dragonrazor
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James Lindner had grown up working the farm of an old bull who used to treat everyone equally. The old bull was a workaholic, and he expected everyone else to be the same. When he died, his wife had taken over, and eventually, the heartbreak of her loss led to her daughter inheriting the farm. Now James worked for a tall, busty redhead named Mora. According to the rumors, she was a slut. Some said she was a whore as well, but James new better. She never asked those who slept with her for money or property, though many did give her such things willingly.
James only knew this because he'd watched many men and sometimes women come and go into and out of Mora's life. Most didn't last long. And through it all, he wondered why she didn't just resign herself to spinsterhood or something. Or put a sign out advertising herself. He shook his head as he moved bales of hay into the barn. He was starting to get tired of her ordering him around, he realized. And just when he was thinking that, he heard another shouted order. He groaned, as he slowly made his way out of the barn to check on the granary as she requested.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair, and then adjusted his glasses. He looked at the granary's contents, taking inventory. Then he sighed, walking slowly back to the house, grumbling. He stopped to take a deep breath, and watched Mora as she merely tanned herself out in the yard instead of doing any work. He muttered something about bitches needing to be put in their places, and then walked slowly up to her. "Is that everything, Miss Mora?"
James only knew this because he'd watched many men and sometimes women come and go into and out of Mora's life. Most didn't last long. And through it all, he wondered why she didn't just resign herself to spinsterhood or something. Or put a sign out advertising herself. He shook his head as he moved bales of hay into the barn. He was starting to get tired of her ordering him around, he realized. And just when he was thinking that, he heard another shouted order. He groaned, as he slowly made his way out of the barn to check on the granary as she requested.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair, and then adjusted his glasses. He looked at the granary's contents, taking inventory. Then he sighed, walking slowly back to the house, grumbling. He stopped to take a deep breath, and watched Mora as she merely tanned herself out in the yard instead of doing any work. He muttered something about bitches needing to be put in their places, and then walked slowly up to her. "Is that everything, Miss Mora?"