Right now the only true pleasure she can feel is having sex, but now her happiness doesn't have to depend on her own pleasure. It really completely de...pends on how much she can serve and please us." "What do you mean serve us?" Brad asked. "I mean, please us, that I understand. Sex and stuff. But serve us? You mean if I tell her to clean my room, that makes her happy?" "Yep. She will clean you room as happily as she would fuck you mad. It all doesn't matter to her. All she wants is to do. I woke up and herd the dryer running and walked out half asleep. I went around the hall and I could see her and Alex in the laundry room. She had got up early and still had her housecoat on. He was wearing a long baggy shirt that he wears to bed. I herd them laughing and she leaned over the dryer to turn it on. Alex slid up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. I saw him push into her ass and I herd her say baby what are you doing. She turned and looked at the large tent under. At least, by this time, the Henryville militia had nearly 50 men in "uniform," so we were in pretty good shape an' could meet them Creek Injuns in open battle. I hoped that this time we could suck them into a battle what would discourage 'em from botherin' us any more.The Henryville school teacher was a gold mine of useful information about the tactics the Roman legions used and were bein' used now over in Europe. I had our militia practice something called the "box." This had a bunch of. "You sure 'bout this, girl?" she asked sternly. "Don' seem right." The gray cat licked itself on the windowsill, watching surreptitiously but looking disinterested.Anne nodded. "Cut it off. Take at least half. I still look like a little girl with all this cursed hair." She exhaled and gritted her teeth. She had decided and then reconsidered and decided again late last night. She clamped her jaws closed."It's beautiful an' you always keeps it clean." It's a pain, an unnecessary pain, a lot of.