Chapter Thirteen
Made to Order
“Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.”
– Ludwig Van Beethoven
We passed inspection, marched out to the bus and went straight to All Grown Up where we went to work in the vertical farms, harvesting the crops and putting them in packing crates. Once the carriers were full, we loaded them into a delivery truck. The warm feeling my lover had given me lingered for over two hours, and I kept remembering every stroke, every penetration, every caress he’d given me. He was going to own me, he said. The thrill of being in one man’s arms forever carried me like a leaf on a strong wind. I’d seduced him, made him lose his cool, taken him by surprise with all the skills I’d learned and I felt good about it. My smile remained on my face for so long that Mia fina
