I remembered I was pissed at Michelle. She wasthe one who called me Claudia Traitor at the J-V game.Now she was all smiles, cheeks devouring her blac... eyes, her bracesglittering like mouth-jewelry. "Whassup, Ayumi?" she asked and stuckout a gloved fist for me to punch.I snubbed her and went to adjusting my skates."Okay, be that way," Michelle said and got into this raucousconversation about inline versus skateboarding with some of the othergirls and guys there?lately there had been some. Anyway, the farmer was a young fellow probably in his thirties and drenched like me. He asked me to accompany him. After a walk of 10 minutes on the outskirts of the village, he led me to a neat mud house, which had those dry leaves roof. Around the house on the wall and the ground was plastered with cow dung. I had to bend to enter the thatched hut as the door was smaller. On entering in, I found that the family consisted of two small girls (probably aged 2 and 4) and his wife. Now she was. " No. No sir. I'm sorry. I won't be impatient. I promise." I begged. Maybe I was overselling a bit but I was really not wanting to be denied yet again. Telling someone my age to be patient is more often than not ridiculous. But I was desperate. I tried my best not to sigh, roll eyes, groan or look at the clock over the next HOUR that went by. Daddy showering, and packing the cooler while mom showered, did her hair etc. Eventually we were in the car and driving by the middle school football. " Why?" I asked.It was Monica's turn to giggle and answer. "David! Even on Earth a woman wanted to know she was wanted. And you might be a concubine, but you are still a wonderful and special man. Can you say you don't want to have wild and passionate sex with us?"I tried to put my hands to my head, but Nadia and Theresa forced me to keep looking right at Theresa. My thoughts ran wild for a moment, but finally I closed my eyes with a sigh. "Not without lying to you. I'm not worthy though..