You're just a good fuck. And that's exactly what you're going to be to every girl out here, tonight. Just a dick." She hissed at me, her words cutting...me like a knife.I felt as though I'd been punched in the stomach. All the events we'd shared together, over the past few days. All the trouble I was getting into, at work. I thought it was over a girl who I was in love with. I should've known better."Julia..." I fought to speak. My stomach was full of knots. "I fell in love with you." I told her.. Her head was turned towards me, and there were tears in her eyes.And my heart was filled with shame. I was again torn between wanting to reach out and touch her as an expression of apology, and a deep desire not to violate her with the unwanted contact of my body. Abigail's heart was full of joy when she first submitted to me. Shephatiah's submission was being driven utterly by intimidation. I quickly decided against touching her."Shephatiah, no..." I whispered.She gave a brief grunt and a. Two days of bad weather at the wrong time can ruin an entire year's crop. After the first two years I ended up renting most of the tillable land out for shares of the crop, and turned the rest into pasture for horses. I usually board five or six these days, which kind of breaks even on the expenses. When I'm not taking care of horses I spend my time working on the house, which is sixty or seventy years old, and on a garden that turned out to be probably ten times larger than I really needed.. ” “Spin around,” he told her. She spun around. As he watched her he grew excited. The flick of her curly blonde hair and the rouge on her cheeks made her a caricature of her own beauty. Her black and white dress that just barely gave away a hint of the shape of her buttocks when she spun made the puppeteers heart jump, and when her eyes caught his as she slowed her turn he gave her a mischievous smile. “What?” she asked. “Why did you want to leave the party?” he responded. “It’s late. I.