"Momma B on the horsey," Angelica said, her hands emulating the gallop and jump of the horse that she and Tina had seen through binoculars while trailing Bette on a car.  "See?," Tina said, laughing lightly.

"Yeah, Momma B was having fun riding a horse, Angie.  And when you get older…" she looked at Tina who was smirking. "Umm…we can talk to Momma T about whether or not you can get horseback riding lessons, ok?," Bette continued, winking at Tina.

"Great," Tina answered with a mock frown, as they got to the car they had rented.  "I get to be the Grinch on this one?"

"No … no," Bette responded, after snapping the safety belt securely around Angie.   She walked to the trunk of the car where Tina was waiting.  "No one’s a Grinch here," she said as she drew Tina close.  "You look so sexy in this breeches-and-boots get-up, baby," Tina whispered.  "Hot, even," she added as Bette covered her lips with a searing kiss.  "Well, you feel good in any kind of get-up," Bette murmured huskily.  

She pulled her head back after a few seconds, remembering that Angelica was waiting for them in the car.  She reluctantly released Tina from their embrace.

Bette shrugged off her tweed coat, and slipped it into the built-in hanger of the garment bag.  "So you and Angie didn’t get bored watching me and following me around?," Bette asked, as she pulled out the cashmere sweater from the bag.  She hesitated before slipping it on.

"I think I should remove my shirt, T," she said.  "I am soaking."  Bette unhooked the stock pin pinned on her shirt, and started unbuttoning her vest.

"I’ll never get bored watching you move, baby," Tina answered, with a naughty wink.  She bent down to search for something in the garment bag.  "I think you threw a shirt in here before we left this morning."

"Oh, yeah.  Thank goodness," Bette answered with some relief.  She looked around.  The barn area looked deserted, and she thought it would be quicker if she just changed out in the car instead of hiking back into the barn and changing there.

She hang the vest in another hanger in the garment bag, and zipped the bag up, motioning to Tina that she was getting into the passenger side.  

Bette was continuing to unbutton her shirt when Tina slid into the driver’s side, and started the car.  Tina turned to look at Bette, who was nearly done unbuttoning her shirt.