Mandy's visiting her Uncle's ranch and has a special relationship with a
wild Mustang that leads to an even MORE special relationship with her
Uncle. Uncle Bob's the Stallion and Mandy's the Mare.

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   Mustang Niece

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Mandy peered at the currying brush she'd just dropped inside
Widowmaker's stall.

   Widowmaker, though he was perfectly nice to her, got his name from his
propensity to kick and his stall had been equipped with plywood on the
slats to keep him from kicking them out, or kicking through them.  And now
the brush she needed was inside his stall.  Widowmaker stood placidly,
facing her, waiting for her to feed him another sugar cube or apple.  She'd
been winning him over bit by bit ever since she'd arrived on her Uncle's
ranch for the summer.  In just two weeks she'd managed to get the horse to
come up to her whenever she came into the barn.  He was her special
project.

   She couldn't just open the gate and get the brush.  To Widowmaker, an
open gate was an invitation to run, and he was pure hell to catch, once he
got loose.  He was a wild Mustang her Uncle had bought at a Government
auction just before she'd come to the ranch.  The very first thing she'd
been told was "Don't open the stall that the Mustang is in." She peered
down into the dark stall.  If she leaned over the top of the gate she might
be able to reach it.  She had one apple left.  She took a breath, gave the
horse the apple, and while he was munching on it, she put her waistline on
the top of the gate and leaned over, stretching down.

   She was wearing an old pair of shorts she'd found in the bedroom her
Uncle Bob had given her.  They were much too big for her, but she liked
them because they had all kinds of pockets on them.  So she cinched a belt
through the loops to hold them onto her slim waist above the recently
developed swell of her hips.

   The tails of the short sleeved shirt she'd also found in the closet in
her room were tied across her stomach just under her breasts, and she'd
buttoned two of the buttons to cover her braless breasts.  That was one of
the things she loved about coming to Uncle Bob's ranch.  She could dress
comfortably.  Besides, Uncle Bob looked her like she was a woman.  He
always had, commenting on how nicely her breasts were developing, or how
sexy she looked in this outfit or that one.  Ever since she turned thirteen
he'd been the primary source of compliments about her femininity and
appeal.

   She overbalanced, and began to fall into the stall.  She managed to get
her fingertips onto a stall slat, but she could only hold herself, and was
not able to push herself back up.  It didn't exactly hurt.  She only
weighed 116 pounds.

   But she felt stupid, and was worried that the horse might do something
to her if she didn't get back up and out pretty soon.

   It was just then that her Uncle walked into the barn.  The first thing
he saw was a female bottom and two long slim legs waving at him.  He walked
over to where she was stuck and admired her butt.  The legs of the shorts
were loose and he could see clear up to her ass cheeks.  He could see just
the barest hint of pale blue high-rise panties and licked his lips at the
thought of what those panties were cupping.  On impulse he slid his hands
into the open legs of the shorts and squeezed her glutes.

   "Hi, Pumpkin!" he said.

   Her legs kicked spasmodically and she yelled "Help!  Is that you Uncle
Bob?  I'm stuck and I can't get out."

   It was right about then that Widowmaker, having finished his apple,
wondered what the cloth of her shirt might taste like.  Luckily, his teen
grabbed for the collar, instead of the cloth stretched across her back or
he might have hurt her.  With that in his mouth, he gave a jerk and there
was the sound of tearing cloth.  Ironically, her Uncle's hands inside her
shorts stabilized her lower torso, and Widowmaker's jerk helped lift her
upper torso, and she was able to stand back up with relative east.

   That left her pressed against the gate by her Uncle's big rough hands,
which had jammed even further up into her shorts.

   She looked at the horse and was mildly shocked to see most of her shirt
in his mouth.  He had, in fact neatly ripped the entire back of her shirt
out of the garment, which was old and thin.

   Mandy turned her head and saw her Uncle behind her.  She realized where
her Uncle's hands were about the same time she felt the front of the shirt
begin to slip down her arms.

   She crossed both arms over her chest and squealed "UNCLE BOB!"

   Bob, who could not believe where his hands actually were, had the
conflicting feelings of profound enjoyment at the feel of her firm teen
butt in his hands, and embarrassment that she knew where those hands were.

