A story about when I was 11 years old. We were traveling out of the country, to visit some friends of my parents, who had a ranch. At the ranch everyone was nice as could be. On the second day they asked me if I wanted to go horseback riding, something I had never done. They sent me with this ranch hand, a man in his fifties.

He showed me the ranch, and the beautiful lake that they had, and we stopped to rest, and eat a picnic lunch. On the way back I got sick at the stomach, but I didn't ask him to stop so that I could go. I wasn't of the idea of going out there in the fields anyway. But I got more and more sick and I pooped, I had the worst diarrhea and messed my pants real bad. He saw what happened and stopped the horses and reached up to get me off. I was so embarrassed all I could do was cry.

He got me off, and took my pants and panties off right there in the field, I stood naked, filthy dirty and he gave me this towel that he had in the saddle bag, and left me there, half naked and walked away. He was gone about 30 minutes, and when he came back my pants were all wet. He hung them on the back of the saddle, and hoisted me up into the saddle sitting on the towel and we rode back towards the ranch.

When we were within a short distance, he stopped and took me off the horse, and gave me my pants and panties, which were much drier and I put them on. When we got back to the ranch house, he ushered me in to the back of the house so I could change. He took my clothes with him, and I got them back the next day, clean and pressed.

That was, and is, the worst experience of my life.