Stud horse Unknown

Her name was Melanie. Her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura.

But it was the rarest of occasions when a courting man could find the lovely princess with her two feet planted on the warm earth.

Melanie was always off with the wind. She was an expert rider. And there was one horse she loved to ride very much.

You might be able to catch a fleeting glimpse of her if you were up at the crack of dawn when she sped through the countryside on her Lightning.

That was the name of her precious horse. He was faster than all the horses in her daddy's stables and her favorite.

Some of the neighboring townsfolk even hinted that her desire for her young stallion bordered on the ludicrous.

Be that as it may, there was nothing on this blessed earth that could ever quench the passion she had for that horse.

When Melanie was straddled atop the charcoal-gray beast a power surged through her that suffused through her whole body.

She had never known a feeling like that except with her precious Lightning and she doubted whether a man could ever make her feel the same way.

Only to herself did she admit that she was in love with the beautiful stallion. And only in her dreams.