At nineteen he was one of the older staff and the only male in a team of twenty women, the work at the stables had always been very physical and great fun. Rich had worked with horses for years and at the Abbeyway Riding School for about three years, but the time had come to move on. He had heard rumors that this may involve some mess, as the staff gave him a messy goodbye, but he was ready in his old jodhpurs and wellies.
However Richard was not aware of what was planned... You see, as the only man on a yard of women he had ensured that he had 'made friends' with most people and, well lets face it, he had slept with nearly everyone at some stage. Surprisingly he had managed to keep it all secret from each of them, but now that had changed. You see, he had been foolish enough to keep a diary and even worse, he had left it lying around.
The little black book had been found a week ago, and although Rich had not noticed the atmosphere had changed, there were twenty angry women around him and he was in deep trouble.
Tradition dictated that people who left the stables were given a messy send off, covered in some food and horse feed and thrown on the muck heap. Rich was ready for that, it was all just a bit of fun. Well, he was not ready for what the girls had planned for him, as a special surprise.
Since finding his diary a plan had been formed and the girls had been shopping, pooling spare money to get some messy substances to ensure that Rich never forgot his days at Abbeyway, and that they would get some suitable revenge.
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It was a warm summers evening, the last riding lessons had finished and only the staff remained checking the horses for the night. Rich stepped confidently onto the back yard. It was quiet, too quiet. He was aware that there should be noise and activity, but there was none. Shrugging his shoulders he smiled to himself, soon he would be away from this place, it had been fun, but there was always time for new blood.
He walked past an empty stable and there was a sudden movement he felt himself being grabbed. His arms were roughly tied behind his back baler twine. His shoulders were grabbed and he was turned round to see the staff assembled on the yard in front of him. They did not look happy, in fact they all looked pretty angry.
'Hello Richard', Hilary the head girl stool in front of the group of staff. 'We found something of yours.' She held up the diary, flicking through the pages. Richard shuddered, this was serious. 'I see you gave everyone a score out of ten... How charming.' She dropped the book on the ground.
'Now, we want to have some fun with you before you leave.' She smiled coldly. 'Get him his transport.'
A large wheelbarrow was pushed behind him and he was pushed backwards into it. He landed with a wet splat. Rich looked down and saw that it was half filled with muck. 'Whoops, we forgot to empty the barrow... We will have to do that now.' The staff scattered and ran off down the yard.
Rich wondered what was happening. Suddenly it became clear as he was pushed down the yard. There was a groom standing at each stable and each of them were carrying buckets. He did not have to wonder what they contained for long as Caroline smiled at him as his barrow was stopped.
'Caroline...' He smiled. 'We were friends...' She smiled and held up the bucket.
