I'm 5' 6", 105 lbs, scrawny, bland brown hair that is always unkempt no matter how hard you try, and a cock so pointless it is barely worth mentioning... I never really made any friends throughout school even though Cassidy would always try to include me in everything. She was always the social butterfly who could seamlessly jump to one clique to another and everyone would adore her. Whenever she would laugh or smile it seemed the world would stop just to watch her. I never really had much of. Water on the homestead came from a tank system near the top of the hill.There were three types of water utilized around the farm. The first type of water, which was the type that was the most refined and guarded, was the drinking water. Drinking water was pure rain water. It was collected from the top of the aboveground greenhouse on top of the hill. The first ten gallons that fell from the roof was collected into another tank which was used later on.The rain water was collected into a barrel. I doubted I could ever attract a man as attractive as him. I accepted that he was Miranda’s, but I could still fantasize. Kurt had a devilish look about him. He talked about his vacation to the French Caribbean, and the topless female sunbathing that took place there. And about his wild friends. But I never could get him to talk about what he meant; and Miranda kept saying it wasn’t the right time to talk about it. One weekend, Miranda told me we couldn’t hang out, as she and Kurt were. "But Master, I don't have a job... I don't have any money!" she argues."Listen Angel. You are with me. Don't worry about the money thing Don't worry about anything. I will take care of it. You just enjoy yourself and give me the same smiling beautiful Angel I had a couple hours ago, all right? That's what you can do," I tell her."But..." she starts to say, and I cut her off."I said I will take care of it. No more buts okay?" I say.Angel turns around in the tub to face me, kneeling in the tub..