   "Um ..  sorry Pumpkin" he said, trying to pull his hands out.  He
couldn't though, because her weight was pressing on them as she leaned
back. "I ...  ah was trying to catch you and ...  I guess things didn't
work out just right."

   "Your hands!" she moaned.

   "I know, baby" he said, pushing on her ass, trying to get her to stand
up on the slat and lean forward so he could get his hands out.  "Pull
yourself forward." he said.

   Mandy, used to doing what she was told, did that.  She took her hands
away from her slipping shirt and pulled, leaning forward a little.  What
was left of the shirt slid down her arms to her wrists.  She felt her
Uncle's hands slide back out of her shorts and then immediately grab her
waist.  "I've got you now" he said, and lifted her off the stall gate.  As
her hands left the gate, Widowmaker neatly nipped the rest of the shirt,
pulling it off her arms.  When her feet hit the hay, she was topless.

   "Ohhhhhhh" she gave an embarrassed moan, and her hands came up, each one
covering a nipple.

   "My my!" commented her Uncle as he turned her around to face him.  "Are
you OK?"

   "I think so" she gasped, but my shirt's gone!  I think Widowmaker ATE
it!"

   "And here I thought it was going to be a boring day" quipped her Uncle.
He was leaning sideways, looking at her exposed skin, looking for injuries.
Belatedly he said "I think I love that horse."

   She tried to be indignant at his lack of concern for her predicament,
but it was impossible.  He clearly wasn't trying to see her naked 16 year
old breasts, and was concerned that she might have been hurt.

   "I'm OK, Uncle Bob.  He didn't hurt me.  But I can't go out in the yard
like this!"

   "Well, why not?" he said, finally convinced she was truly unhurt.  "It's
just you and me." That was true enough.  He ran a small operation and
needed only occasional hired help.  There were some High School boys in
families on nearby spreads who came over to help when it was needed.

   "But you'll see my boobies!" she whined.

   "I LOVE that horse" joked her Uncle.

   Mandy, rather than getting upset, decided to tease her Uncle.  She'd
just embarrass him!  She dropped her hands, exposing her succulent teen
titties and said "OK, then, let's go."

   Bob swallowed.  Her breasts were perfect.  Nice round globes with up
thrust strawberry colored nipples.  Those nipples were firm and jutting
too, as if they were turned on by being exposed to the air.  He felt his
face getting red and had to control his urge to tweak and suck those
nipples.

   Mandy felt a rush of heat flow to her belly at the way her Uncle was
looking at her.  He looked ...  hungry.  She almost covered her breasts
again, but stubbornness won out and she teased him.

   "What are YOU looking at Uncle Bob?  You aren't one of those perverts
are you?  I'm your niece, you know!  I don't think you should be looking at
me like that." But she giggled, removing any belief that she was upset over
the situation.

   "Girl" he said, his voice low and raspy "You could just flat kill a man,
walking around like that.  You need to get a shirt on and I'll just give
you two hours to do it, understand?"

   She laughed gaily and held out her hand to him.  "Uncle Bob!  You are
SUCH a flirt.  I won't ever understand why you haven't gotten married.  I
bet the girls chased you for sure."

   The girls HAD chased him, and still did now and then.  But what he had
to offer wasn't much in his younger days, and now that he was older and the
ranch was doing well, he'd gotten used to being alone.  There were a couple
of women who went out with him now and again, mostly for the sex, because
he was GOOD in bed, but they didn't want the life of a ranch wife.  The
rest of the time he just beat off when he got horny.  That was quick, easy
and safe.

   "I don't want them old cows" he drawled, still looking at her
appreciatively.  "I want ma a young pretty filly like you.  I do believe
them's the prettiest titties I ever did see."

   She kept her composure, but only barely.  She knew he meant it, and that
made her pussy wet.  She hadn't had a wet pussy since she found that video
tape in her brother's closet and watched a young girl getting her socks
fucked off by an older man.  "Well, you can't have me" she pouted, hands on
her hips.  "I'm your niece, and that means no hanky panky".  She grinned
and jutted her breasts out at him, teasing him unmercifully.

   "My head knows you're my niece" he said patting his head.  "But my other
head just sees a beautiful sexy woman." His other hand grabbed his crotch.
He saw her hesitate, unsure of how in-control things were.  He decided not
to uncover his crotch, which would reveal his bulging jeans.  He used the
hand on his head to grab hers and said "But my stomach is yelling that it's
time for lunch.  Let's go!"

