All over we are popular for our first day of spring festival,she tells us we should stay enjoy our town take in the sights.Over lunch we discuss weath...r we should stay are continue down the road we decide to stay,we call the waitress over asking where the closes campsite is she says from.what I hear there is one room left down the road at the bed and breakfast we pay our tab thank her we are on are way to get a room.We get the room head up to freshen up after are long ride ,walking into the. ”“The next year?” asked Steven. “Do you mean you live here, but your village is on the other side of the river?” He began to get very excited. “Then there must be a way to cross the river. Is there a great tree that has fallen across it so we can walk across?”“A tree? You mean a bridge across the river?” Now the melon farmer sounded both furious and insulted. “This is a ford—a place to wade across the river. Bridges are a great barrier to commerce.”“I don’t understand,” said Steven.The melon. I'll just sit on the edge and dangle my feet in. I'll even do it over the shallow end."She considered for a moment. "Oh, all right," she replied. "Go get your swimming trunks on."He smiled, then hurried up the stairs. This was an opportunity he didn't want to miss, and he really had no intention of just sitting on the edge. He might do it for a couple of minutes, but he would find some excuse to get into the water with Allison. He knew from past experience that she liked to horse around in the. .." You ain't a woman! Fuck, you ain't even a girl, you just a little rich bitch who wants to play fuck the nigger dress-up. Tell me I'm lyin' bitch. I can't believe I put my dick in you, shit. Fuckin' girl scout ... Get outta here!" No ... I'm not a little girl..." I said, shaking my head and feeling pissed suddenly. Not so much that he wanted me to prostitute myself for him, but because he'd called me a little girl. I hated that more than anything else in the world and I always had. I knew.