Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She was two months shy of nineteen, which as far as I was concerned was perfect. She couldn’t have done much living yet. Not like some of the things I’d seen go past my computer screen. What in the green hell had the world come to anyway?
It didn’t matter anyway, for what I had in mind she’d do just fine. The fact that every time I looked at her in one of the pictures she had online I wanted to jerk my cock, only solidified things for me. I’ll have to see about getting her some decent clothes though. The stuff she wears tend to look like whoever made them ran out of cloth.
I spent the rest of the day reading her social media pages until I got a good sense of what’s what. She wasn’t from around here, which was good. She had a mama back home in Toledo, but from what little I gathered she wasn’t much of a one so I put that worry out of my mind. The less people missing her when the time comes the better.
I was sure there would be a search at some point, but no one would think to come my way and that’s all I cared about for now. It wasn’t that hard to find out the particulars about where she lived in the little college town.
People ought not be so free with information like that. But it worked in my favor so what do I care? Still I’m gonna have to teach her about the dangers of broadcasting her business to the known world. Nothing good could come of that.
Next I set about getting the place ready for company. I didn’t really care that I was about to become everything people had whispered about me over the years. I know me living out here on my own looking like old Grizzly Adams, scaring everyone off; people tend to get notions about a feller like that. So what?
I wasn’t anything like they thought, but I wasn’t much interested in proving myself to them one way or the other so it was a moot point. Truth is I knew quite a lot about those civilized citizens in town and wouldn’t wish to be like nary a one of ‘em.
Who wasn’t sleeping with their neighbor’s sweetheart, was robbing their friends and so forth. No wonder daddy always warned me to steer clear. If the way they did things was the acceptable way, then no thank you. I’ll just do things the way that seem best to me and be the happier for it.
I nailed down the windows in the bedroom where I figured she’d be spending most of her time in the beginning. Next, I put a new lock on the outside of the bedroom door and one on the front and back doors as well just in case.
When I was done with the house, I went out to the barn and cut me some rope, whistling all the while. All in all it was a good deal. I’d already found a bride, and made her home ready. All that was left was to go get her.
That night, I sat down and worked out a plan of action. It was like a game to me, my own mating ritual if you will. Only I knew what I was after but that was okay.
I was sure that in the end my angel would fall in line. I wasn’t planning to mistreat her after all, but to treat her the way all women ought to be.
I knew because my daddy had told me long ago that it was a woman’s place to give her man as many children as her body could hold, just as it was a man’s place to provide for his family, and not just food and shelter, but love. I figure I was halfway there already. If the way she stays on my mind is anything to go by anyhow.
I figured since I had the means to take care of her, the girl would be happy with her plight before long. In most of her social media posts she was always complaining about life. I figure my kid in her belly would give her something to focus on.
Out here she wouldn’t have much to worry about because there won’t be anyone around to bother her or stress her as she puts it. All she’d have to do for the rest of her days is raise my babies and keep me company; no stress in that.
I plan to treat her well so she would have all the love she could ever need, and with me she wouldn’t have to worry about cheating and such like she and her girlfriends be talking about on that Facebook.
5
Macy
I’m not sure but I could swear someone is following me. I’ve had this strange feeling for the past few weeks, but every time I look around there’s never anyone there. Still I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.