Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 13:30:30 EST
From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com
Subject: A LESSON IN TIME PART 20

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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Twenty


I was surprised, as  usual, with the way in which Doc seemed to shrug off
Shaun's behavior. Doc  simply started the conversation far away from the subject
of Shaun. He began by  talking about the two ponies pulling our  cart.

"It's  rather easy to command ponies such as these, Kevin. They've been
pulling for me  at least a year now and they know exactly what is expected of
them. Have you  noticed that I don't even have to use much force on the reins when
I'm directing  their movements? It's rather simple in a way. They both know
that the bit in  their mouth might tear the skin if they act up and I have to
use greater force  than I am  presently."

I used my little, to no, experience to reply, "Yes, they seem to know their
place in society. The pony I used at Windy Hills was much like these two,
except  that it needed no direct commands. It was as if it knew exactly what to do
and  where to go. It almost seemed as if it was programmed like some kind of
computer."

"Yes, I've been witness to those ponies myself", Doc said, "The difference
between those ponies and mine are so opposite. Old man Trumbull trains most
of  his ponies to be used as carriage ponies and around here we train them for
more  than just pulling free men around all day. You'll see what I mean once
we get  over the  knoll."

Doc  placed his right hand on my bare leg, as I spoke. "So from what you say,
you  know of Windy Hills and what goes on  there?"

"Well, let's just say that I'm not kept in the dark about that or any other
slave facility of importance. You see Kevin, once a year we hold a "pony
roundup" where everyone brings their best pony or ponies down here and we have
what we call our `Olympics'.

I turned  back to watching the ponies, as they were more pleasing to my eyes
than looking  at Doc; as Doc broke out with "Look ahead of us Kevin and you'
ll see what I'm  talking about. The slave pulling the water wagon is just one
example of how we  utilize slaves here. As a matter of fact, he's the lad that
we got to replace  John Henry and Jordan after they both came to be house
slaves. You'll see how  well mannered and trained he is, the closer we get to him.
I can remember the  very first day he came to us. His parents signed him over
to me, since he  apparently, according to the parents was something of a
renegade. He never made  it passed the fourth grade and he was always being caught
out in their barn,  doing certain things with some of the animals. He's a
might slow in the head,  but once he's learned something he seems to be able to
retain it. His dad was  rather abusive towards him, but I never expect much
from some of these `hill  people'. The poor boy used to have to take a strap on
his ass, naked and in  front of his whole family. I don't suppose you'd know
much about something like  that, coming from a well educated set of  parents."

The closer we got, the easier it was to see the slave boy and the
considerable  size of the water wagon. "How long did it take before that slave could pull
such  a heavy load? I  asked.

"It  doesn't take long really. They start out with a much smaller water tank
and work  their way up to that big one you're looking at. He hauls water ten
hours a day  out to the workers, which you'll also see later in the  afternoon.
"

Just about then, the young slave brought his cart to a halt and immediately
fell  to his knees; bringing the shafts of the cart with him. I could see how
well the  slave had been secured to the shafts. There was no possible way he
could escape  the confines of his cart. There were several things that made the
slave stand  out from most of the  others.

First, his age; this if I had to guess, was something near fifteen years old.
 Then there was the matter of a wide, bright pink collar locked around his
neck.  Last but not least was that the boy had on a loincloth made of rather
sheer  fabric, it too was pink in  color.

Doc  was quick with his words, attempting to explain the slave boy. "You see
Kevin,  since the slave hasn't yet reached his sixteenth birthday no one is
allowed to  have anal intercourse with him; at least not in this state. Your
father, when he  was deep into the politics of the nation, made sure that there
were laws passed  that protected boys like this. We aren't even allowed to ring
him or modify him  until he turns sixteen.  You see, the color pink isn't
used just for  signifying `pussyboys' but also as a means to alert others that it
's `hands  off'.

"Well,  for such a young slave, he sure seems to have filled out quite
nicely. But if  he's been pulling that wagon for any length of time, I can see how
such exercise  has helped him mature physically. When does he become of  age?"

"That's an odd question, coming from you Kevin. Do you find the slave
attractive? Is the slave something you find desirable, and you're wanting to  fuck
it?"

"Oh no Sir, nothing like that. It's just that I'm learning so much that my
brain  sometimes has more questions in it than I can ask", I replied rather
hastily.

