Red was the only child and so she often got bored and lonely. All she did all day was do the chores in the morning, give the family donkey food and wa...ter (and sometimes stare at its penis, since it was a male) and clean out its pen. She would then help her mother weed her mom’s vegetable garden, during which she would ponder about her own garden down south in her young lithe body. She would often dart quick secretive looks at her mother’s ample bosom, and how it heaved with each breath her. I could feel myself start to get wet, and knew that those panties so cruelly wedged between my butt cheeks would soon be dripping with my juices, betraying me once more to this man who would be my master. Not only did this action expose my already glowing butt cheeks to his full gaze but, as he continued to jerk upwards on my panties, I was raised up high on my tip toes leaving me little chance to wiggle away and keeping my ass in the optimal position for his next attentions. “Now we’ll move. I've got to run to the store and pick up some supplies before it closes. I should be back in about an hour or so."Don had just waked out, when, as I pulled a fresh box of paper off the shelf, a pack of negatives that was behind the boxes of paper fell onto the counter. I thought it odd for him to be so careless as to throw negatives onto a shelf, as he was meticulous in the storage of negatives and prints. Curious, I carefully slipped out one of the negatives and looked at it. I could clearly. My mind flashed back to a little jingle Chanah would hum under her breath as she did her intense work at Dakar. The words were strange, "On the Eighth Day of Judgment, my true love gave to me..." and so on. Chanah says she paraphrased the words of an ancient pre-War holiday song that she found in the music section of the crystals. It's an extremely old song, five-hundred years before the War of the Burning Metals at least, and maybe a whole lot more. A catchy little tune though, hard to get out.