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I still exist! I know I've not written a new story for ages and some of you really miss them. Here's a new one. This story is self-contained, rather than split into multiple parts like my long stories always are.
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Chapter 1
I grew up with horses. My parents owned a horse stable and our house was at the edge of the yard. We weren't racehorse stables, just stables where young people, mostly girls, learned to ride. When I was in my teens, and the only person in my family who knew Excel, I took over the business aspects. It's surprisingly complex with several riding instructors, several stableboys (although they are mostly girls), hay, feed, and more. So dozens of people and a whole supply chain of people like lorimers (I bet you do not know who they are) and saddlers. It is not a high margin business, to be honest, since you are basically teaching the daughters of middle-class families to ride, and they can afford some money but not a huge amount. I wondered how to increase our profit.
It all started a couple of years ago. I was talking to Kathy, the mother of one of our students and I said I kept reading about how Gen-Z or Zoomers can't handle face-to-face interactions, because they are on their phones the whole time, and don't date, drink, drive, or even have sex.
She laughed. "You should teach them how to ride men, not just horses."
We looked at each other and froze. It took a moment to realize that maybe this was a real idea.
"Let's try it," I said.
"Wow. Really?"
"Do you want me to train your daughter Sandy?"
"I can't talk to her about any of this stuff," she said. "She's...well a teenager and you know how teenage girls are these days from working in this stable."
"I'll try it," I said.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. And you don't want to know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well obviously rule #1 has to be that I'm not going to tell anything to Sandy's mother, aka you."
"Okay, I don't want the details. But let me know if she loses her virginity. Part of the course of life is to get married and have kids. It used to be that you didn't have sex before marriage but for decades it is the other way around. You have sex on the pill, and eventually you get around to marrying, and in your mid-thirties you maybe have a kid. Somewhere along the line you do it for the first time."
"Sure."
"So an important first step is losing her virginity. The first time."
"Fucking."
"Oh my god, that sounds so weird to talk about in the context of my daughter, even though it's the same thing."
"Do you really want me to train her?"
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