You thought that guy across the street was just a player…“Wow that…that explains a lot.” You lean back against the pastry table and contemplate the whole new aspect of your reality. Dash definitely never mentioned anything about it. She either thought you knew, or she didn’t want you to find out. Either way the thought of giving Dash anything less than all your affection was…revolting. You could understand how the stallion found the prospect of having more than one mare desirable, but the fantasy only seemed unsettling to you, “I don’t think I can handle a herd.”