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In THE PONY WIVES, Ron and Annette Lansing outwardly appear to be an average American couple. Together they operate a thriving new business-raising horses-and their marriage seems as successful as their means of making a living. Yet they-along with some of their friends-behave in ways many others would consider abnormal. Both believe that mate-trading-and even more unorthodox forms of sexual activity-is well within the bounds of decency.
And who is to say they are wrong, that what they do in the privacy of their own home is perverted? THE PONY WIVES-a novel of interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A story of one couple seeking and finding inner happiness.
“Get ’em cornered, Jock! Shove the meat to ‘er!” It was a barely audible whisper inside the barn, where, just inside the south door, Ron Lansing sat on a bale of hay. His gray eyes were focused intently on the activity in the corral, and the fingers of both hands were crossed to invoke the gods of luck.
Hooves tattooed the hardpan of the corral area, raising small puffs of dust that settled quickly to earth. The stud had tried to corner the filly but, as with his earlier attempts, had misjudged her agility and intuition. She was now in the center of the corral and the stud was in the corner.
Ron had to admire the physical perfection of the toy-like creatures as they snorted and cavorted in the early afternoon sun. They were less than half as high as the cowponies they resembled in miniature. No one had described them more aptly than his wife when, almost four years earlier, she had tried to paint a visual word-image of their budding business to a couple hosting them at dinner.
“No, they’re not just little ponies, like Shetlands,” she had said, her blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “They’re little big horses.”
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