Chapter 66 - Evening Surprise
"Torrie, don't be silly. Who'd be out to hurt us?"
"I don't know. But it's a lot of coincidences to have in a row. It really seems planned to me."
"I think it's just a strange fluke. You'll see."
"Dom you just don't want to worry me. But let's go unload the car. What do you have planned tonight?"
"I have something up my sleeve."
"What is with you and surprises lately?"
"I don't know but I find it fun so humour me." Torrie sighed but dropped the subject as they parked the car and then started to unload it. It took two trips and when it was done she fell backwards on the bed.
"I'm so sorry I made you carry all that crap around. I didn't realize how much stuff I'd picked out."
"I can handle it so don't worry about it." Dom said and fell back beside her on the other side of the bed.
"I don't know how I'm getting it all home."
"Maybe you should have bought more luggage while you shopped." Dom teased.
"I'll likely need to just to get it all home." Torrie answered with a sigh.
"I bet you will need another large suitcase." Dom told her then sat up.
"No doubt. Now since you seem to be calling the shots, what now?"
"Well, I believe you told me you'd show me some other uses you had in mind for my arms." Dom gave her a sly smile.
"I guess I did. But you don't have anything planned for right now? You had every other second of today planned."
"I don't have anything planned that can't wait for a while." With that Torrie grabbed Dom around the neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.
An hour later they were getting dressed again. And again Torrie had no idea what they were going to do, though not for lack of trying to get the info out of him.
"Tell me where we're going?" Torrie asked, trying again to try and find out where Dom was taking her next.
"Nope. All I'm telling you is you need to dress warm."
"Well, that's cryptic. Warm how?"
"Warm that you'd be ok going for a walk if you had to. So I guess that means shoes you could walk in too." Dom said and then laughed at the look on her face.
"Are we going for a walk?" She tried to worm more details out of him.
"Maybe." He refused to give into her incessant questioning.
"You are terrible." Torrie said with a sigh as she donned a cable knit sweater over a tank top and then sat down to pull on her boots. She was glad she'd brought boots with a sensible heel. She could only guess what Dom had in mind. She stood up and looked at Dom. She tried to take a clue from what he was wearing.
But his jeans and red jacket over a black wife beater gave nothing away. She opened her mouth once again to ask him where they were going and like he knew what was coming he held up his hand.
"Don't even bother. You'll know when we get there." Dom laughed at the thwarted look on Torrie's face. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be not knowing where we're going." She answered him.
"Alright, let's go." Dom held a hand out to Torrie and she took it and allowed him to lead her down to the car. They got in the mustang and headed out of the underground parking lot. As they merged into traffic Torrie sat in her seat, puzzling about where Dom was taking her off to. She really had no idea. She figured it was involving a walk of some sort but Dom wasn't giving anything away. His face was a stowic as it always was as he piloted the car through the new york traffic as if he'd always been doing it.
Dom was a more then competent driver and in truth anyone who could navigate LA's rush hours could easily handle New York at any time. But even still the rushing traffic combined with the lack of 4 point harnesses in the hired car did make Torrie some what nervous. She tried to hide it knowing instinctively that Dom would think she didn't find him a good driver or that she didn't think him capable of driving smartly if he knew she was nervous. She was still quite glad it was him driving and not her. No matter how comfortable she was navigating in and out of LA's worst traffic she had no desire to try it in New York. The drivers were more cut throat, more hostile.
They pulled up to what Torrie supposed was their destination. It was a long, low building.
"Where are we?" Torrie asked Dom.
"Why don't we go in and see?" Dom asked as he got out of the car. Torrie followed him and they walked into the building. Smells that dropped her right back into her childhood assaulted her senses at the door. Smells of straw, hay, leather, and clean animal. Dom had taken her to a stable in the middle of New York? How was there such a place?
"This is a stable?" Torrie asked, incredulously. Dom didn't know how she could know that from the main office. There were no horses or equipment related to them around. It could have been any office with any purpose.
"How'd you know?" Dom asked, really curious as to how she'd figured it out.
