Harry or Charles

"Good night beautiful," Harry said as he left for his place, "love you."

Harry uses "love" very easily, but then, so does Charles.

"Good night Harry," I replied.

Harry and Charles are both considered good picks by the girls I share my world with.

Sara, prefers Harry; Martha, Charles. But, both say I wouldn't go wrong with either.

A lot of help they are.

And all Carol and Mike want is for me to make up my mind so that they can enjoy little ones running around.

Charles is the taller of the two. Almost majestic, when he holds his head that certain way. Dark eyes, and lustrous black hair.

Not that Harry is hard to look at. Stands out in any crowd, with amber eyes and that golden hair.

If Sara and Martha could hear my thoughts, they'd be laughing.

"Sure, they're both hunks," would be their comment, "so pick one."

Maybe a short run. Might help to settle my feelings, or at least organize my thoughts.

I set out at an easy pace for the far end of the back field. Not like I'm in training for a race, so just taking it easy.

It was going to be a clear night. Still light enough that the millions of stars couldn't be seen, but the moon was making an early arrival.

The kind of night that Harry would describe as "perfect for love." He's the sweet talker of the two.

Finished one lap, and decided on one more before turning in.

Carol and Mike were watching from the back porch. They loved the way their pride and joy looked trotting around in the early evening twilight.

"She's gorgeous," said Carol, "I just wish she'd pick one of those studs so we could have some young colts to watch."