"Kevin, let's be honest here. You're sitting next to me naked as the day you
 were born and your cock is standing at attention. Certainly you must be
attracted to something for you dick to be gorged with so much blood", Doc said
half  heartedly.

"No Sir, not the young slave Sir, not him. Perhaps it's the two slaves who
are  pulling us Sir. I find their beauty to be beyond expectations  Sir."

"Come  Kevin, come with me and we'll have a closer look at the young slave,
the one  that you `don't' have an attraction  to."

Climbing down from the seat, I ran my hands along the dampened back of the
slave  closest to me as I walked past him. Perhaps Doc was right about my sexual
 arousal, as my own cock twitched as I stared at the two black slaves, as
their  skin glistened under the afternoon sun. Both of them had amazing
erections, far  beyond my wildest imagination or cast out  rumors.

Catching up to Doc, I was mortified to see just how young this particular
slave  looked. Even with all of his hair matted down against his head, he clearly
 looked like a mere  kid.

Doc  stood so close to the slaves face, that at first it was difficult for me
to see  what was going on; but it soon became  clear.

The  slave used his teeth to pull down Doc's zipper and his mouth immediately
 extracted Doc's penis. Doc just stood there with his hands resting on his
own  hips, while the slave drain and swallowed every drop of  piss.

"Ah  Kevin, you certainly understand about slaves taking the posture of a
urinal.  After yesterday, I'm sure that such activity should by now become second
nature  to you. You should never have to use a toilet to piss into when you
are around  slaves. All good and honorable slaves want to have your  piss."

I  stood there as if I had just been turned into a pillar of stone. I didn't
know  what to say or do for the longest time. My brain traced over the events
from  yesterday's session in the slave barn, and I thought that I could still
smell  the acrid odor of urine in my nostrils. And I surely wasn't going to
mention the  slave in dad's office who swallowed my piss in the  restroom.

>From the motion of the slave's head, I could tell that Doc had managed to get
a  hardon and was allowing the slave to suck him off. Doc used this time to
talk to  me about many things, mindless of the slave kneeling there with a slab
of  manmeat in his  mouth.

"Kevin, I know that you've only been on the `trail' for less than two
weeks, but  I am sure that by now you can see that a slave's life is a bit more
different  that what everyone learns in some classroom. I continue to be
impressed with  your desire to learn. I know that everything you'll learn this summer
will play  a big role in your own future. You're out here naked, is a good
sign. It shows  me that you are accepting the fact that being naked in front of
slaves or free  men is nothing to be concerned about. If I didn't have my
health clinic in town,  I'd probably be a lot freer with my body too. But then
again, I'm not as young  as you, nor do I have the desire or need to experience
some of the things which  you have. I know that you are somewhat embarrassed to
be seen naked by our  housekeeper, but if you think of it from a slave's point
of view, then  regardless of whom or what it is, nudity shouldn't be a
problem. That's one of  the first things a slave has to learn. It's not his or her
body anymore and  being naked is only natural for  it."

"But...but... I didn't have any choice in the matter. They took my clothes and
left  them in your living room. I had nothing to say or could do that would
have made  it any difference. That Fido slave even led me to the barn by my
cock, and then  the lady kept talking about all the things that were wrong with
me, and the  things she was going to do to me and then she said something about
sending in a  report on what I needed in order to be a proper slave in the eye
of the state. I  didn't what to experience any of that stuff. None of it was
my idea, and I  thought you knew that when you came into the Shaun's  barn."

"I  wasn't aware that you were not fully accepting their session Kevin. With
Shaun,  I was upset because he didn't have permission from me to use you in
such a  way.  Free man or slave, Shaun has to have my permission to `play'
with  another mans body, unless of course it was sent to us by the state. That's
the  only way I can keep control over him. I withhold outside `amusements' in
order  for him to better himself when he's getting the new men ready to
serve. You see  Kevin, withholding sex from a virile male makes him more energetic,
if you know  what I  mean."

"I'm  not sure I know exactly what your trying to convey, but I think I
understand  some of it", I replied rather reluctantly.