   Mandy gasped as her Uncle pulled her hand.  The touch of his skin made
her feel hot.  He was so sexy when he teased her like that, it just took
her breath away.  And touching himself like that!  Her knees felt wobbly.

   He led her out of the barn and into the sunlight.  He resisted staring
at her half naked body, but snuck quick peeks, wanting to be able to
remember them when he beat off during nap time.  Bob took siestas, but
called them 'nap time' for fun.  They got to the house and she scampered
off to her bedroom.  he sighed, wishing he could see those fabulous breasts
again sometime.

   He got his wish as she reappeared, still topless.  "Uncle Bob?  There
aren't any more of your shirts in my closet, and I like wearing them cause
they're so nice and soft and cool.  Have you got one in your room I can
wear?" He told her to take her pick from his closet.  She came out with one
and he sighed again as she put it on, covering up her breasts.  She tied it
in the same way as the previous shirt, but did not button any of the
buttons.  The resulting view of the insides of her creamy breasts kept his
prick hard all through lunch.  She never asked him why he stuck his hands
in the leg holes of her shorts that morning.

   Bob made it through lunch, but the ache in his balls was beginning to
build.

   "Naptime" he announced.  He didn't make Mandy take naps, of course, but
she knew of his habit.  She usually watched a movie on TV, or read a book
or played solitaire or something in the cool of the big house.  She sat
down while her Uncle went off to take his nap and picked up the book she
had brought with her.

   She was almost finished.  In fact, she found she only had three more
pages.  The rest was all lists of characters and biographies and stuff she
wasn't interested in.  She needed another book.  She remembered seeing one
in her Uncle's bedroom when she went to find another shirt.  It was on his
dresser.  If he was already asleep she could just sneak in and get it
without bothering him.  She tiptoed up the hall to his room.  the door was
closed, but the handle turned in her hand silently.  She pushed the door
open a little and heard his raspy breath.  Thinking he was snoring, she
pushed the door open and walked in.

   He wasn't snoring.  He wasn't even sleeping.  He was beating his naked
meat just as hard and fast as he could, his eyes screwed shut, visions of
Mandy's perfect teen tits in his mind.  He lay flat on his back on the big
bed, and even though his hand was wrapped firmly around his boner, she
could still see a lot of it.  He wasn't circumcised, and his fleshy hood
was whipping back and forth, covering and then uncovering the glans of his
cock.  She knew she should turn around and leave, but something right
behind her belly button wanted her to stay and watch.  She'd never seen a
real live penis before, but it looked pretty much like the one on the video
tape she'd watched.  She knew from that tape that it would squirt white
stuff out when he had his orgasm.

   She wanted to see that.

   She felt naughty, and she had no idea what she would do or say if he
opened his eyes and saw her standing there.  Since that might happen any
minute, she decided to try to be less conspicuous.  She slipped back out
through the door, but peeked around the edge.  She was none too soon.

   Her uncle groaned and his hand flew faster as he moaned something she
leaned further into the room and plainly heard his voice
"Maaaaannnnndddddeeeeee" he moaned.  Then it happened.  His cock started
spewing.  But it wasn't like the video tape at all.  On the video tapes the
guy shot drops of stuff that went five or six inches and then landed,
usually on the woman's stomach, or maybe her back.  Then the man in the
video rubbed the tip of his cock around while it oozed more white stuff.

   But Uncle Bob's penis shot his stuff clear up in the air!

   It went at least two feet up and it was a long, thick white ribbon! 
Then there was another one!  It didn't shoot quite as far, but it was still
a stream, and not just some drops.  She was amazed at how much there was.
She knew enough about sex to know that when a man actually fucked a woman
his penis would be inside her when that happened, and she couldn't believe
that all that thick sticky looking stuff could fit in to a woman.

   And, he had said her name!

   He was thinking about HER while he masturbated!  She shivered.  She'd
known for a long time that he flirted with her, but this was different. 
That, plus the sight of a man's sperm, made her pussy clench in a little
spasm that made her bend over.  Her pussy spritzed a little wetness that
she knew was soaking her panties.

   She backed up and closed the door silently before he saw her.

