. from Peru.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have a refrigerated van with hanging beef halves ... cut and wrapped as you like it. Or a local bu...cher who grinds your burger while you watch. Twice a season the butcher features locally raised buffalo cut Native style. No bones. Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have buffalo ... or goat ... or emu ... and today was the day.Your normal Farmer’s Market doesn’t have fresh smoked whitefish, salmon or lake trout, live clams or giant crayfish .... Shame, embarrassment, being naïve, getting shy, even giggling uncontrollably sometimes; goddamn him for making her feel like this. She just loved it. And, of course, it made her wet. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he had tilted her upside down and shaken all the hidden bits back into view. ALL of them. Goddamn him anyway.He made her do crazy stuff that she didn’t dare tell him. Like looking at herself in the mirror and touching herself, then bursting into joyous. And still she sings..."Itzel joined her, and they sang, "Till everything burns, whileeverything screams. Burning their lies, burning my dreams. All of thishate, and all of this pain. I'll burn it all down, as my anger reigns.Till everything burns..."Gregory awoke in darkness. He could not see anything, but he could hearthe singing nearby, and recognised the voices. He soon realized he wasbound, and couldn't move.At that moment, he hoped the little present he gave to Michelle wouldbe helpful,. He could see also that she was a very shapely, if somewhat plump, young lady. After being protected so carefully, the eighteen year old was almost completely innocent and, in that innocence, she was wearing a comfortable but snug-fitting stretch jogging suit that outlined every curve and fleshroll of her large body.Hearing the rustling behind the drapes, the girl assumed that the priest was there. She was very nervous. For the past ten years she had gone, once a week, to the elderly priest in.