Author's e-books - sweet. Page - 3
This is my story about how I grew up around horses. I learned enough to know how they are feeling, and when they're sick. Maybe my experiences can help you get to know horses a little better than you do now.
*Some sexual content It started with a letter, written in stupid poetry. Stupid poetry that read me like an open book. It was signed 'Your Friend', like I would know who it was from. And worse, I didn't even recognize the handwriting. Being Heather Gibbs' best friend was like being an awkward, pimple-faced thirteen year old girl all over again. She was overly... well, everything. Overly-gorgeous, and funny, and perfect. And then there was me, with my straw-colored hair and tiny, tiny frame. She
This is my story about how I grew up around horses. I learned enough to know how they are feeling, and when they're sick. Maybe my experiences can help you get to know horses a little better than you do now.
*Some sexual content It started with a letter, written in stupid poetry. Stupid poetry that read me like an open book. It was signed 'Your Friend', like I would know who it was from. And worse, I didn't even recognize the handwriting. Being Heather Gibbs' best friend was like being an awkward, pimple-faced thirteen year old girl all over again. She was overly... well, everything. Overly-gorgeous, and funny, and perfect. And then there was me, with my straw-colored hair and tiny, tiny frame. She