   As she stood in the hall she realized she was panting.  She felt edgy,
anxious, somehow unhappy and she didn't know why.  She wanted to see him
again, that was for sure.  She found that stiff male thing he played with
irresistible.

   She knocked on his door and heard frantic movement inside.  She smiled
to herself.  "Uncle Bob?  Are you asleep yet?  There's a book I want to
borrow."

   She opened the door and walked right in, like there could be nothing
wrong with doing that.  There was a sheet over his lower body.  His chest
was, of course, bare.  "Uh ...  sure" he was still breathing hard and his
face was flushed, his hair messed up.

   The sheet over him was darkening where it was soaking up something on
his stomach.  She knew what that was, but didn't draw attention to it. 
"It's on your dresser.  I saw it when I came to get the shirt." She picked
up the book, looking at the front, then the back and pretending to read the
synopsis.  "Is it any good?"

   Bob had recovered from the shock of her being at the door just after he
finished his fantasy of filling her 16 year old pussy full of his hot
sperm. He'd snatched the sheet over his naked body as she walked in the
door.  But he hadn't had time to clean up.  His eyes had been closed when
he shot, so he didn't actually know where all that spooge had gone.  He
felt some of it on his abdomen, and glanced down to see a dark stain coming
through the sheet.  There wasn't anything he could do about it.

   "Uh ...  gee honey ...  I'm not sure I've read it yet." he said, only
half hearing her comments.  She came over to the bed and stood right next
to him, only two feet from his naked cock and held out the book.  "This
one" she said, standing there patiently.  She looked down at the sheet, at
the lump that was his penis, and at the stain that was his semen.  He saw
her look, but she didn't say anything.

   "No, I haven't read that one yet" he croaked.  She said "OK" and, with a
flip of her pony tail, she turned and walked out the door.  He sagged into
the bed.

   Mandy was so excited she didn't know what to do.  She had so much energy
she wanted to run and jump and shout all at once.M She'd never experienced
this kind of feeling and had no idea that, in reality, she was just plain
horny.

   After siesta time Bob got dressed and decided to work with the new
Mustang who had been involved in the morning incident.  He yelled to Mandy
and heard her call back from outside.  He looked and saw she had cleaned up
a big pile of old boards and was pulling weeds from what had once been a
flower garden.  She had smudges of dirt on her face and arms.  Her shirt
was soaked with sweat and clung to her breasts like a second skin.  He told
her what they were going to do and she jumped up excitedly.

   Widowmaker liked Mandy, and let her put a halter on him with no problem.
Then they let him out and Bob walked him around the corral for a while
Mandy sat on the fence and watched.  He asked her if she wanted to try it
and she jumped off the fence.  He couldn't help but see her breasts bounce
and wobble under her shirt and felt himself getting stiff again.

   Damn" he thought.  "I have to quit looking at her or something.  This is
crazy!"

   Mandy took the rope from her Uncle and trotted around the enclosure
happily.  Bob got harder and harder as he watched her breasts.  Finally he
couldn't take it any more and told her to put him away.  He supervised as
she brushed Widowmaker down and he whickered, standing firm.  Bob was
amazed that a wild animal like this could be so taken with a young girl. 
But Widowmaker was a stallion, so maybe he thought she was cute too.  Bob
laughed at the thought of the horse getting a boner for the girl.

   When they'd put Widowmaker back in his stall, Bob said he was going down
to the creek to cool off in the swimming hole.  Mandy chirped "Good, I want
to come too.  I'm all hot and dusty".  Bob groaned.  He'd planned on going
down there and skinny dipping and jerking off again.  "Uh, sweet cheeks,
I'm gonna skinny dip.  I don't have a real swimming suit." he said.

   "That's OK" she said.  "I'll skinny dip with you!"

   "Sweetheart, you can't do that, we'll be naked." he said gruffly.

   "So?" she said.

   "I thought you didn't want me to see your sweet little titties." he
said.

   "Isn't that what skinny dipping means?  What's the big deal?" she said.
"You saw me this morning.  What's the difference?"

   "You sure didn't act like that this morning.  You were mighty shy then."
he smiled.

   "Well, it wasn't so bad.  And besides, it would feel really good to get
cool in the creek."

   He didn't know what to do, but the thought of seeing those lovely
breasts again caused him to make a decision that would change their lives
forever.  "OK" he said "But don't say I didn't warn you."

