jugular out!" "My boyfriend gets chased around a field by his horse, which then gives him a love bite!? Ok!" "Yes! Honest!" "Right! Anyway! I've had enough of you and your fucking philandering!"

She reached down, and before he could move, she brought the baseball bat down onto his right kneecap. He screamed. She laughed, and followed with the left. He screamed. She laughed. She then smashed his ribs. He cried. She..... "I ought to do your bollocks too really, but I have a better plan." She grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bed. He was crying now. She dragged him to the window, picked him up, and threw him through it. He landed on his back on a wall, and fell limp to the floor. Being a decent citizen, she had a cup of tea, and then phoned the police and an ambulance. Selina heard the glass, and his scream, and she slept peacefully for the first time in ages. She had nice dreams. Relief is cool!

Fates? Roger: Living with his mother. He's paralyzed now and faces a life in a wheelchair accompanied by total dependency... his prospects aren't good. Trudy: Got a good lawyer and lied a bit. "He was drunk, he fell." They never found the baseball bat of course. She's married now with a husband who just looks at her and her alone, and a beautiful young daughter...who wants a horse off her daddy....

It's ok. Trudy loves horses (now). Selina: The fate of Selina is unknown. The End.

OK OK! Well. She was found, and then taken away and given some much needed love and care. You'll be glad to know that she is now back to full health, and yesterday!?...well, she just loved nuzzling the neck of the disabled child which then rode her with a little help form Selina's handler, who, exquisitely grooms her every day, and also feeds her of course, waters her generously; and exercises her beautifully (love). She even, when nuzzling, felt the child's jugular pulsing with excitement... so she gave her a special horse kiss on the neck..the child giggled, and kissed her back of course. Selina loves her new life. EQUUS AMORÉ

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