Bob had given me a weird look earlier in the week when I'd askedher shoe size, and now she knew what I'd been up to. "Oh fuck, John!" shesaid, exasper...ated. "Seriously? You're really taking this 'slave' thing allthe way, aren't you?" "Suit up, Buttercup," I answered and pointed towardsthe shower.I hadn't noticed how nice Bob's body was when I'd been scrubbing the mudoff of it. I'd been preoccupied with the disgusting smell and then takenaback by my discovery of her gender. I also wasn't ready. Then added, "This ain't my first rodeo cowgirl." That works for me," I said as I exited the truck to take care of the drop. I wondered if the fact that the barrel weighed almost fifty pounds and was clumsy as hell to handle, would be a problem at the airport for the bullrider. He/she had assured me that he/she had everything covered so I walked away with a light heart.I drove back to Aster plugged into the cigarette lighter and listening to traveling music. Lots of motorcycle songs and of. I put the food on the table and Daddy comes in to sit too.“Daddy?” I say.“What?”“Would it be okay to hire some farmhands?”“What for? You know it’s the slow season. We don’t need no extra help until spring.”“I was just thinking ... someone to keep me entertained.”“You want to pay someone to fuck you? Go get a boyfriend.”I can’t help but explode. “I’m tired of boyfriends! I just want someone nice to fuck me!”“We ain’t paying no farmhand.” He sounds annoyed.“Well my own Daddy who loves me and I. The music was so loud; the walls appeared to be shaking. I had had enough, even if it meant another argument, I had to tell her to turn it down. Walking along the landing, there was an unusual smell. Suddenly, I recognised it………….POT! DOPE! MARIJUANA! When I turned the corner, her bedroom door was partly open. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kylie was lying, on her back, with her stocking clad legs spread wide apart, her eyes were closed tight and she appeared to be biting her lip. A shiny black.