But it turned out that it really was a lifestyle for a lot of people.I did a lot of reading and investigation and found there were a lot of variations...in the lifestyle. There were the sadists and masochists who tended to get off on giving and receiving pain. A lot of the things that they were into, I would have considered torture, things like body mutilations, needle piercings, cuts, public humiliations, golden showers, s**t or shit stuff, caning which could leave the submissive bruised for. It was childish I know, but I simply couldn’t help myself.When there was finally a lull in their conversation, I asked, "Is there a spare bed in the migrant’s quarters, Guy?" Without pause, I the resumed, "I just figured that as I am going to be employed as a regular worker on the farm from now on, maybe instead of being mollycoddled by grandma, I should learn the ropes properly." Unfortunately, not," Guy answered."Isn’t there a spare room in Kent’s cottage?" I then proffered, knowing full well. My heart sank.Then she screamed. It startled me, and I jumped back. ?What the fuck was that?? I thought. I walked closer to her but she didn’t look at me. She was staring at the back of the room.Slowly I turned around and my blood froze. There was something like a man standing there. It was naked, completely black as if it had been covered in tar. Its features were similar to those of a human man, but exaggerated; a parody of humanity. It stared at the girl. After a moment it walked forward,. They never hugged. It was always about lust and raw sex.Nancy was always satisfied with the job he had done, although it was only a temporarily fix. It's just that there would be times when other things needed repair.There was one other lover that entertained Nancy while Virgil was away. It was an odd relationship because he was a little kinky and preferred sex with a woman during her period. He was a one of a kind and Nancy loved it. It was the time of the month when her itch was strong,.