I figured she could learn a little more about them horses.”“I don’t know why you allow that girl to do things like that,” her mother rants. �...Taking care of them animals ain’t for no girl. She needs to learn to make a good house wife. And if she wants to take on more chores, she can take some off my hands.”“Mary, let the girl have a little fun before she’s married,” her father murmurs.“Fine,” Mary says with a huff, turning back to the door and her daughter. “You’re the head of this house. You. There was nothing to worry about. I just needed release, that was all. I kept thrusting into the fruit harder and harder, and in my mind I tried to see the girl beneath me. The curve of her buttocks as I pressed against them with every thrust. The soft moans I enjoyed so much. But without my conscious thought, the soft firmness of skin was replaced by the softness of wool. I could almost feel her tail pressed against my abs with every push. The moans became soft bleats, and soon, without. . Oh! You’re her best friend, I guess ... and her lover ... and her confidant ... and the place of safety when nothing else seems to go right for her.”“Now, you’re getting to it. I love her more than anybody else that I know, and she knows that. She respects that, as well. We each have boundaries that revolve around each other but they’re OUR boundaries, not from outside us but from inside. Despite the open marriage we have, we won’t disrespect the other person.”“But doesn’t Owen love her,. Herr Wenger had a traktor and wagon. The prisoners used pitchforks to load the dried hay onto the wagon. When the wagon was full, Herr Wenger drove it to his large barn and the prisoners used a large hook to hoist large clumps of the hay to the top floor of the barn, where they would spread it out in the hay mow.The process was slow and labor intensive, but the prisoners had the rest of the war. Herr Wenger called Dieter aside when they prisoners finished their work Friday after lunch.“You know.