It was a soft, insistent knock that sounded vaguely feminine. I rushed to the door, sending cats one and two, at first, into a blind panic and, afterw...ard, into hiding under the futon. Cat number three, having moved out, did not get involved.I swung the door open, and to my bitter disappointment there were not five naked women with beer and pork rinds. I wouldn't have complained if there were five naked women without either beer or pork rinds. Those particular five women, however, were also not. He drifted back off to sleep and the dream returned waking him again. About four am he decided to just go get showered and stay up.He went to his daughter's room to wake her at about six thirty. When he entered the room she was already awake and was getting dressed."Morning Daddy. Feeling better this morning?"Morning baby I'm okay did you sleep good? George wasn't stupid if his daughter didn't mention last night he wouldn't either. Yea Right! Honey about what happened last night. You shouldn't. My mind is racing, “What if someone should pass by close enough to see us... or hear?” Again, I attempt to peek out the windows, but I dare not raise my head high enough to see. You already know how uneasy I’m feeling, but you have waited too long for this and I know that you won’t stop now.Then you swiftly pull my dress up over my ass. I am nervous but keep quiet, as I’d already promised to do anything you desire; to obey with complete and utter trust. Too, I know that we have both been. Mary cooked breakfast while I did the morning outdoor chores like feeding the livestock and such things. I had to hurry if I was going to get a decent load of animals to deliver to Mr. Benson the next day. I wanted four adult hogs to make the trip worth while as defined as making me at least $50. If I could get $100 per week, Mary could forget the garden except for the stuff that we could not buy at the store. Any thing above $100 per week was gravy. I would take it, but I didn't really need.