That the state could transfer my ownership to othersand that I would still be considered livestock property.And so now the human that I once was has b...een declared deceased by thecourts and is no more and the state receives another animal on itsinventory, as I have just become another entry on the states list oflivestock.The next morning came, I am herded into a cage of some kind, this one is tokeep me from moving, next I feel a needle, and I sort of drift into a haze.Then I feel a burning. I pulled the top of the dress down to her waist. She was naked from the waist up with the dress bunched around her hips.Trembling with anticipation and need Laura started to roll onto her back, but I helped her up on her knees. Her head hung down, hair clinging to her flushed face and falling over her shoulders, her arms held her weight and she waited, quivering, for me to enter her. I reached with my hand for her softest place stroked her clitoris between two of my long thick fingers, leaning. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law.When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where he had to do some work for a Mr. Camden a local farmer. Being that all my friends were off on school holidays to the coast, I welcomed the respite from the boring stay at home thing. With his team we set of for Mr. Camden’s farm.My first sight of the imposing 7 roomed thatched white colonial home has left an impression. Joyhouse Saints was a private elementary school, catering to the K-4 group, a school that Mary only happened to stumble upon through a mutual friend of the principal, Mr. Waite. The pay being exceptional for the area, especially for a first-year teacher, Mary applied and found herself as the new kindergarten teacher for the little school, the last one having abruptly moved out of town and up to the city. Mark insisted it was fate. Mary pulled into the parking lot, found her assigned space, and.