She spotted Daphne through the open door to the balcony and pulled her flannel nightgown tighter as she stepped into her slippers and followed her fri...nd to the balcony."Daphne are you alright?" Velma asked, trying to suppress the shiver against the night chill."I'm fine," Daphne said, watching the mist of her breath rise into the air with each word. Velma wondered how her friend was able to stand the cold air with just the thin fashionable nightgown she wore, especially since the fabric was. “What time you wanna kick off tomorrow?” He asked. “Noonish?”“More like one o’clock”, I replied. “My girl goes in to work at one and she’s been complaining I don’t give her as much time before work as I used to.”“I feel ya” he said. “Tryin’ to give her the ‘D’ before she heads in?”“Ain’t no tryin’ about it” I laughed. I pushed my earlier thought out of my mind, and began chalking the paranoia over what I had said to the weed. He took it as the joke it was intended to be.“Alright, cool. See. I can feel the heat of her body radiating into mine. Light, warm raindrops fall occasionally on my shoulders. She pushes her lower half to the edge of the stone, leaning back with her top half, welcoming me. I take one final step forward. She's biting her lower lip, as I run my hand down her chest. As my hand ventures below her waist her body lurches, she breathes in through clinched teeth, and I smile, loving the seeing her caught in my whelm like she is. I slowly brush my hand against her. You will not intentionally damage this clothing in any way, and you will not allow this clothing to be damaged by others, nor will you allow others to damage the clothing provided to them. This clothing is the property of this farm as you are the property of this farm. This clothing is a privilege and may be taken from you by me at any time and for any reason. Do you understand???Yes, Mr. Leighton.??You will be provided sleeping quarters. You will keep your sleeping quarters in a tidy manner.