Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm. Our head-honcho knew that the idly rich loved to spend their dirty money on dirty thin...s, and thus employed plenty of us. Most of the employees worked for peanuts, I mean for god sake who wouldn’t work here for free! A few would get the supplies for the next day. A few tend to the ponies. A few would take care of the business deals. So all in all, the entire complex made about as much money as it brought in. It was all housed in a. "No, I'm glad you did. It's just that," she paused, then again said, "I'm glad that you did." And she left it at that. I wanted desperately to ask her more about it, but I wasn't so stupid that I couldn't interpret that properly. So I simply came up behind her, wrapped my hands around her waist, and kissed her cheek. "There's something else I need to tell you," I said. My aunt smiled. "Okay. But first, let me just quickly go on the record as saying that it's incredibly hot that you didn't ask. I'd always sat next to her before without so much as a second thought but this time it felt as if I was crossing over some invisible line, that a conscious decision was required. I hesitated for a second and then sat next to her. She opened her backpack and withdrew a can of Pepsi and the baggie."First things first," she said, popping open the can and then upending it on the ground next to her.We smoked a little more than we usually did, passing the can back and forth and making mundane. I was slowly falling more and more in love with him. The problem was that his job wasn't permanent, and today was his “teaching preview.” Yes in all honesty it would be like going to any other class of his, and I had no real reason to get dolled up, but I just felt the need to look good for him. God, what the hell was I doing falling for my professor. I heard a knock at the door. “It's open,” I called. In walked my friend Alexander, who also crushed on Kennick until we discovered the poet.