"I use to ride as a child. My mother insisted on it. She thought it was something that every well brought up young lady should know how to do. And lucky for me I enjoyed it. But as I got older it took a back seat to cars. And it took more then one horsepower to really make me excited. But I love horses. And also luckily my riding instructor thought that any horsewoman should get a rounded education and made me learn how to tack up my own horse and how to take care of him too. I use to have my own horse but when my mom died I sold him. I didn't have the time to ride anymore while I tried to get over my own loss and keep my dad from going out of his mind plus make sure the store didn't get run into the ground over it all. Then my dad went missing, or died as I thought at the time and I really didn't have time for it. But I still love horses. Why'd you take me here?" It wasn't like he'd known she could ride. How could he have?
"I thought we'd both be newbies and go for a ride in Central park." Dom answered. He'd never been on a horse but they'd told him that they had horses gentle enough for anyone. He'd never counted on Torrie being an accomplished rider herself.
"I'd love to go. But I'm no newbie." Torrie answered with a smirk. "We've finally found the one thing I can school you on."
"Ha ha." Dom answered her. The manager joined them in the office before Torrie could answer back.
"May I help you?" The man asked Dom.
"Yeah, I have reservations for two." Dom told the manager.
"Yes, I see that. Two beginners?" The man asked, trying to make sure he had the right people.
"Well, I thought so but it turns out my girlfriend has ridden before." Dom answered, shooting Torrie a look.
"Really? How extensively?" The manager asked Torrie. They didn't get as many people who knew what they were about as they did newbies and if the girl could really ride it would give them a way to get one of the horses not suitable for beginners out for some exercise.
"Well, I was intermediate II in dressage, I've jumped up to 4' 6", done some three day eventing, and I had gotten up to my western level 2 but I really only had interest in hunt seat so I didn't really work at western too hard." Torrie blushed at having gone on so much about her horseback riding ability.
"Really? You jumped up to 4' 6"?" Torrie nodded. "You've jumped at a Grand Prix level?" Again all Torrie could do was nod. "What do you do now? I've never seen you on the circuits and I jump Grand Prix myself."
"I don't ride anymore. Well, not horses at least."
"Why ever not? I hate to see a talented young person throw away their gift."
"I found cars and they took over my life. I guess riding just wasn't meant to be my life." Torrie was embarrassed to have what she felt as a huge let down to her dead mother be dragged out into the open.
"Well, I'm going to ask if I can impose on you anyway." The manager started. "I rarely get people who can really ride in here very often. Can I give you a spirited mount? I can't really give the advanced horses out to people very often."
"No problem. I'm sure it'll all come back right away." The manager nodded and smiled. He turned to Dom.
"I take it you really are a novice."
"You got me." Dom answered. The other man nodded and went out back. He motioned for them to follow him.
"I'll put you on Honey." He told Dom. "She's a really sweet mare. I'm sure she won't give you any trouble at all. She'll mostly just want to follow the young lady's horse anyway." Dom looked in the stall at a honey coloured horse with soft brown eyes. She did look gentle, and she was a fair sized horse so he didn't feel bad about asking her to carry his weight.
"What kind of horse is she?" Dom asked out of curiosity.
"A quarter horse, thorobred cross." The manager answered as one of the stable employees began to saddle the horse. He walked up to another stall. "I'm Terry by the way." He held his hand out to Torrie.
"I'm Torrie." She answered.
"Nice to meet you. I'm putting you on Shatan." Terry stated and pointed out a stall in the back corner. Torrie walked up to the stall and peered in. A large black head with a white diamond under an unruly fetlock was tossed out over the half door. Torrie rubbed the nose of the black horse as she looked at Terry.
"Mare or gelding?" She asked. Dom winced, waiting to hear gelding. He'd have pity for the horse.
"Neither. Stallion." Terry answered and watched Torrie for any nervousness.
"My favourite." She answered. "Arabian?" She asked with a very confused tone. The black horse had to be 17 and a half hands tall and that was huge for an Arab. But he had the pretty dished face and fine facial bones of the Arabian breed.
"Pure blooded, his parents came straight out of the desert. You really know your horses." Terry smiled. "You don't think he'll be too much do you?"
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. Just because his name directly translated is Satan doesn't mean he's an evil horse." Torrie grinned widely. She loved a challenge in all things.
"He's not. He's just spirited. He needs a rider with a firm seat but soft hands." Terry said as he started to tack up the horse himself. "If you're dressage is as high level as you say you'll do fine."
"Don't forget it's been years since I've done much riding."
