CHAPTER FIVE
Little changed for the next several days. We woke early. Every other day I chopped firewood and we bathed together, all with the same conclusion. I did like taking his c**k this way and it seemed to instill a degree of submissiveness in me that Jack wanted. I spent my time keeping his house, cleaning, cooking, m**********g on his whim at the drop of a hat, which was sometimes once, on other days three times. Several times he watched me, but usually I began as he merrily sauntered on to other things. I watched him work when there wasn’t anything else to do, and anxiously awaited the moment he’d let me get back to my poetry. I asked about my writing everyday for the first several days. But when he raised his voice and told me ‘don’t ask’ again in that nasty tone of voice,
