The farmer was a widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. It was Annabel’s. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. He had grabbed her in the stream, embracing her naked body tightly, running his hands over her breasts and clutching her buttocks. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it.
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