"It's like riding a bike. You don't forget. You're at a higher level then Shatan for dressage but he can jump higher then you've gone. But with a beginner with you you won't be doing any jumping on the bridle path. If you want to try him over some fences when you come back I'll make time."
"We'll see." Torrie answered with a smile and watched with a giggle as Dom tried to mount a horse for the first time. It was hard to look graceful while bouncing on one foot with the other trapped in a stirrup. Eventually Dom gave up and used the mounting block.
Torrie adjusted the stirrup, put her foot in, bounced once and settled gracefully into the saddle. She adjusted her weight then leaned over and tightened the girth of the saddle once more to make sure it was secure. She watched as one of the stable employees did the same for Dom and then Terry showed them the entrance to the bridle paths of the park.
They started out down the path, the sun hitting the tree tops and grassy plains of Central park, dappling the ground of the woods as it filtered through the leaves.
"So why didn't you tell me you rode?" Dom asked.
"It never came up. I would have if you'd told me you wanted to go riding. It was so funny watching you try to mount up." Torrie giggled as they rode side by side. A squire darted out across their path and Honey just walked along. Shatan snorted and bucked. Torrie was waiting for it and it just made her laugh out loud with her head thrown back. She'd been too long without the feel of a powerful horse under her. It was nice to be back in the saddle again. It was something she would have to concider taking up as a hobby when she got back to California. And she had Dom to thank for reminding her of how much she use to enjoy the activity.
"Well, it was hard. The horse is higher off the ground then it looks."
"She looks, and well, my horse is bigger."
"That hardly seems fair, you're the small one."
"Yeah, but when that squirl ran across the road, if you'd been on Shatan you'd be half way home to LA by now."
"He didn't look hard to control."
"That's just because I've been doing this so long. It's all in how you sit the horse and hold the reins. You sit on her back like a sack of flour and hold the reins with no authority. If you'd been on Shatan he'd have known you had no control and he would have bolted. He knows from how I sit and how I have contact with his mouth that I have control and that I'm a rider. You're a passenger when it comes to horseback riding Dom." Dom opened his mouth to argue. Torrie cut him off. "It's not a bad thing, just the truth. It takes practise and lessons to learn to be a rider."
"It's sort of like cars then. Most drivers are just drivers. It takes skill and practise to be a racer."
"Exactly." Torrie smiled at Dom's car analogy and watched the path between Shatan's ears.
"So, what's wrong with how I'm sitting on the horse?" Dom asked after a moment.
"Well for one thing you need to sit up straight but not tense. Then you need to hold one rein in each hand like this." Torrie showed Dom how she was holding the reins. "Keep your elbows in. There should be a straight line formed by the reins and your forearms. Keep your knees in too, you should be gripping the horses sides with them. Push your heals down and try to keep your toes in." Torrie watched as Dom tried to follow her instructions.
"This is harder then it looks."
"Yep. It doesn't matter on Honey how you sit. She's a perfect trail horse. Just let her do her thing and sit however you feel comfortable." Torrie told Dom. She didn't want to see him ruin his ride trying to master all the technical aspects of English riding in one ride.
"Good advice." Dom laughed and slouched back down. "Much better."
They rode the main loop of the bridle path and as they headed back to the stable it was getting on to evening and the sun was setting. The firey sunlight glided the autom leaves various shades of red, orange, and golden yellow. The whole ride took about 2 hours. Torrie was just starting to get really into the ride but Dom looked like he was in a great deal of pain. Torrie giggled to herself. She remembered how hard it was to get used to long hours in the saddle.
When they got back to the stable Torrie did end up taking Shatan over various jumps at the request of Terry who really wanted the horse to get a good workout. Torrie reassured Terry that Shatan hadn't given her any trouble and then Torrie and Dom headed off.
"So what now?" Torrie asked.
"I thought we'd go for a drive then I have another surprise." Torrie sighed then rolled her eyes. After a moment she laughed.
"What?" Dom asked.
"I have a surprise too." Torrie giggled as she admitted this to Dom.
"What's that?" Dom asked.
"You're not going to be able to move tomorrow."
"Why's that?" Dom looked confused.
"You're gonna be so saddle sore." Torrie started to laugh uncontrollably.
"I guess I'll have to do anything I want to get done requiring a lot of activity done tonight then will I?"
"For sure." They went on a driving tour around the city.
