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| As we got higher, the temperature dropped, and I huddled gay bareback stories closer to Bolgar's warmth. After all, I was wearing only that long shirt, so my legs were freezing. At one point he must have noticed my shivering, or maybe the chattering of my teeth was disturbing him. We made a short stop, and he asked one of the men who was about my size for trousers. Also he gave me socks and boots. When I attempted to mount the horse again, he made me sit in front of him, and wrapped me up in his cape. At that point I didn't mind. I was so frozen, tired, my feet hurt from walking, my ass from riding, that I let him hold me gladly. In the end, the rocking, even gait of the horse lulled me into sleep. | |
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