"Think of  it in this way... a young teenager who desires to expand his
knowledge of sex and  sexual fantasies sometimes, like most males, will have to
resort to masturbation  until the opportunity arrives to actually have sex. It's
the same with Shaun and  even with every slave I've ever known. Take yourself,
if I might. You had  achieved an erection by looking at our two ponies and I'm
sure your mind was  filling itself with all sorts of things you could imagine
yourself doing to and  with them. It is much like yesterday, downstairs where
you were able to achieve  an unbearable erection for hours without any
relief. So you see what ever part  of your brain was controlling that particular
moment in time, allowed you to  feel the rush of adrenalin causing you to  erect."

"Well, I'm not saying that I agree or disagree with what you are saying, but
 either way... getting an erection does not have connotations one way or the
other  as to one's sexual preference or his being aggressive or submissive.
Clinical  studies have shown that a normal male can readily achieve an erection at
the  slightest thought or mention of anything sexual." I responded with a
tighter  grip on my own thoughts and  words.

"Kevin, we could stand here all day long and debate the scholars who have
been  so kind as to tell the world what brings on an erection, but right now I
need to  concentrate on dumping a sizeable load down this slave boy's throat. It'
s the  only pleasure we get from him, for  now."

I  turned away from Doc, as he held firmly to the boy's head. I moved towards
the  two ponies, who by all accounts had heard every word that was spoken.
Both of  them still had their hardons and both of them seemed to be saying, with
their  eyes, that they needed  relief.

The  all to familiar moans of a man in the grip of an orgasm came flooding
into my  ears, as I moved back and once again mounted the cart; looking over the
ponies.  It wasn't long before Doc pulled away from the young slave and
joined me; and  once again the ponies began to ease themselves into a steady
rhythm.

I turned to  look back over my shoulder as the young slave stood up and began
digging his  feet into the earth in an attempt to get his water wagon moving
again. It seemed  sad at first to watch the kid struggle with his cart, but
once it started moving  the young slave seemed  content.

"I  should have asked if you needed to use the slave Kevin, please forgive my
 manners", Doc said rather jovially. "But you'll have ample time to use him
or  others if you should so desire. Right now I'm taking you down to the far
end of  our property so that I can check the progress the slaves are making
clearing  more of the land. It's a long process cutting trees and pulling stumps
but in  the end, the result is beautiful."

"But", I replied, "I thought we  were going to the horse barn to see Jordan
and John  Henry?'

"Don't worry Kevin, we'll end our trek at the horse barn and the slaves will
 still be hard at work. There is never enough time in a day for just two
slaves  to finish their work, so you'll be able to observe them while they toil.
Not  only do they take care of the horses, but Jordan also must take care of
the pony  slaves at the end of each day before he's allowed back  downstairs."

I began getting a sick feeling in my gut, like when you know that something
just  doesn't good right. I felt sorry for Jordan from the moment I met him and
with  everything I've heard and seen Jordan sure could use a friendly face in
his  life, other than John Henry; who was only able to comfort and console
him on a  limited  basis.

It  wasn't long before we crossed over the ridge of the knoll and what lay
before me  was absolutely beautiful. Lush green pastures, meticulously fenced
off into  sections.

"We started this program about two or so years ago, when slavery came to the
state. We used all manual labor to clear the trees and stumps, dig the post
holes and string the barbed wire." Came the unsuspecting words from Doc. `
Just  up the way you'll see a group of slaves still clearing trees and still
digging  post holes."

As I looked into the pastures, I could see several teams of slaves pulling
the  ever so obvious carts which were laden down with different amounts of
weights.  One pasture even had two slaves, each pulling their own carriage. The
carriages  looked exactly like what I'd seen in my college books, all gleaming in
the  sunlight and the leather upholstery seemed to sparkle just as much. The
cute  little bimini tops made the entire mental picture look even more
inviting. I  wasn't sure if I was seeing myself sitting in the carriage while
observing the  pony; or was I thinking as if I was the  pony.

"Now  before we get down to where the slaves are doing the tree cutting and
stuff; I  just want to caution you about staring at any one particular slave.
The slaves  we use out here, for this particular work, have only been sentenced
to `short  term' indenturement. One hundred percent of them have been in
front of a county  judge for stupid things like littering or spitting on the
sidewalk. There are  some who might have arrived here because they got caught up
in a brawl in some  honky tonk, redneck bar. During the day they are not
chained up, only at night  do we secure them. They eat, sleep and shit out here.
They sleep under canvas on  surplus cots. These slaves have certain, how can I
say this, ... they have their  sexual needs just like any other man. It seems that
they weed out the weakest of  the bunch and use him to gratify themselves.
They arrive in the spring and leave  before the cold weather sets in; which is
why we like using them in such a  manner, as we don't actually have to provide
a `physical housing' unit for them.  Thankfully that too was part of your
father's legislative prowess; so we can all  be thanking your dad for everything
he did for the industry while he was in  office."

