Even the nicest ones give their sisters a hard time. But Jeff is so sweet and helpful. And he never says anything mean. I don’t think anybody ever h...d a better brother.’ ‘Even if he isn’t cute?’ ‘Even if he isn’t cute. Beast was wonderful to Belle.’ ‘That’s a fairy tale.’ ‘But it’s an allegory. And I understand the concept.’ Whoa, allegory? ‘You’re fifteen?’ ‘Yep. Beast is the thin guy, the shy guy, the Goth, the nerd, the beat-up used car, all the things that lead us to make judgments based on. I knew what all these things were and I wasn’t going to die. Not now. Not here.Damn.I was exhausted. I lay there on my back breathing and trying to come back to reality. I was so tired. I let my eyes drift closed again and was asleep.I was awakened by a golden-haired vision leaning over me. The long curls were only partly caught up in a knot in back, and stray wisps floated around her face.“Riley?” I thought. Apparently the words didn’t make it out of my mouth. What would Riley be doing. She thrustout her full, firm tits and swayed her hips for extraeffect. She tossed her head; let her long golden locksfly free around her beautiful face. With her full lips, high cheekbones and smoky greeneyes she was one hot looker. But the passing years hadmade her a little insecure of her looks. She need nothave been. One of the lads brushed his hand across hischest, past the nub of his raised nipples and she knewthey were hers for the taking.They greeted her warmly. They would be glad to. 'First time on a farm Mariel', the old man said, to which I replied, 'Yes'.'Do you grow crops', I hastily asked, trying to be interested, as my husband walked off with both boys, leaving us alone.I sensed something was amiss, he was looking me up and down as if getting some measure of my being, as if comparing cows at market for sale, and my suspicions were even more acute when he replied his farm was for breeding, then laughed and added, 'Not a woman in sight for miles'.'Come on Mariel, and I.