Training Harry
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Courtney sat across from me, knees up to her chest, sipping tea. She appeared perfectly comfortable. She did not even seem to miss playing polo very much. Every fucking day I was ravenous. I could not sit still. I could not endure this. I needed the chase. The technical, brutal, intoxicating chase.
Courtney sat, and sipped, thoroughly content.
I tipped back my energy drink, gulping it. Slamming the empty glass onto the table, I looked over at her. “I have not heard otherwise,” I said to her. “So I suppose your daddy is still going to be sponsoring you.”
Courtney nodded. “It’s a good thing,” she said in her annoyingly pragmatic way. “If we both didn’t have a sponsor, we’d be even more screwed.”
I stood up and went to the window, where I looked out upon the Floridian landscape. The sun beamed down over stylish businesspeople, surfer boys and sluts in tiny shorts. Mere miles from here, the palm-tree lined entrance of the International Polo Club began, displaying the promise of everything I had ever wanted. Everything I had worked for.
I shook my head. “We are still fucked.”
Watch for Team Dark Horse, the sequel to Training Harry, coming in 2015!