“Her last confession to her former husband.”
“Humph. He’s following in the footsteps of his predecessors. I’m not surprised. The only good thing he’s ever done was marry the girl before he used her up. Now he lets you have her. Is this what she wants?”
“Ask her?” Harrison replied.
You might have thought at that moment, I would have taken the easy way out and left, but by the time I found myself in Lettie’s barn, Lettie’s past was in my bones again. I doubt it had ever left. But fresh were the memories of her story as I stood naked, crudely collared and chained like a prisoner waiting trial. Like so many awkward times in my recent past, the feeling of threat, the sting of humiliation and the promise of some masochistic scene made my loins hot and my p***y begin to dampen.
Lettie moved
