Lead the Way - Chapter 046 - Rocky
I've told you a while back to watch out for chapters with a first name as their title. This is another flashback, though a rather positive one... and suddenly I find myself calling my riding instructor :)
I hope you like imagining Emily in rider's clothes as much as I do *mhmmm*
Lead the Way - 046 - Rocky
Emily wasn’t pressed for time. So far studying at Yale, living in her own flat in Georgetown, working as a waitress and enjoying herself had been more than she had imagined. She pretended she didn’t notice that her mother wired her money every week and her mother pretended that she didn’t do exactly that.
By 1994 the Ambassador’s daughter had shed her Goth style but her flat still showed hints of her past. She was 24, her birthday still months away, and spring was full of promises. For Emily it was also full of questions.
What should she do with her life and what would bother her mother the most? She knew she didn’t want to work in politics and travel around the world without a home of her own. Nor did she want to campaign or lie for a living. This meant that lawyering and accounting were out of the question as well.
So far she had taken several courses in art and literature and some in medicine. She didn’t really see herself as a doctor, but the prospect of saving lives was interesting. Emily had even briefly considered joining the CIA but that would probably have entailed a lot of travel and she had definitely done enough of that.
Last night she had drowned these questions in liquor and taken home a dark girl that vaguely reminded her of Amélie. The hangover she woke up with this morning was the worst she had had in a while. She decided that only a good workout would clear her head and drove to her father’s stables.
Emily was relieved to find that her favorite horse, Jackie, a bay paint she had won many races with, was ready and rested. The perfect time for a canter up the hills. On weekends the stables were open to guests and many took the opportunity to get a lesson in.
Her headache was getting stronger with all that noise and after saddling Jackie she quickly made a beeline for the hills. On this side of the property ran a little creek and Emily loved jumping over it. Guests usually stayed on the east side where the terrain was flat and teachers could easily oversee everyone.
Just as she was taking in the silence around her she heard a cry. Emily steered Jackie in the direction the cry had come from and galloped as fast as she could. She found a rider on the ground and Zeus, a fierce creature, bucking and kicking a little to the side. Before she could lend a hand and help the rider up, Zeus charged at them.
Emily sped between Zeus and his former rider and reared up Jackie, a trick she was never more grateful to have trained than she was today. Zeus was startled and backed away. As he ran off towards the stables, Emily finally had the time to meet his rider.
“Hi, there. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” The girl was about her age, had light brown hair, brown eyes, freckles on her nose and a winning smile.
“I’m Emily.”
“Rocky.” Emily dismounted Jackie and walked the girl over to the stables.
“Are you an experienced rider?”
“First day actually.”
“Where is your teacher? And why did he give you Zeus?”
“Actually…”
Emily looked at her.
“Yes?”
“I sort of… I might have embellished my skills a little.”
“And Zeus?”
“Looked pretty.” Emily rolled her eyes.
“Okay, who was it?” The only way a total stranger would have been allowed to ride one of the family horses was if she had flirted with one of the stable boys.
“I think his name was Steve. But please don’t fire him.” Emily frowned.
“So you know who I am?”
“I have a pretty good idea, yes. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How much time has passed I guess.”
And with that the brunette understood. Rocky had heard of her from some girl she had seduced and had come to meet her. She was flattered really, but there was something about Rocky that kept her from pursuing this line of thought. Instead she said:
“Do you want to learn?”
“What?”
“How to ride, of course.”
“Would you teach me?”
“If you like.”
Thus a marvelous friendship had begun. The girls connected on a level much deeper than physical attraction and together they had the most fun Emily had ever had: picking up girls in bars, riding horses, finding new ways to spend their parent’s money, studying occasionally and agreeing on almost everything.
After graduating - Rocky had been far more ambitious in that department - her friend returned home, but Emily visited as often as she could.
I hope you like imagining Emily in rider's clothes as much as I do *mhmmm*
Lead the Way - 046 - Rocky
Emily wasn’t pressed for time. So far studying at Yale, living in her own flat in Georgetown, working as a waitress and enjoying herself had been more than she had imagined. She pretended she didn’t notice that her mother wired her money every week and her mother pretended that she didn’t do exactly that.
By 1994 the Ambassador’s daughter had shed her Goth style but her flat still showed hints of her past. She was 24, her birthday still months away, and spring was full of promises. For Emily it was also full of questions.
What should she do with her life and what would bother her mother the most? She knew she didn’t want to work in politics and travel around the world without a home of her own. Nor did she want to campaign or lie for a living. This meant that lawyering and accounting were out of the question as well.
So far she had taken several courses in art and literature and some in medicine. She didn’t really see herself as a doctor, but the prospect of saving lives was interesting. Emily had even briefly considered joining the CIA but that would probably have entailed a lot of travel and she had definitely done enough of that.
Last night she had drowned these questions in liquor and taken home a dark girl that vaguely reminded her of Amélie. The hangover she woke up with this morning was the worst she had had in a while. She decided that only a good workout would clear her head and drove to her father’s stables.
Emily was relieved to find that her favorite horse, Jackie, a bay paint she had won many races with, was ready and rested. The perfect time for a canter up the hills. On weekends the stables were open to guests and many took the opportunity to get a lesson in.
Her headache was getting stronger with all that noise and after saddling Jackie she quickly made a beeline for the hills. On this side of the property ran a little creek and Emily loved jumping over it. Guests usually stayed on the east side where the terrain was flat and teachers could easily oversee everyone.
Just as she was taking in the silence around her she heard a cry. Emily steered Jackie in the direction the cry had come from and galloped as fast as she could. She found a rider on the ground and Zeus, a fierce creature, bucking and kicking a little to the side. Before she could lend a hand and help the rider up, Zeus charged at them.
Emily sped between Zeus and his former rider and reared up Jackie, a trick she was never more grateful to have trained than she was today. Zeus was startled and backed away. As he ran off towards the stables, Emily finally had the time to meet his rider.
“Hi, there. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” The girl was about her age, had light brown hair, brown eyes, freckles on her nose and a winning smile.
“I’m Emily.”
“Rocky.” Emily dismounted Jackie and walked the girl over to the stables.
“Are you an experienced rider?”
“First day actually.”
“Where is your teacher? And why did he give you Zeus?”
“Actually…”
Emily looked at her.
“Yes?”
“I sort of… I might have embellished my skills a little.”
“And Zeus?”
“Looked pretty.” Emily rolled her eyes.
“Okay, who was it?” The only way a total stranger would have been allowed to ride one of the family horses was if she had flirted with one of the stable boys.
“I think his name was Steve. But please don’t fire him.” Emily frowned.
“So you know who I am?”
“I have a pretty good idea, yes. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“How much time has passed I guess.”
And with that the brunette understood. Rocky had heard of her from some girl she had seduced and had come to meet her. She was flattered really, but there was something about Rocky that kept her from pursuing this line of thought. Instead she said:
“Do you want to learn?”
“What?”
“How to ride, of course.”
“Would you teach me?”
“If you like.”
Thus a marvelous friendship had begun. The girls connected on a level much deeper than physical attraction and together they had the most fun Emily had ever had: picking up girls in bars, riding horses, finding new ways to spend their parent’s money, studying occasionally and agreeing on almost everything.
After graduating - Rocky had been far more ambitious in that department - her friend returned home, but Emily visited as often as she could.