"Seems that the more I see and learn; my father really did a great job with
the  indenturement program. I'll have to remember to pass along all of the
comments  and compliments everyone is bestowing upon him. I never knew, until
recently  just how hard dad worked to get this program up and running. I can
understand  now, why his interns are given two to three months in the field to
better  understand the  programs."

"Yep, and from what I've seen Kevin, you are soaking in a ton of knowledge
and  some experience as well", Doc said with a smile. "I find it sad, in a way
that  Mr. Alderton doesn't venture far from his office. I'd like to see more
of him  and I'm sure that he could teach all slave handlers a thing or two
along the  way. He's always developing new skills and techniques, not to mention
equipment,  for the handling and training of slaves. But, I guess that's why
your dad hired  him."

"I've  spent only part of a day with the man, and I believe that what you
speak of is  absolutely correct. I'll have to make a note of it and perhaps
sometime in the  near future, my father will send Mr. Alderton out on visits to
various slave  centers", I replied with a happy tone in my own  voice.

Doc  brought the cart to a halt; and not far away was the group of slaves
working  amongst the trees.

"One thing  that should interest you Kevin is the financial benefit to our
small operations  here. The slaves we get in the spring time are really cheap
for us to lease from  the state ourselves. The cost of us leasing the slaves is
offset by the monies  we receive from the state for housing all the other
slaves by a margin of four  to one. So for every dollar we spend on the slaves we
us, we actually get back  three dollars for the ones we house. Add that to the
ten percent the state pays  us for all the lease money they receive; and we
come out ahead. It's like  getting all of our own slaves free of charge for the
entire nine months they  spend here. And seeing as how they work for us, we
don't' have to provide  anything other than some boots and socks for their
feet."

I  rattled the numbers through my head and realized that Doc and his lover
were  making a tidy some of money running this place. I wondered why my dad didn'
t  have his own slave center set up whereby he too could profit from the
industry.  I suppose it all comes down to time... how much of it you have and how
much of it  you can afford to spend working with so many  slaves.

"Of  course, we also get a tidy sum from the videos we produce and that along
with  the indenturement settlements allows us to have and do just about
anything we  want", Doc said in a business like  manner.

Ah  yes, the videos. I remember being told about them the first or second day
I was  here but the information I gleaned from the conversation was rather
ambiguous.  I'd have to ask Doc about that at a later time; as Doc  turned the
conversation back to the slaves toiling away about two hundred feet in front
of  us.

"You  see Kevin, the vast majority of slave centers only process, train,
lease and  house the indentured. Here we find that since our long range plans
include many  more structures and training facilities we utilize every opportunity
to improve  and implement. It would have cost us a truck load of cash, had we
been required  to hire out workers to do the same job as these slaves are
doing."

I  acknowledged Doc's comment as he kept on chattering away. "Now if you
look over  to the left there, you'll see that tall white guy in a pair of shorts.
He's like  what used to be called in the old days a `trustee'. He is like an
overseer, but  the only difference is that he's a slave himself. A lot of
those slaves are  repeat offenders, so when we get them, they all know what is
expected of them  and the ones who've been here before and have earned a little
recognition, we  make `trustees'.  Any slave in shorts is an overseer for the
rest of their  gang. The naked ones are the ones that you have to keep an eye
on. Sometimes  they get a little out of hand and then they'll feel the sting
of the overseers  whip. By the end of summer, early fall, most all of them
have been whipped at  least three or four times for various reasons. Now if you
look real close, just  because they always try to hide it from us; you'll see
what may look strange.  Over there, to the right behind that small clump of
trees, there's a stump and  laying over the stump is the slave that I mentioned
that they singled  out."

I  looked in the direction Doc was pointing but I didn't see anything. All I
could  see were the slaves sawing down trees and cutting them into small
pieces.  However, I did witness one of the slaves, getting a sting from the whip;
which  landed squarely across his  butt.