   Now Mandy's energy level was enough to cause her to run down the path,
stop and run back to where he was walking.  She was jittery and talked like
a motor mouth.  When they got to the creek, however, she got more subdued
at the thought of actually taking off ALL her clothes in front of her
handsome Uncle.  He, on the other hand, started taking off his clothing as
if it were the natural thing to do.  When he was naked except for his pants
he turned to her.

   "Mandy, honey, there's something you need to understand before we go
swimming."

   She looked at him, toying with the knot in her shirt.  It was half
undone and as he said that it came loose and hung.  Now her skin was
visible from neck to belly button.

   "What?" she said.

   "Well, when a man sees a good looking woman, there are changes that
happen in his body." he started out.  "He gets ...  um ..  he has ..."

   "An erection?" she said, finishing his sentence.  "Is that what you
mean?"

   He blushed.  "Well, yes.  He gets ...  an erection.  It's a normal
thing, and if you should happen to see one ..  I mean if I ..  um."

   Uncle Bob, do you have an erection?" she said, and at that precise
moment she let the shirt slide off her back and down her arms to the
ground. Once again she was topless.

   Bob definitely had an erection.

   "Uh, yes, Mandy, I do.  But I don't want you to be afraid!" he said
quickly.

   "Uncle Bob!" she said.  "I'm not afraid of you.  It just means you want
to have sex with me, right?"

   Bob looked around.  What in the world was going on here?  She was
standing there, topless, her fingers on the button of his old bush shorts,
asking him to confirm the fact that he wanted to fuck her brains out.

   Those fingers twitched.

   The shorts hit the ground like there was ten pounds of lead in them. 
Now all she was wearing were those powder blue high rise panties that had
pulled up into the crease between her pussy lips.

   "Uncle Bob?" she said.

   He unfroze.  She seemed to be taking this remarkably well.  "Well, yes,
I suppose there is one part of my brain ...  a male part ...  that sees you
as a beautiful young woman and potential sexual partner, but you don't have
to worry about that."

   Her thumbs slipped into the waistband of those panties on each side and
pressed downward on the high rise band.  She bent over and suddenly the
panties were at her knees, then her ankles and then on the ground as one
foot daintily stepped out of them, followed by the other.

   "I told you I'm not afraid of you." she said, standing in front of him
totally nude.  "Now, are we going swimming or not?"

   He was so rattled that it never occurred to him that she could have gone
in the water without waiting for him to remove the rest of his clothing. 
But that's what she did.  She put her hands on her hips and turned one foot
outwards, standing hipshot like a horse, obviously waiting for him to join
her.

   "What the hell?" he said and dropped his pants.  He wasn't wearing
underwear.  His 42 year old boner stood straight and proud, pointing at the
object of its desire.  He at least got the satisfaction of seeing her eyes
go round and a flush come to the skin above her breasts.

   He took a step toward her and she broke like a scared rabbit.  Every
shred of the bravado she'd displayed fled and she screamed as she ran for
the water.  She tripped running in and bounded back up, jumping up an down,
yelling and yipping until he thought she was hurt.  He waded in behind her
and was inundated with splashes from her frantic acrobatics.

   "Mandy?" he said.  She didn't seem to notice and he yelled "MANDY!!".

   She stopped and whirled, looking at him from only a foot away.  Her eyes
were wild, like the Mustang Stallion's eyes had been when he first
approached him.  She stood frozen, trembling.

   He lifted one hand.  "Mandy, honey?" he said.

   She made a sound low in her throat and threw herself at him.  Her arms
went around him in a bear hug and her body writhed against him.  He
couldn't believe the ferocity of her attack.  But her nails were not
raking, her fists were not beating.  She seemed to be trying to envelope
him with her arms and legs.  He held her close to him, whispering soothing
things into her ear as she struggled, not to get free, but to get closer to
him somehow.  His body reacted to her soft breasts pressing against his
stomach, her soft pussy hair mashed against his thigh, where her legs were
clamped.

   His hands cupped her naked bottom and he pulled her upward.  Her arms
climbed him until they were around his neck and her face was under his
chin. Now her breasts were pressed against his own and his rigid penis was
between her legs, pressed directly against her teenaged pussy.

   She got quiet as suddenly as she had exploded into action.

   "Mandy, honey, are you OK?" he said into her ear, holding her tight.

