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relinquishing.
    “Are we close to your home yet?”
Ginny asked hoping for either a reprieve or a quick end to her
suffering.
    Ian continued to ride without
comment. Perhaps he didn't hear
me , she thought.
    “Excuse me, Laird. I was wondering
if we were close to your home or is it possible to take a short
break?” Ginny asked again in a louder voice.
    Still, Ian said nothing.
    Now, perhaps girls during this century would
have taken the hint and let it be. Ginny, however, was not from
this century. She decided that his rudeness could be matched with
her own. And so, she began to squirm and wiggle on his lap, trying
to find a more comfortable position.
    This isn't
working , she thought. Maybe if I hang my legs on the other side. That would relieve
the pressure on the left side of my ass.
    Ginny began to shift so her legs were on the
other side. First she maneuvered her right leg under Ian's arm
holding the left rein. Now she was straddling the horse.
    Wait, this is much more
comfortable. Maybe I should ride like this for a
while , she thought happily.
    Ian couldn't believe what this girl was doing.
First she started shaking her bottom back and forth against him in
the most provocative manner. Now she was straddling the horse, butt
up against his manhood. Ian was trying to control the erection she
was causing him. This ride was going to be long indeed if she
didn't stop moving around so much.
    She shifted back so her ass was on
the saddle. Oh yes, much better
indeed .
    Before she could enjoy it too long, Ian kicked
his horse into a full gallop and headed for a grove of trees to the
right. Ginny tried to reach behind her to hold onto Ian, but
realized that she couldn't quite get a good grip. Just as she
thought she was going to slip off, Ian wrapped his arm around her
middle to keep her in place. This was definitely the part she hated
about horses the most.
    Once they reached the trees, Ian hopped off
the horse and dragged Ginny into the woods. He was trying
unsuccessfully to control his temper, but this was his last straw.
He knew damn well that English girls did not ride astride. She was
either trying to seduce him or she was truly simple minded. It made
no difference, he wouldn't and couldn't take much more.
    “Excuse me, Laird... am I to be
afforded some time to refresh myself?” Ginny asked Ian's back as he
dragged her further into the woods.
    Suddenly, Ian turned around and glared at
Ginny. “What were ya doing on my horse?” His question was full of
anger, like he would hit her out of rage. His face was bright red
and he was panting like an animal.
    Ginny was shocked and her eyes were as big as
saucers. She didn't understand why he was so angry. “I was
uncomfortable and trying to shift to a better position,” she stated
matter-of-factly. For the first time since the battle, Ginny was
truly afraid of the man before her. If he wanted, he could snap her
neck and be done with it. Ginny knew she should placate him, but
then again, she was never known to back down even if the odds were
against her. Gearing up for a battle, she let her anger
show.
    “Why are you so angry? I tried to
speak to you, but you deemed it too beneath you to respond. So I
decided to take matters into my own hands.”
    “Do ya think it twas appropriate to
sit on a horse as ya did?” Ian was trying to control his anger. He
knew he was scaring her, but he also knew that she needed to learn
her place. How unseemly would it be to let his slip of a girl have
any control over him. It would destroy his credibility and ruin him
as Laird. Not to mention Ian would be damned before he let her take
advantage.
    “Do I care what you think is
appropriate when my ass is numb from my knees to my neck?” Ginny
asked, dripping sarcasm and using her hands to demonstrate where
she's numb. What am I doing? I need to
shut up! Why can't I just be demure and suck it up until I can
figure out my options?
    With the quickness of lightning, Ian reached
out and grabbed