" Shesaid.I got kind of excited and said, "Really Amy? Do you really think theother kids will accept me and not care how I'm dressed?"She burst out la...ghing and said, "Yeah Bobbie, all the other kids willlove your cute short skirt and your pigtails. The boys will think it'shot that your bra strap is showing."I almost started crying. I said, "Oh, I guess you are right Amy."She put her arm around me and said, "Well, think of it this way. You area sissy, so it doesn't really matter if they accept. This will be a test of strengthand endurance. Sadly the outcome is problematic as the gurl canavoid succumbing to temptation by merely changing jobs andtherefore removing herself from your sphere of influence(precisely why wives have such a distinct relative advantage).The author perceives that you are also a strong, willful personso, since making you stronger is probably not going to have therequisite impact, the gurl's resistance must be weakened. Startbuying her gifts, just little things. It may seem like it now, but I hope you come to appreciate what we do here and come to enjoy your time here.” We finished supper and I found myself alone washing dishes. UhHuh! So this is life on the farm, I mused. I took my food back to my little hut, ate, then fell asleep.I awoke to the sounds of cockerels crowing. It was still dark out and I cursed myself for coming to such a god forsaken primitive hole. I got dressed and stumbled half asleep over the rough muddy ground to the old farmhouse. If that was true then the milkers must have all taken their clothes off, maybe. My mind rushed through facts. Naked, the F word? The milking parlor filthy, poop everywhere. Why would somebody do it in there? That made no sense at all.She was insane, that was it, or he was, or he was probably lying. He was trying to scare me. But I was suddenly fully understanding all I had witnessed was nothing new to the family and I’d possibly not seen much yet.I just looked back at him surely with my mouth.