"Keep  watching Kevin. You should be seeing a slave come out from behind the
tree any  second now. He most likely used the punk slave for a urinal or
perhaps a quick  blow job. We never interfere with that part of the slave's day; as
it seems that  we can get more work from the slaves on this particular work
group if they are  allowed a little extra incentive. It's at lunch or after
dinner that they use  him more than during the day, so we just let them have at
it, unless there's a  problem. They all know that we are up here watching them,
so they try to be on  their best behavior. Normally Shaun rides out here
three of four times during  the day to check on them and then once at night to
make sure they are all  accounted for and are chained for the  night."


Like a dumbass, I asked Doc about the potential use of the fallen trees and
was  treated to a lengthy dissertation on the financial benefits from the slave
 labor. Soft wood sold off to a paper mill, and the hard wood sold off as
firewood. What could have been a single sentence, perhaps two; turned into a ten
 minute lecture on the value of  conservation.

Finally, I saw a rather chubby slave come out from the trees and start back
to  work. I could only imagine that the other slave had to suck the hairy man's
 cock, or worse.

Doc jerked  the reins and the ponies started off towards the slaves. "I'll
just stop by  there for a minute and check with the overseers and find out why
they haven't  made much progress since Saturday. We are kind enough to give
them a day off on  Sunday but at the rate they're going; I may just have to
curtail the day  off."

The  closer we got, the more nervous I became. I could feel more than a dozen
pairs  of eyes staring at me. I can only imagine what all the slaves were
thinking when  they saw my naked body atop the  cart.

Thankfully Doc stayed seated, calling one of the overseers and inquiring as
to  the deficient amount of work done. I, on the other hand, used the couple of
 minutes to scour the landscape, looking for the one slave who seemed to be
everyone's choice for sucking dick. Finally, I saw the lad. He was tied firmly
 to the stump, on his back. His hands and feet were stretched beyond belief
to  several other trees; allowing total access to his mouth and ass. Like these
 other slaves, he too, kept his body hair; unlike most of the slaves in the
barns. I couldn't tell, from where I was, how old of a kid he was; but judging
 by the size of his arms and legs I knew that he wasn't very old. It was just
 another thing that I'd have to investigate, just because it was one of the
things on dad's list of things for me to  do.

Doc kept  the ponies moving along the trail, as some of the other ponies came
into view.  They all appeared to be in excellent shape and none of them
seemed to be  straining under the loads they were pulling. It was then that Doc
explained to  me that the slave pulling the water wagon would be coming back
towards us soon.  It was this particular slave's job to supply the slaves and
ponies with their  water throughout the day. Doc also mentioned that the slave was
most always  required to swallow piss most of the day as well. That explained
the dirt which  I noticed earlier, caked on the young slave's lower legs;
apparently from having  to relieve himself along the  way.

Indeed,  I saw the young pony advancing towards us; but not only did my eyes
see him,  they also began to see the huge horse barn, which loomed in the
distance. I was  oblivious to the words Doc was saying, as my mind raced with so
many thoughts  and emotions. All I knew was that he was talking and I wasn't
listening.

We, along with the young pony, stopped once more. This time it was me that
needed to piss. I thought I would find enjoyment using the slave's mouth as a
receptacle for my golden nectar, but while he was swallowing, all I could
think  about was ... what if it was me kneeling there and he was draining himself
into  me. The slave seemed to be receptive to his life and there wasn't any sign
of  him struggling to swallow. I could have allowed myself to erect within
his mouth  and drenched his tonsils with my manseed, but instead I simply pulled
back and  re-took my position on the seat next to  Doc.

We  moved ever closer to the horse barn. Doc remained silent for several
minutes,  allowing me to take in the extreme beauty of the pastures, ponies and
the barn.  Within a hundred feet of the barn, Doc decided to  speak.

"You've had a good afternoon Kevin and you've seen quite a bit. I know, from
 experience and being a gay man that you have some of your own issues to deal
 with. So, what I'm proposing is this: How about if I just drop you off at
the  barn and you can observe or even help out if you'd care to. You can help
the  boys with whatever is remaining to be done with the horses if you care to,
or  you could help out with the ponies as they come in from their training.
Either  way, I'm sure that you'll need some time alone to sort out what you've
seen  today. And, I'm fairly certain that you also need time to figure out a
few of  your own personal inner conflicts. But, don't worry; what is said here,
done  here... stays  here."

