Jesus the Mexican had a punishing fall. Ouch!” howled Kev as Mavis bit him sharply on the ankle. “How about a really marvellous fuck?” said Rupert. There were sporting prints on the wall and more framed photographs of horses jumping, galloping, standing still and being presented with rosettes.
“You are losing zee touch, Rupert,” he kept saying. “He’s real fine, so much better. Won’t have meant a thing to him. They’re in the tackroom.
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