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Hello lad said Jarvis, her ladyship said to let you know she,s going riding this morning. Peter to give the stable boy his proper name just stood there with a pale expression on his face, his gangly frame started to shake as he stared at the riding equipment hanging on the wall, now lad don,t get all bothered there,s worse jobs out there, now get along, you know how she hates it when she has to wait. after taking everything of the wall Peter ferried it all outside to the pasture taking care to lay it out neatly. Angelica,s dark green riding skirt flapped as she strode purposefully into the pasture, her white blouse contrasting against the skirt and matching jacket emphasised her matronly persona. Well done Peter, all ready i see, she liked to do the saddling as she called it herself, took real pride that it was fitted correctly. Don,t dilly dally up you get, Peter looked at the platform, four foot of the ground almost as wide as a horse, laying down on his back he did not have to wait long, the first leather strap went round his waist and Angelica fastened the polished buckle underneath the platform, the second secured him at the shoulders with arms at his side, next the legs, then he gulped as the reins were fastened , reins he thought why, and to me bit,s. Here we go, last but not least she said, he watched as she fitted the gag with it,s rod sticking upward like like an over size sun dial pointer, two stirrups hung, one either side as if eagerly waiting Angelica's black booted feet. What a glorious day for it she said, putting her foot in the stirrup, holding onto a leather strap she hoisted herself up. Peter thought back to the day his aunt said she had got him the stable boys job, it,s a good job he had been told, it,s got perks an all, she had said. Gazing up he saw her ladyship hovering above as she lifted her riding skirt, why does she do it he panicked, why! if she, going to shave then shave it all of not......oh god,noo, it went dark as the dress dropped over him and angelica lowered  herself down with a gasp, stubble bloody stubble he tried to groan as it spiked his face.  Angelica looked left across the pasture to the woods then to the gentle rolling hills in front of her with the sun and clouds making patterns on the ground, tugging on the reins and giving Peter a tap with the crop she started a slow trot, yes she mused what a great day to be outside