The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

Barbara walks over to where you are standing in the living room and looked at you with her deep blue eyes, smiling mischievously with her pretty round face framed by the curves of her shoulder-length amber colored hair. Her pleasingly sleek body is quite attractive, especially since all she is wearing is a pair of blue high-heeled shoes.

But you are way too distracted by the hoof-beats that announce Brittany's impending arrival to maintain your focus on your spouse's charms.

They lost by 23 points, you tell her disdainfully. You say that you would have thought that they'd have a little more pride--they were two-time defending tournament champions.

The hoof-beats suddenly stop, and you hear a horse snorting. Barbara puts on a black sheer dressing gown and quickly goes to open the front door.