“What pretty legs”, I cried. The girl scuffled up as hard as she could to get out of sight, I after her. She was chasing some chickens, and was as...red as a turkey-cock in the face. I caught hold of her, prick standing, heart beating, and kissed her. She resisted, I put my hand up her clothes, and in the struggle we both rolled on to a heap of loose hay; I had felt the flesh of her thighs. “Leave off”, said she, “or I’ll call mother.” Her mother was then ill in the farm-house.“Don’t be a fool”,. Then … it started to become clear. I knew when you came onto me on that first date … in your living room. I knew you wanted me. The only flaw in your plan was that I wanted you just as much. To hell with how long it had been since my divorce. To hell with how long we had known each other. If I was single and on the prowl, I’d have picked you out of a crowd in a bar and put on a full court press if that’s what it would have taken to get you into bed. ‘You are an incredibly beautiful woman and I. So, the room was changed on her orders. She knew that I did everythingfor her benefit, out of love, but this fantasy was that she forced thesechanges.The kinky evening with her childhood friends, was a clue that my mostlyhealed wife has a sexual deviation from the strict normal, is nowrevealed. Now I didn?t have a ridged job, nor any ties to cultural normsas is dictated to most of the population. My real purpose in life nowrevolved around keeping my wife healthy and helping rich people. Katie was kind of a big girl, as tall as most boys and not exactly fat but big-boned, I guess is the way people describe girls like her. Just big in all directions. Me, I'm not exactly skinny, I've got big hips and big boobs, but in a curvy way, I never had trouble attracting attention from guys, where Katie seems like she'd scare a lot of them off. But she was real nice about my not having a clue about cleaning, and as I got better at the job, we got to kind of be friends, and would hang out.