I just meant that I’d feel a little awkward forcing you to carry my stuff all the way to your dorm. And I’d really appreciate your hospitality and... your wonderful company.” I said without losing eye contact with her.“Umm. Can I have my chin back?” Elena giggled at my shocked face. “You don’t have to worry about the distance. I’m only two doors down.”She held out her hand to take one of my bags. And from the look on her face I knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So I tried to hand her. Each morning when Graydon opened the door he was greeted by a chorus of bleats and jostling bodies. The nannies were eager for feed and milking. He always brought a bucket of feed pellets to supplement their alfalfa hay diet. It was a challenge to get the bucket emptied into their feed trough before an eager goat's nose knocked the bucket from his hand.Chickens thrived on hot feed -- a three-pound coffee can half-filled with "mill run," a flaked grain mixture bought cheaply from the feed store. Her eyes were devoid of mischievousness and malevolence; she didn't look guilty. "You are accused," I barked. "Of being disrespectful to your husband."She giggled and looked coyly at me. I felt my cock swell at her bashful expression and impish demeanour. "Me?" She asked.I tapped stoutly on the oak desk. "You will speak when you are spoken to, unless you want contempt of the Spanking Court to be added to your charge sheet." She bowed her head respectfully as I picked up a piece of paper,. Back at the cabin Tom skinned and cut up the rabbit, he fried it up while Beth peeled potatoes and set them to boil. It seemed natural to them to be so domestic with one another, and so right just to be together. Dinner was finished, Beth had set a candlelit picnic in front of the fireplace, with wine, rabbit and potatoes. They ate and talked of what a future could be like. ‘What do you think would have happened if Paul hadn’t sent me up here?’ ‘I don’t know, I do know that it wouldn’t have.