Thursday, March 19, 2015

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Despite the mist, she spent an hour working Chica, and working herself, and she smelled of it, mare-sweat and woman-sweat, with a tingle of Chanel No. 5.  They'd turned down the trail from the south forty, easing along, and she could feel the mare's heart beating through her knees and thighs.
-John Sanford,  Dead Watch

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