Chapter Thirty Seven: Treat might be accepted

Dennis was on the fierce black horse, his presence and control of the horse were exceptional, he was an old hand in horse riding, Tommy should have known better.

"Clip clop, clip clop," the horse hooves made as it galloped on the field.

The breeze had his hair in its command as the horse loped to the other side of the field. The stallion had the swiftness, but it needed more push.

"Heya!" He let out, adding more force to the rope on its neck. This caused the horse to go faster, but it seemed Tommy was in the same place as him too.

It was the first time that Tommy would ever be in line with him during their race.

He did improve as he said, but the field had a little more to go, so he would add more pressure on the horse and see if he still got his old touch.

Their horses raced swiftly with the same pace.

 It was almost at the finish line, Tommy's horse even looked ahead of his but no it wasn't.

Dennis got to the finish before Tommy, he hopped down from the horse swiftly.

He patted the horse on the back. 

"Good boy," he said.

Tommy had finished too, this was the fastest he had ever been. 

Tommy hopped down from his horse and caught his breath. Dennis reached to him, patted his back twice, almost aggressively.

"Did great," he commended.

Dennis had been riding horses since he was a child. He came from a royal family, so if there was one animal he was familiar with, it would be a horse.

Tommy's parents have not always had a ranch, they got it when he was a young teenager, and even at that, he just never raced with horses till he was an adult.

They left the horse track, got to a little open Sit out, and sat there.

Tommy left and returned with wine and two wine glasses. They drank under the clear sky and discussed a little. 

Dennis knew he could discuss everything with Tommy, but he didn't. Mostly for his safety. Tommy also knew he wasn't a very decent guy but he wasn't the type that saw the things under his nose, and he wasn't prying too, so most things he'd rather not discuss stayed that way.

Tommy's place was one of his safe places, so he'd rather not infect it by talking about things that were not as clean.

They discussed and laughed till the weather dimmed a little. At this point, he had downed several glasses of wine and several cigarettes. He was set to leave, Tommy was already a little fucked by their activity, so he made sure to see him into his house before making his way home.

Dennis got home, showered, had dinner, and was soon taken captive as a result of his actions. He fell deeply asleep. 

The next morning his breakfast was served, and only then did he remember his prior instructions to Little birdie.

He called Sara who he instructed to make a reservation.