"Torrie, don't be silly. Who'd be out to hurt us?"
"I don't know. But it's a lot of coincidences to have in a row. It really seems planned to me."
"I think it's just a strange fluke. You'll see."
"Dom you just don't want to worry me. But let's go unload the car. What do you have planned tonight?"
"I have something up my sleeve."
"What is with you and surprises lately?"
"I don't know but I find it fun so humour me." Torrie sighed but dropped the subject as they parked the car and then started to unload it. It took two trips and when it was done she fell backwards on the bed.
"I'm so sorry I made you carry all that crap around. I didn't realize how much stuff I'd picked out."
"I can handle it so don't worry about it." Dom said and fell back beside her on the other side of the bed.
"I don't know how I'm getting it all home."
"Maybe you should have bought more luggage while you shopped." Dom teased.
"I'll likely need to just to get it all home." Torrie answered with a sigh.
"I bet you will need another large suitcase." Dom told her then sat up.
"No doubt. Now since you seem to be calling the shots, what now?"
"Well, I believe you told me you'd show me some other uses you had in mind for my arms." Dom gave her a sly smile.
"I guess I did. But you don't have anything planned for right now? You had every other second of today planned."
"I don't have anything planned that can't wait for a while." With that Torrie grabbed Dom around the neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.
An hour later they were getting dressed again. And again Torrie had no idea what they were going to do, though not for lack of trying to get the info out of him.
"Tell me where we're going?" Torrie asked, trying again to try and find out where Dom was taking her next.
"Nope. All I'm telling you is you need to dress warm."
"Well, that's cryptic. Warm how?"
"Warm that you'd be ok going for a walk if you had to. So I guess that means shoes you could walk in too." Dom said and then laughed at the look on her face.
"Are we going for a walk?" She tried to worm more details out of him.
"Maybe." He refused to give into her incessant questioning.
"You are terrible." Torrie said with a sigh as she donned a cable knit sweater over a tank top and then sat down to pull on her boots. She was glad she'd brought boots with a sensible heel. She could only guess what Dom had in mind. She stood up and looked at Dom. She tried to take a clue from what he was wearing.
But his jeans and red jacket over a black wife beater gave nothing away. She opened her mouth once again to ask him where they were going and like he knew what was coming he held up his hand.
"Don't even bother. You'll know when we get there." Dom laughed at the thwarted look on Torrie's face. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be not knowing where we're going." She answered him.
"Alright, let's go." Dom held a hand out to Torrie and she took it and allowed him to lead her down to the car. They got in the mustang and headed out of the underground parking lot. As they merged into traffic Torrie sat in her seat, puzzling about where Dom was taking her off to. She really had no idea. She figured it was involving a walk of some sort but Dom wasn't giving anything away. His face was a stowic as it always was as he piloted the car through the new york traffic as if he'd always been doing it.
Dom was a more then competent driver and in truth anyone who could navigate LA's rush hours could easily handle New York at any time. But even still the rushing traffic combined with the lack of 4 point harnesses in the hired car did make Torrie some what nervous. She tried to hide it knowing instinctively that Dom would think she didn't find him a good driver or that she didn't think him capable of driving smartly if he knew she was nervous. She was still quite glad it was him driving and not her. No matter how comfortable she was navigating in and out of LA's worst traffic she had no desire to try it in New York. The drivers were more cut throat, more hostile.
They pulled up to what Torrie supposed was their destination. It was a long, low building.
"Where are we?" Torrie asked Dom.
"Why don't we go in and see?" Dom asked as he got out of the car. Torrie followed him and they walked into the building. Smells that dropped her right back into her childhood assaulted her senses at the door. Smells of straw, hay, leather, and clean animal. Dom had taken her to a stable in the middle of New York? How was there such a place?
"This is a stable?" Torrie asked, incredulously. Dom didn't know how she could know that from the main office. There were no horses or equipment related to them around. It could have been any office with any purpose.
"How'd you know?" Dom asked, really curious as to how she'd figured it out.
