"Let me see if I can get some more heat," he said and adjusted the heating register under his window."Reid -- are you ready, willing and able to enter...into a social contract?" Ready and willing, yes. Able? Time will tell." Don't underestimate yourself." Would you like something to drink?" he asked."I can't drink alcohol -- with the anti-depressants." That's okay -- I don't have any to offer. Coffee? Tea?"She shook her head. "Not this time of night. They make me wired." Hot chocolate?"Her eyes. . not exactly. It was a renovated model, so to speak, with a number of modifications designed to improve my performance. Why I didn't enjoy being dead and knowing that my harem missed me, coming back and giving them the pleasure of my prowess was more than worth the temporary grief, especially as I got to meet Marcy again.The news that Luis opted to sodomize me instead of anyone else was rather flattering, too, in a way. I later found out that the attraction was my ... bearishness, as he put. It was another long arduous task, cutting and collecting the stalks into shocks, tying them together for drying and later moving the shocks back to the barn for the final drying, threshing and milling. As soon as that was completed, I prepared the same land for planting field corn.However that would imply that the events ran smoothly along from one task to another and that is not how it went. Smack dab in the middle of the wheat harvest, one night Moxie groaned and grabbed at her stomach. With. Through the mist of your crushing thoughts, you manage a faint smile as you leave the pretty girl alone. Although she smiles back, it can't cover the concern written all over her face. Your brain tells you to stop, to seize the chance, to break free, to take the helping hand her eyes are offering you, yet its desperate pleading gets swallowed by the noise-canceling of your headphones, leaving you exposed to your heart's self-destructive craving.On the short walk, you register a faint noise in.