Chapter Forty-Three
I begin my servitude under leather dyke Jake... Miss Jake.
Having great disdain for beasts bearing a p***s, I am treated in just such a manner... as a beast and with disdain. I am put into labor and it is grueling.
Though the farm is of limited size, the end of the growing season mandates much preparation for next season’s Spring planting. I thus find myself harnessed to an ancient plow as would a horse or a mule, and made to turn up acre after acre of soil. It’s of course more facile and quicker to use a motorized device rather than this heavy bladed apparatus from the nineteenth century. But since she chooses to keep me hooded, without sight, Miss Jake takes joy in guiding me about the fields, directing with reins attached to my harness, a length of rattan applied
