And what sorts of horrible things would the son force me to do? I had no nymphs to make love with and would he force me to have sex with who knows wha...? My future felt very dim at that moment and I thought about the dreary winter coming and me being naked in the cold.As we finally approached the end of milking, about two hours longer than normal, the son asked me about my experiences living with the milking ladies in the bunk house. “You’re getting fucked really regular”, he said, almost as if. ‘Oh yes, this way.’ I said slightly embarrassed to be caught staring. I held a chair for her as she sat, a waft of perfume struck me as she did, light and flowery. I closed the door and walked around my desk. ‘Your application looks in order, I just need to get a few more details if I could.’ ‘Certainly, is there anything specific that you need? I have copies of my last three years tax returns with me, as well as other information you might possibly need. I realize it’s a rather large request. She pushed me off of her sort of hard. I ended up falling backwards onto the gym floor. As I hit the floor, the wind was knocked out of me and I hit my head really hard. The last thing I remember was the woman saying over and over that she was sorry. As I woke up, I saw the woman that I was guarding and she offered me her hand to help me up. I realized that I was on the bleachers and started to cry. The woman told me that her name is Sasha and that my team won the game. 13 to 7. I got up with. Our bodies were still swaying as the song faded into silence. I couldn't help but let my mind creep to all the terrible things that could happen while he was over there. I wanted more than anything for his safety, but if I wasn't with him there really wasn't a thing I could do for him."I just want for your safety, to know that you WILL come home to me." I sobbed once more. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "The worst that could happen to me is stubbing my toe." He smiled and pulled me in for a.