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Sex in the Boondocks

The day I met Heather started out like any other day. My father decided to wake the entire household by his favorite method of torture: blasting Toby Keith’s “I Love This Bar” at 7 am sharp. Everybody ate breakfast as my father went on and on about how everybody was supposed to clean the house that day. I rolled my eyes and thought about how I could get out of it. I decided to clean my room, and by that I mean pop in a movie and close my door. Around 11 though, I got a call from Val, my friend who I went riding with before. She asked what I was doing that day and if I would be interested in going on a trail ride with her and one of her friends. Of course I jumped at that! I told my father I was leaving and he was already loosing his ambition to clean so it was no big deal.

I got to Val’s and she introduced me to Heather. She was about 10 years older than me and very pretty. After being at Val’s house for ten minutes, I was already aware of Heather’s wild side. We loaded up the horses and left for the park about an hour away from the house. I got on Val’s thoroughbred, and Heather and Val both had Quarter Horses. As we rode, we passed around a fifth of Bacardi and swapped stories of horses, men, drinking and fighting. Apparently that was the norm. We rode for over four hours; they didn’t mind as they rode all the time but I was very sore. By the time we loaded up the horses, Heather and I had bonded and she agreed to train me for free. I was in heaven. We planned on a riding lesson the next day, but I told her I had an interview at the local country club. She told me to put her down for a reference, as she used to work there and then I would come to her house to take her to the barn on my way out there.

Lessons went by and Heather and I became like very close. She was like the older sister I never had. Heather was an amazing trainer and made most of her money by breaking and training horses, but bartended at night as well. I was only 18 at the time, but everybody thought I was older so I was able to get in the bar with her and she would serve me. To this day, people ask me if I have ever tried a particular drink and I never know. Heather would mix the drinks and I would drink them, never knowing the name or what was in it. Every night, I would go to her house and go to the bar. Afterwards, we would go through the grocery store in a drunken rage looking for the hot pockets or white cranberry strawberry juice. I would wake up either still drunk or hung over and go to work. My life became all about riding and drinking laced with pills. I basically lived with Heather and her son. I learned so much from her. She is an amazing rider and trainer, so my riding abilities were skyrocketing, along with my alcohol and pill tolerance.

One night, Heather and I decided to stay in and watch a movie. It wasn’t enough for us to just watch a movie though, so Heather handed me a really big hot pink pill and popped two herself. I had no idea what it was, and she forgot the name. I trusted her though and took it anyways. I was flying in minutes. I am now informed it was a Darvocet. It was AMAZING. We laid on the couch, drooling as we watched Animal Planet. We were too high to remember to actually watch the movie we rented. Man, what I wouldn’t give to get my hands on one of those huge hot pink pills again…..