Doc  sounded sincere, almost fatherly in fact. And I made sure to respond to
his  comments in the most proper fashion. Doc simply let me off outside the
barn and  said nothing more than, "talking with the slaves and ponies is
permitted only if  you as a free man allow it. So use your status wisely Kevin. I'll
send Shaun up  in a couple of hours to get you so that you can get cleaned up
for supper. Enjoy  yourself and learn all you can or desire  to."

I stood  outside the barn, watching Doc and the two ponies until they were
out of sight.  I didn't see John Henry come up from behind until it was to late
and his  presence startled me.

"Where are  Master Kevin's clothes?" he  asked.

I  gave him an abbreviated version of what had transpired and he seemed
content  with my explanation. We proceed into the barn after that and my senses
went into  overload.

I  thought I was in a palace. The entire barn was immaculate. The floors all
shined, the wood panels on the stall gates were almost mirror like in its
finish. The hay and straw were all neatly stacked up and in such a way as to
denote some form of pattern. The saddles all sat on their own individual stands,
 gleaming from copious amounts of saddle soap and leather care products. The
smell of the horses was more like an aroma than an odor. I was amazed at the
beauty and size of these creatures, which I learned were all Tennessee
Walkers,  and all  males.

"Jordan is in the horse shower, finishing up the last of the horses Sir",
John  Henry said with a smile. I followed him as we made our way passed the four
 horses already cleaned, feed and stalled. I  could hear a low voice coming
from what was the `horse shower area' and discovered that Jordan was actually
 talking to the animal.

He paid us  no mind, as he remained beneath the horse, performing a standard
penis cleaning.  At first I thought there was more to what I was witnessing
until John Henry  explained that male horses had to have their sheaths cleaned
on a regular basis,  almost similar to that of a  human.

I  noticed that indeed the room was designed as a shower, a horse shower to
be  precise. I watched as John Henry joined Jordan, busying himself with the
proper  implements to rake away any remaining water and then he proceeded to
brush and  comb the horse's mane and tail before he toweled off the horses  torso.

Throughout the entire process, Jordan continued talking to the animal as if
it  were human. I later learned that such conversations tend to keep the animal
a  little more restful, while having his dick  cleaned.

When it came time to take the horse back to his stall, I moved back, almost
as  if I was afraid of the beast. I had to admit to the two slaves that it was
the  first time in my life that I'd been this close to a horse.  John Henry
politely said, "Perhaps before his departure, Master Kevin might enjoy a horse
ride early one  morning."

Eventually, I found myself in the stall along with the slaves; discovering
that  the beauty and serenity of the horse goes deeper than just skin deep. I
even  asked for a brush and joined the slaves as they finished up.

"Well, now  that we've got the horses all clean and pretty for the day, it
won't be long now  before the ponies start arriving" John Henry said in a
matter of fact, sorta  way.

I  looked at Jordan and said, "Jordan, its ok if you want, or desire to speak
while  the three of us are alone. However I feel that we should keep to
protocol when  the ponies start arriving." There was a beacon of light which seemed
to click on  in his eyes, which was accompanied by a smile much larger than I'
d seen him with  before.

"Thank you Sir, thanks a lot", Jordan said trying to maintain his status as
a  slave.

I  heard what sounded like running water, or splashing sounds coming from one
of  the stalls. I immediately assumed that a water pipe or something had
broken. I  was astonished to see that the horse had exposed his cock and was
pissing up a  storm. Both of the slaves giggled from behind me. I'd never seen such
a cock  before in my whole life. It was humongous.

"Darn it",  Jordan said. "Now we've got to pull out the wet straw and I
gotta wipe off his  dick.

I  looked at Jordan, puzzled about what he'd just said. "What do you mean
when you  said you have to wipe off his dick?" I quickly  asked.

"Well  Sir, if any of the masters or Shaun should come in while we are here
and see  that we didn't wipe the cock off, one or the both of us would get
punished",  John Henry explained, as Jordan came running back with a small  cloth.

I  don't know what possessed me to hold my hand out, but I did. Jordan looked
at me  as if I was a crazy man, and all I could think of to say was "a dick
is a dick,  man or beast, a dick is a dick". Jordan handed me the  cloth.

John  Henry quickly pulled the urine soaked straw out from under the horse
while  Jordan spread fresh straw. They both turned to me, staring... waiting to
see if  I'd follow  through.

TBC...