She suddenly drew her hand away and she looked at me. Her mouth moved but no audible words could be made out. I drew a little closer. "**** me," cam... a tiny whisper of a voice. "What?" "**** me. It has to happen ths way. PLease. Yes, I love you and I ache for you but I can't do it willingly. Not now. You have do get my past that fear. Do you understand?" There was a strange expression on her face, tears flowing freshly down her face. I attempted to kiss but she twisted her head away. "Why was I told you were near death, when I can see for myself you were NOT injured at all? Who's idea was this, to jest with me so cruelly? Richard will hear of this, and he will not be amused." Mother turned, and left my room in a huff. She was not pleased.Her statement, while shocking, summed up my appearance in a nutshell. I was uninjured. No gaping wound where the surgeon had removed the arrow, no scar from where he sewed my body together again, no bruising from the arrow or from the blows. Around 8 in the morning we had our first encounter with the owners, when who we thought was Leah's husband was leaving to a friends house about 50 miles away in Burlington. She walked out with him and they both said hello to all of us and then proceeded over to his truck and most of us couldn't take our eyes off of her. She was wearing an extremely short red dress and to our delight as she bent over to give him a kiss through the truck window we got our first glimpse of her sweet bare ass and. A pampered life full of soft silky surroundings is something to besavored. I never knew a person could live in such cleanliness. Iconstantly was bathed and powdered, lotions and creams appliedreligiously, and my smallness was an asset. I smelled divine. I lovedfresh pantyhose. Nothing feels like that. The toiling on my parent's farmand smelling of livestock were no more. I was Sofia.I loved how I turned heads. The constant courtship from myadmirers/lovers was all-encompassing. My breasts and.