move her arm. Her trusty right hand was almost useless. That was the
hand she had snapped into a latex sleeve, ring less fingers twitching
under a sheen of sterile lubricant. Madison's right arm buried in the
mare; the animal's black vulva winked below the veterinarian's straightened
elbow. She, whom Abby called Dr. C, completed the horse's internal exam
in seconds. Dr. Madison Creighton always rushed when she saw equine
thoroughbred barn's chief groom and exercise girl, watched the doctor
while relaxing her grip on the horses nylon head halter and lead.
Madison boasted, sounding too loud to herself inside the sweet-smelling
stall. "We made it," she said as she withdrew her palpating
hand. "If I'm right, like I usually am,"--she grinned toward
Abby's petite frame, noticing that her blonde cap of self-cropped hair
shone in the backlit stall--she'll start labor soon." Pivoting
where she stood, Abby rustled wheat straw beneath her light boots, stretched
to swing the hanging mesh bag of alfalfa hay away from the mare's velvety
nose. Spare steps in the main barn maintained distance among people,
animals, and obstacles.
climbed behind Abby on the catwalk after they had slipped out of the
stall. Standing at the entrance to the narrow corridor, the older woman
hemmed her in, speaking to Abbys stooped back. Shell
do fine; I dont think this foal is affected. Abby straightened,
lifting a five-gallon bucket of warm water. Special grain in metal cans,
leather tack, soaps, liniments, and powders took up almost every inch
of the wooden shelving and floor.
first time, Abby seemed to be in a hurry herself. Boil the water,
right? Thats my part, Dr. C. Abbys head nearly brushed
Madisons right breast as she stepped around her into the central
vaulted space. Rafters far above them were as beautifully crafted as
the hinged oak of each stall door.
And call me Madison! Damn, Abby! What Im saying is that weve
been partners here. You know how many animals Ive lost this spring.
Your love for the horses, combined with Kentucky stubbornness, has been
the medicine I lacked. And Im grateful, OK? The doctor is cured.
Abby said, trying out the name. What does it matter? I wont
see you again until theres a problem with someone. She jerked
her tiny chin toward the opposing rows of stalls below where they stood.
Tempted to continue talking to her back, Madison picked her way behind
Abby to the stall where theyd started.
strangling a little, "It's personal." She noticed sweat outlining
Abbys very pink lips, deciding for the first time that Abby always
smelled like, yes, honeysuckle. As if agreeing, the mare wormed and
chomped bristly horse lips. Tension broken, the two women laughed. The
animals relaxed posture made Madison appear shaky, more self-conscious
than she intended. Once Abby looked up, and met Madisons hazel
eyes in an unrelenting stare, the taller woman leaned in. She kissed
Abby, crushing hard enough to part lips.
until Madisons back rested against the vintage, smooth-as-satin
wall. Because of her height and the angle at which Abby clasped her,
Madison felt, but could not see, center shirt fronts being unbuttoned.
So surprised she believed shed faint, Madison gasped as Abby molded
each breast, still inside its bra cup, with her hot palm. Seconds later--how?--two
and two more freed breasts bobbed. Pulling her pants belt loops roughly,
Abby skirted Madisons slim waist with fingers as fluttery as butterfly
wings. Unzipping, opening her from fabric to labia, Abby skipped to
everywhere at once. Madison, when she tried to flex an ankle, tangled
in shucked-off khaki. Through it all, they kissed, inhaled one another,
breathed secrets. Finally Madison slid to the floor, sifting wheat straw
when her hips landed.
Abby, a pixie clothed below the waist, folded herself atop Madison, settling into the concave nest between breasts and pubis. Again aware of the large animal sharing their space, Madison enjoyed her view from the stable floor. As Abby and Madison cuddled, the veterinarian saw an amber drop of colostrums, the first food a nursing foal receives, on one of the mares turgid teats. As powerful as a misplaced prism, it caught, splintered, and transformed the barns very ordinary light.
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