Free to Ride

“Oh my! This will just never do.”

Mrs. Goulding, who had been riding side-saddle since they left the dock, slid to the ground and pulled off her white riding gloves. She reached down, and grasping the hem of her riding dress, she ripped the fabric, right to the waist. Reaching up, she grasped the saddlehorn, and with a motion that displayed her frilly white bloomers to the rest of the party, she swung her leg up and over the saddle.

Her look of smug satisfaction as the her mount got to it’s feet was only matched by the gasps of horror and indignation which were heard from the other wives. This expedition had been paid for by their husbands, and while these women were at home at their fancy tea parties, out here they were as lost and foolish as children.

{Silly old prudes}, thought Mrs. Goulding. {They should have just stayed back at the ship}.

“Shall we ride, then?” Her smile now was genuine, and with a gentle tug of the reins she turned the big T-Rex. His enormous jaws may have been muzzled tight, but his large eyes danced with excitement as he waved his little forearms in the air.

Mrs. Goulding didn’t wait for a reply. One swift kick to the monster’s ribcage, and they were off.

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