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You’ll never think of your backyard the same way after reading these short stories.
They’re fun and kinky, and her Master uses her in very creative ways.
EXCERPT:
“Why are you pulling up the leaf lettuce?” His light, inquisitive tone held a hint of a chuckle.
I glanced at the plant in my and then back at Master.
“These aren’t weeds?”
“No.” He cocked his head, his brow quirked over his right eye.
Goodness, that look was a turn on. I stared at the fistful of tender leaves in my hand. “They look like thistles.”
“Leaf lettuce.”
My mouth fell open. I glanced at the row. Half the plants lay in my hand. “I…uh…”
“I thought you said you had a garden?”
“When I was growing up.”
“Your parents planted leaf lettuce?”
“They did.”
“You should remember what they look like.”
“That was fifteen years ago, and I didn’t weed naked. They were crowding the lima beans”—waving my hand toward the short, tender vines curled around sticks—“and I’m babbling.”
“Why?”
I was right back to the issue that crowded my mind. He had given me one of my fantasies. The excitement of being observed. A bit of a shock factor. For my audience. Or was it? What was this lesson? And when would I find out? “Thinking coherently when you put me on display is an impossible task.”
“Good. I don’t want you thinking and making plans while you’re here. Just be. Replant them.” He pointed at my hands. Mirth gleamed in his eyes.
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