Laugh...

Karen looked at me and laughed. I knew she had heard me. I smiled at her and climbed up onto my horse. She handed me the reigns and kicked her horse into motion. I followed her through the tall trees.

"Come on Captain." Karen called over her shoulder as she kicked the horse into a gallop. I dug my heels in my own horse and tried to catch up. She came to a stop near a cottage. She jumped off the horse and walked the it into the yard. I did the same, following her into the cottage.

"This is beautiful Karen. A gorgeous program." I smiled and looked around at the cottage. A large mattress sat on the ground in one corner. On the hardwood floor there was a bearskin rug in front of the large fireplace. A warm fire was burning in it.

"Here, I programmed some chicken soup to cook over the fire." She pulled out a couple bowls and spoos from a short cupboard and gave them to me to hold while she ladled the soup into the bowls. We sat at the wooden table and chairs to eat.

"This is very nice Karen." I said slurping up the juice of the soup.

"Thanks. It's my mothers recipe." I felt Karen placed her feet up on my chair between my legs. Her feet gently brushed my inner thighs.