(Pony Tales Book 2) The Grooming Room As she began to move, Jenny tried to dispel the disconcerting images of the training room with a shake of her head. It wasn't easy. One particular image was going to come back to haunt her again and again. Thankfully, as soon as her knees hit concrete, she had a different problem to focus her mind on: rope burn. Deciding on a new tactic she shuffled forward quickly, but lightly of limb. Putting very little pressure on her joints she lessened the burning sensation somewhat. What a mess this rope was going to make of her pale white flesh! There'd be no tennis sessions until the burns had faded. She'd be the talk of the Hillbeir Tennis Club if she turned up in her whites with what appeared to be carpet burns all over her.Mark studied the new, somewhat elegant shuffle, and decided the kid was going to be a quick learner. That at least was one point in her corner. He didn't expect her to pick up many more on her initial training runs. 'This is the Grooming Room.'Jenny growled in response.
