No...I can’t. He’ll rip me apart.” She protested“I know, and I want to see the agony on your face, as he does it.” I said, the grin spreadin... across my face.“Please don’t make me do this.” Miss Moore cried.“Come on, we are nearly done. Take his dick in your arse, make him cum and I will leave you in peace. Either that or you can take fifty flogs with the whip.” I urged.I could see her contemplating this, as she considered whether fifty lashes would actually be less painful than taking that. She had always dreamed of being Tim's girl, and even pretending made it seem all the more plausible. She grabbed his hand and they continued walking."Hey, Meg," called Jeff jeeringly. He was with one of his friends, and they both had cigarettes lit up. Jeff let loose a puff of smoke annoyingly close to her face. "What you doing here tonight?"Katherine didn't return the smile. "Just taking a walk here with my boyfriend Tim." Tim, huh?" asked Jeff, looking suspicious. "I thought you said you had. He only helped out on the farm during hay season and harvests. Everything else was in the hands of the three families living on Wheeler Road.Each managed a specific responsibility or a number of smaller related tasks. It improved their efficiency and productivity, and drew upon their unique individual skills. Yet, they all chipped in when the work required an all hands on deck approach.Mathew was in charge of the crop field and planting the crops. He reduced the area under field pea. Except that my addiction, was started by four little words. One night we were watching some dumb assed show that he liked, and it just popped out.We were sitting on my sofa, I had my legs draped over him, I always did anything I could to touch him, and I said it."Darryl, I love you, but I can't watch this show for another second," I said.He kissed me, just like that, and it was better than anything you can name. It was better than ice cream, to a five year old. It was better than wine or beer.