   "I saw you today" she sighed, wiggling against him in a completely
erotic manner.

   "Mandy?" he was really concerned now.  She was acting VERY strangely.

   "I saw you in your bed today" she said to his neck.

   He didn't understand at first, until he remembered her coming to get the
book during siesta.  "When you got the book?"

   She shuddered and held him tighter.  "Before that"

   He went pale.  "You mean when I was ...?"

   "When you said my name" she sighed, her breath hot against his neck.

   He thought about what he should do, what he should say.  He came up
blank.  "Mandy ...  I ..."

   Finally her face lifted and she looked at him.  She was crying and tears
were streaming down her face.  "It made me feel ...  I don't know ... 
CRAZY!  she said.

   He loosened his grip on her, letting her go, but she held him tight.  "I
feel that way now Uncle Bob.  Like I'm going to fly apart.  Like I'm going
to explode or something.  I don't know what to do Uncle Bob.  What's wrong
with meeeeee?" she wailed.

   Finally he understood what was happening to her.  She had hormones
running through her blood like fire leaping from tree to tree in a forest
fire.  She was in heat, like a wild mare who had smelled the stallion.

   He didn't think about right and wrong.  He just thought about the cure
for what ailed her.

   He kissed her.

   It was a lip-bruising kiss, that had every bit of passion he could
communicate through his lips and tongue.  She melted into him, going limp
as if she'd passed out.  He walked with her as the kiss deepened, carrying
her out of the water to the soft grass that grew on the bank.  It was deep
and cool and formed their bed.

   Never breaking the kiss he lay her down and his hands roamed over her
body, caressing, stroking, tweaking, squeezing.  He touched her breasts,
paying particular attention to her nipples.  Then he stroked her belly and
rustled her pubic hair before sliding his whole hand between her legs,
pressing as her hips jerked spasmodically.

   Her legs opened and he rubbed her, first hard, and then with a feather
touch.  He let one finger skim between her labia and her hips jerked again.
When his finger entered her body her tongue entered his mouth.

   No words were spoken.  None were needed.

   He climbed between her legs and she opened them for him, knowing what to
do, though never having done it before.  He didn't ask, or wait.  He simply
slotted his prick in her pussy and pushed.  Her groans and writhing hips
communicated discomfort, but her nails in his butt cheeks pulled him ever
deeper.

   When he hit bottom he pulled his lips away from hers and let her
breathe. She took in great shuddering gasps of air as her hips began to
move, jerking, wiggling, sometimes trying to get away from the thing
skewering her, and sometimes trying to climb further up on it.

   She began a low voiced chant "Uncle Bob ...  Uncle Bob ...  Uncle BOB
... UNCLE BOB ..  UNCLEBOB..UNCLEBOB..UNCLEBOB!!!" she screamed his name as
her untried pussy spasmed around his cock and she fell screaming into her
first orgasm as a woman.

   Bob was swallowed by that hurricane of emotion and reaction and his cock
played its part, jetting his seed into her depths in long almost painful
contractions of his cock and balls.  Over and over his penis poured forth
his offering of love and her pussy drank every drop, thirsting for more.

   He collapsed, pinning her to the ground, so drained he could do nothing
more than plant his elbows beside her ribs so she could still breathe.  The
weight of his thighs on hers kept his prick embedded in her as it oozed
it's last drips in her.

   When he could summon the energy he gave a convulsive flex of his muscles
and rolled sideways.  His cock, almost glued to her pussy walls by their
combined jellies, pulled free with a sticky plop and he landed on his back
beside her, too weak to move again.

   She lay just as limply, legs still open, arms at her sides, eyes glazed
and staring.  Her well fucked pussy still flexed occasionally, forcing big
globs of creamy cum out of her vagina.

   They both just breathed.

   Eventually her hand lifted and sought his body.  She touched him and her
head rolled toward him.  He was almost afraid to look her in the eyes. 
Hadn't he told her she had nothing to fear from him?  And now he had
violated that trust.  But he forced himself to look at her.  What he saw
brought him wonder.  There was gratitude, and love, and a tired laughter
somehow.

   She licked her lips, preparing to speak.

   What would she say?

   Would she curse him?

   He didn't think so, but ...

   "How long" she whispered.  "Until we can do that again?"


   
