His excitement rising he turned to face his own Mother, hung as Bessy, her arms held secure above her head, her smooth silk covered body his to strike... her expectant face fixed on his, knowing full-well she could expect no quarter from this eager young man, her son her own flesh and blood, who was now so sexually charged, so hyped up and so near and yet so far away in his fantasy world that he was as an automaton. She became aware he was speaking, asking her where first he was to strike her. Jessica complained about how cold the spit was, and her father joked that she would heat it up fast once over the fire. Much laughter ensued.With little to no resistance offered by Jessica, her mother took this as a sign the young girl was ready to receive her last lover, and began pushing the spit through her cervix and into her uterus, then past her stomach. With Jessica squirming around from the intense pain of the spitting process, it was very hard to hold on to her. Father was struggling. ” Vanessa still has a very concerned look on her face and walks back into the kitchen. I follow her and offer one last remark. “Vanessa my life was just cows and horses until last week when I saw you. Up until then I was just a cowboy trying to survive and keep this farm. The second I saw you, this farm was no longer the focus of my life. You became the focus. Winning you became my goal in life. Chapter 11 Something special about her. Vanessa walks in to the laundry room and takes her clothes. Jane was tall and fairly slim with long blonde hair, tanned legs and arms which were shown off to advantage by her white skirt and blouse. In contrast Alice was a little shorter, very slim and dark haired with an olive complexion. Although they worked together, they were from very different backgrounds, Jane regarding herself as quite superior to Alice who she thought of as quite common. This only added to the rivalry between the two, at work, play and with their men. Both girls were in their.