“Howdy,” the tall one said. The fat one just grimaced and spit tobacco juice on the ground.“I stopped to see if you could take on another hand,�...� I said to both of them.The tall one looked at the fat one who grunted. The fat one then said, “You’re mighty young, kid. Ever worked a ranch before?”“I haven’t actually worked on a ranch,” I said, “but I did some training for a couple years back home.”The fat one gave out a bellowed laugh and looked at the slim one.“You hear that, Slim,” he chucked,. I was devastated and quickly reminded of my place in the grand scheme of things. And then he was gone … a quick good-bye, a simple reminder of what I was and the deadly kiss of love that I had killed with my insecurities. I kept waiting for him to end my punishment and to return to me, yank me by my hair, punish me and chain me to the foot of his couch. But it never came. My wishful thinking turned to despair when I realized that it was over, that he had indeed kept his promise and would not. I was passed out pretty early.Saturday morning I woke up with a hangover in some strange surroundings and when I got out of bed and scratched my balls I found out they had been shaved that night before. I looked down and all I could see was that some sick bastard had written all over me, "Property of Shannon. Do not touch". I stumbled into the bathroom had a shower, none of it would come off so I got out and dried off. I looked around for my clothes and there weren't any. There was a video tape. ” I nodded. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Being so close to her knotted my tongue. I wanted to touch her. “What have you been up to?” Her devilish smile was the same as the day she looked over at me in the window and embarrassed me all over again. She knew. “Oh, nothing much,” I said. Then without knowing how or where I found the nerve, “Are you ready for a break? I just made coffee.” Her eyes met mine and exchanged wordless communication. “Sure,” she said, “I’d love it.” Megan.