”I saw a genuine look of desperation in Jill’s face and I was immediately overwhelmed by a need to comfort the other person who shared my life; to... make her feel better and take the edge off her pain and worry. I kissed her softly and pulled her towards me. “It’ll be okay honey. There are millions and millions of office affairs and romances every day of the week. Chris isn’t exactly a monk, so I don’t think he’s going to read anything too much into what happened last night. The key thing to. I had just turned 14 and Pam was 15 (almost 16). Pams dad worked for my father on the farm and they lived in a house next to us. Since there were no close neighbors she and I had played together all our lives and were "best friends". Our bedrooms were both on the second floor and the windows faced each other and I had caught many glimpses of Pam in various stages of undress in the past couple of years. You can imagine the thoughts that ran through my young mind. I had kept this to myself and. I don't know about the molecular makeup, but it looked like wheat.There was also a farm wagon, it was for general-purpose use and was pulled by the cattle. It had a metal bed, metal wheels and tires made of a compound that looked like plastic. The braking system was hydraulic with disk brakes on the rear wheels."Where did you get your wagon?" I asked."We traded for it when we first got here," Joy answered.We ate some more of the "grits" for lunch, and also for supper. It was a monotonous diet.I. "My mouth was forced open and a few small objects dropped in. I tried to spit them out but Christa closed her hand over my mouth and pinched my nose shut so I couldn't breathe! When she saw my throat swallow she let go and I could breathe again.My pants were pulled off, as well as my shirt and shoes, and then I felt my boob wrapping being unravelled. The relief I felt at not having my breasts uncomfortably bound anymore was far overshadowed by the overwhelming sense of dread. My head still felt.