“Nicely put,” Fatima surveyed me, “I actually had someone in mind for that but this woman is old enough to be her mother. She’d certainly be up for it but given her reputation, I think she might be up something else too if you know what I mean. I’d be forced to supervise the sessions.”
“I do and my task is to teach her to ride but along the way if she wants to know more about how a lesbian thinks I’m only to happy to tell her what I do know.”
“How old are you by the way?”
“Twenty eight.”
“Close enough,” she studied me for a moment and then took out a packet of cigarettes, “look I’ll be honest with you, I actually had someone else in mind for this part but she practically got down on her knees and begged to do it,” she offered me the pack and I hesitantly took a cigarette. “It was only
