Brad laid down in bed, still feeling a chill his legs felt cold. Getting up he quickly thought of his other leathers and pulled on his leather riding pants.
Now warmth spread like a thick blanket and Brad drifted off to sleep.
Mellony itched as the buggy feeling seemed to be everywhere. Peeling off parts of her gown she felt some better as the cool night air caressed her skin.
Suddenly she stopped, the sound of footsteps she feared for her safety. Almost naked she walked along carrying her dress and still in her undee's.
Then a whinnie from her right. Turning quickly she saw George and Gracie, her father's prize Percheron draft team standing near the fence.
Walking over she reached her itchy palm and stroked the muzzel of George. "EEEEEE, a pain like now she'd ever felt streaked through her palm, up her arm and into her head.
Suddenly dizzy she slumped to the ground, as George leened over the fence rail and nibbled his thick lips in her hair.
The dizzy feeling slowly went away Mellony got up. Holding on the rail to steady herself she shook her head.
George and Gracie watched as the girl's eyes darkened from blue to deep brown. Lookinng around she felt really sick since she suddenly saw things in grayish tones.
Feeling strong enough to move Mellony walked toward the house. Opening the front door she walked in a George whinnied his good night.
Chuck made it home and stepped into the kitchen. Thirsty, he turned on the tap and swallowed a big glass of water. Turning to head upstairs he spotted Jamey the families' happy Newfoundland purebred panting in the livingroom doorway.
Kneeling down Chuck stroked the thick black furry head. Jamey happy as could be to see his packmate gave a hardy big lick to Chuck's left cheek.
The touch of the wet tongue was as a hot flat iron on Chuck's itchy cheek skin. Slapping his hand to his face he whenced.