If Queena’s parents had thought a Swiss boarding school would somehow shield her from inappropriate desire or wanton behavior, they were sorely mist...ken. Most of the students and half of the faculty had been exiled to St. Paul’s for far greater sins. That wasn’t Natalie’s story. Her parents were sexual libertines who applied no more inhibitions to their daughter’s sensual habits than they did to their own. They just didn’t have time for her.Assigned as roommates, the outgoing Natalie brought. Actually the owner had sold off a lot of it trying to keep it going. In the end he just gave up and walked away. He kept his chicken business until the very end. They gave him the chance to turn a profit on the least amount of land. In the end he lost even that on a tax foreclosure.I called my financial advisor and asked him to check it out for me. It was barely enough land, but it was in the right configurations. The chicken houses had been end to end and each one was about a third the length. I finished shooting the film in the holders, then carefully packed the camera away. The hard leather case went into the metal basket which was tied to the homemade pvc bike trailer. The trailer had been made for my ebike's batteries. It was easy to convert with nothing more than a metal basket attached with a bungee cord.During the four mile drive home, I started the math. If I could average 15 miles per hour, I could do about 100 miles in a day. "Hold on," I said to myself. "You are going. I felt I should have warned her. I expected her to be at least a little disgusted.She looked at me, and didn’t try and spit my sperm out or wipe her face. She smiled up at me and spoke.“Wow, that was fast. I didn’t think I was that good. I’ll have to work at pacing myself.”It sounded strange, as she spoke with her mouth still with my sperm in it.“I guess it is still just so exciting to have you do that to me. It’s still such a new thing. I’m sorry, I should have lasted longer, or at least.