"I use to ride as a child. My mother insisted on it. She thought it was something that every well brought up young lady should know how to do. And lucky for me I enjoyed it. But as I got older it took a back seat to cars. And it took more then one horsepower to really make me excited. But I love horses. And also luckily my riding instructor thought that any horsewoman should get a rounded education and made me learn how to tack up my own horse and how to take care of him too. I use to have my own horse but when my mom died I sold him. I didn't have the time to ride anymore while I tried to get over my own loss and keep my dad from going out of his mind plus make sure the store didn't get run into the ground over it all. Then my dad went missing, or died as I thought at the time and I really didn't have time for it. But I still love horses. Why'd you take me here?" It wasn't like he'd known she could ride. How could he have?
"I thought we'd both be newbies and go for a ride in Central park." Dom answered. He'd never been on a horse but they'd told him that they had horses gentle enough for anyone. He'd never counted on Torrie being an accomplished rider herself.
"I'd love to go. But I'm no newbie." Torrie answered with a smirk. "We've finally found the one thing I can school you on."
"Ha ha." Dom answered her. The manager joined them in the office before Torrie could answer back.
"May I help you?" The man asked Dom.
"Yeah, I have reservations for two." Dom told the manager.
"Yes, I see that. Two beginners?" The man asked, trying to make sure he had the right people.
"Well, I thought so but it turns out my girlfriend has ridden before." Dom answered, shooting Torrie a look.
"Really? How extensively?" The manager asked Torrie. They didn't get as many people who knew what they were about as they did newbies and if the girl could really ride it would give them a way to get one of the horses not suitable for beginners out for some exercise.
"Well, I was intermediate II in dressage, I've jumped up to 4' 6", done some three day eventing, and I had gotten up to my western level 2 but I really only had interest in hunt seat so I didn't really work at western too hard." Torrie blushed at having gone on so much about her horseback riding ability.
"Really? You jumped up to 4' 6"?" Torrie nodded. "You've jumped at a Grand Prix level?" Again all Torrie could do was nod. "What do you do now? I've never seen you on the circuits and I jump Grand Prix myself."
"I don't ride anymore. Well, not horses at least."
"Why ever not? I hate to see a talented young person throw away their gift."
"I found cars and they took over my life. I guess riding just wasn't meant to be my life." Torrie was embarrassed to have what she felt as a huge let down to her dead mother be dragged out into the open.
"Well, I'm going to ask if I can impose on you anyway." The manager started. "I rarely get people who can really ride in here very often. Can I give you a spirited mount? I can't really give the advanced horses out to people very often."
"No problem. I'm sure it'll all come back right away." The manager nodded and smiled. He turned to Dom.
"I take it you really are a novice."
"You got me." Dom answered. The other man nodded and went out back. He motioned for them to follow him.
"I'll put you on Honey." He told Dom. "She's a really sweet mare. I'm sure she won't give you any trouble at all. She'll mostly just want to follow the young lady's horse anyway." Dom looked in the stall at a honey coloured horse with soft brown eyes. She did look gentle, and she was a fair sized horse so he didn't feel bad about asking her to carry his weight.
"What kind of horse is she?" Dom asked out of curiosity.
"A quarter horse, thorobred cross." The manager answered as one of the stable employees began to saddle the horse. He walked up to another stall. "I'm Terry by the way." He held his hand out to Torrie.
"I'm Torrie." She answered.
"Nice to meet you. I'm putting you on Shatan." Terry stated and pointed out a stall in the back corner. Torrie walked up to the stall and peered in. A large black head with a white diamond under an unruly fetlock was tossed out over the half door. Torrie rubbed the nose of the black horse as she looked at Terry.
"Mare or gelding?" She asked. Dom winced, waiting to hear gelding. He'd have pity for the horse.
"Neither. Stallion." Terry answered and watched Torrie for any nervousness.
"My favourite." She answered. "Arabian?" She asked with a very confused tone. The black horse had to be 17 and a half hands tall and that was huge for an Arab. But he had the pretty dished face and fine facial bones of the Arabian breed.
"Pure blooded, his parents came straight out of the desert. You really know your horses." Terry smiled. "You don't think he'll be too much do you?"
"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. Just because his name directly translated is Satan doesn't mean he's an evil horse." Torrie grinned widely. She loved a challenge in all things.
"He's not. He's just spirited. He needs a rider with a firm seat but soft hands." Terry said as he started to tack up the horse himself. "If you're dressage is as high level as you say you'll do fine."
"Don't forget it's been years since I've done much riding."
