You’ll live in their small, crappy houses, eat their junk, spend all your days inside, you’ll get fat, and then only the ugliest freaks will adopt...you, and you won’t have any options left. You’ll have to do everything they tell you; they’ll make you eat your own shit, hit you, and you’ll know that if you ever mutter your safe word, they’ll kick you out, and then you’ll have nothing left.”Without stopping, she continues, “I know you, Charlie, I know who you are. You moved to Aphrocity because. At least, not directly. But the fragments of the previous night gave her these strange thrills.A strange suspicion reared itself in Angeline. She hurried back to her room, wondering- hoping?- what she might find if she were to lie back in bed and sink her fingers into her moist blossom. What would they find? The same familiar sensations? Or... ?No, she thought has her fingers explored her sex, nothing felt out of place or different. To be sure Angeline didn’t quite know what she was feeling. . I said "Look at these shorts". He slapped my ass. I made a joke about him not understanding consent. He continued to spank me. I made a joking threat to choke him out over his lack of regard for consent. This got howls of laughter and more spanks. He's 6ft. I can't even with him lol. He makes another joke while tickling about blanket consent because he bought me (marriage joke). So I mount him and he keeps swatting at my ass. I go for the choke hold and fail. I mention that I've made it clear. The nurseryman had used a Jon-boat to plant cattails, sedge grass and water cress as soon as the water had warmed up after ice-out. The green shoots looked promising and I heard the peeper frogs in the evenings. I swear that I must have put up a hundred bat-boxes, As a consequence the mosquitoes weren't as much of a nuisance as the year before. My spring flinging of insecticide granules must have affected the ticks as well as I no longer found new crops to remove from my shins and forearms.