The Dark Pony is indeed dark and its music loud, with Mr. Hall and Mr. Oates warning everyone to watch out for a loose man-eater. The boy, 18 years for a mere two hours now, sits down at the front table. Looking up, his eyes fixate on her, his first "pony". Breasts swaying, tongue glistening, legs as long as the pole she's wrapping herself around. He is mesmerized - the Dark Pony has done its job well. But about the time she leans over and her tongue slides out of her mouth and points at him, the boy realizes the truth. She will not follow through. She will not leave the stage. She will not go home with him. So the boy, who has now become a man, can only sit quietly with the crotch of his jeans uncomfortably tight. DL