"It's like riding a bike. You don't forget. You're at a higher level then Shatan for dressage but he can jump higher then you've gone. But with a beginner with you you won't be doing any jumping on the bridle path. If you want to try him over some fences when you come back I'll make time."
"We'll see." Torrie answered with a smile and watched with a giggle as Dom tried to mount a horse for the first time. It was hard to look graceful while bouncing on one foot with the other trapped in a stirrup. Eventually Dom gave up and used the mounting block.
Torrie adjusted the stirrup, put her foot in, bounced once and settled gracefully into the saddle. She adjusted her weight then leaned over and tightened the girth of the saddle once more to make sure it was secure. She watched as one of the stable employees did the same for Dom and then Terry showed them the entrance to the bridle paths of the park.
They started out down the path, the sun hitting the tree tops and grassy plains of Central park, dappling the ground of the woods as it filtered through the leaves.
"So why didn't you tell me you rode?" Dom asked.
"It never came up. I would have if you'd told me you wanted to go riding. It was so funny watching you try to mount up." Torrie giggled as they rode side by side. A squire darted out across their path and Honey just walked along. Shatan snorted and bucked. Torrie was waiting for it and it just made her laugh out loud with her head thrown back. She'd been too long without the feel of a powerful horse under her. It was nice to be back in the saddle again. It was something she would have to concider taking up as a hobby when she got back to California. And she had Dom to thank for reminding her of how much she use to enjoy the activity.
"Well, it was hard. The horse is higher off the ground then it looks."
"She looks, and well, my horse is bigger."
"That hardly seems fair, you're the small one."
"Yeah, but when that squirl ran across the road, if you'd been on Shatan you'd be half way home to LA by now."
"He didn't look hard to control."
"That's just because I've been doing this so long. It's all in how you sit the horse and hold the reins. You sit on her back like a sack of flour and hold the reins with no authority. If you'd been on Shatan he'd have known you had no control and he would have bolted. He knows from how I sit and how I have contact with his mouth that I have control and that I'm a rider. You're a passenger when it comes to horseback riding Dom." Dom opened his mouth to argue. Torrie cut him off. "It's not a bad thing, just the truth. It takes practise and lessons to learn to be a rider."
"It's sort of like cars then. Most drivers are just drivers. It takes skill and practise to be a racer."
"Exactly." Torrie smiled at Dom's car analogy and watched the path between Shatan's ears.
"So, what's wrong with how I'm sitting on the horse?" Dom asked after a moment.
"Well for one thing you need to sit up straight but not tense. Then you need to hold one rein in each hand like this." Torrie showed Dom how she was holding the reins. "Keep your elbows in. There should be a straight line formed by the reins and your forearms. Keep your knees in too, you should be gripping the horses sides with them. Push your heals down and try to keep your toes in." Torrie watched as Dom tried to follow her instructions.
"This is harder then it looks."
"Yep. It doesn't matter on Honey how you sit. She's a perfect trail horse. Just let her do her thing and sit however you feel comfortable." Torrie told Dom. She didn't want to see him ruin his ride trying to master all the technical aspects of English riding in one ride.
"Good advice." Dom laughed and slouched back down. "Much better."
They rode the main loop of the bridle path and as they headed back to the stable it was getting on to evening and the sun was setting. The firey sunlight glided the autom leaves various shades of red, orange, and golden yellow. The whole ride took about 2 hours. Torrie was just starting to get really into the ride but Dom looked like he was in a great deal of pain. Torrie giggled to herself. She remembered how hard it was to get used to long hours in the saddle.
When they got back to the stable Torrie did end up taking Shatan over various jumps at the request of Terry who really wanted the horse to get a good workout. Torrie reassured Terry that Shatan hadn't given her any trouble and then Torrie and Dom headed off.
"So what now?" Torrie asked.
"I thought we'd go for a drive then I have another surprise." Torrie sighed then rolled her eyes. After a moment she laughed.
"What?" Dom asked.
"I have a surprise too." Torrie giggled as she admitted this to Dom.
"What's that?" Dom asked.
"You're not going to be able to move tomorrow."
"Why's that?" Dom looked confused.
"You're gonna be so saddle sore." Torrie started to laugh uncontrollably.
"I guess I'll have to do anything I want to get done requiring a lot of activity done tonight then will I?"
"For sure." They went on a driving tour around the city.