“You won’t tell, really now?” “Not if you let me.” A little more scuffling, and I had her down. She was quiet, and I was fucking with all th...e delight and energy which a fresh woman gives a man, when I heard “Molly, Molly” shouted out. With a violent start she uncunted me, and I spent over her motte. “Where are you such a long time Molly?” “There is a hen up here”, said Molly who had started up, “and I think she has laid, but can’t find the egg.” And Molly disappeared down the ladder. “You’re. I'm very very sorry. But, it doesn't have to end us. If you heard it all, you heard me tell him how I felt about you. I love you." "And I heard you say you love him. Why? Because you can talk to him and not me. Does he have a bigger dick? Why, Gil? Why do you love him? Tell me." I said. "I don't know. I guess it has to do with being able to talk to him, yes. I don't know?" "The sex? What has that got to do with talking to him? Tell me that?" She looked away. "I don't know. It just. When I was sure my nails had dried,I did my foundation, and then applied some red lipstick. Finally I put onmy eye makeup, which I've always found difficult. Whenever I try and puton heavy eye makeup, it just looks a mess - so I just had to settle forsome mascara and a little bit of subtle eye shadow.I pulled on my wig, and straightened it in front of the mirror. I thenput on my skirt, and blouse. I fastened my little white apron round mywaist - I looked pretty good, I thought to myself... a. “Well…” She began, turning her body to face me. “You were looking at my boobies!” She laughed hysterically and I shook my head and laughed with her. “My bad!” I said, poking out my tongue in a cheeky and flirty way. “You’re sexy!” She said being serious now and looking my body up and down. I turned away from her and concentrated on my bracelets, blushing a scarlet red. “Don’t turn away..” She said gently turning my head back. Our eyes met and it was as if she looked deep into my soul with her.