Sexual Rewards Are the Best Kind
“Let’s get ready, and go do the yard,” Master said as he got out of his chair and pulled on a shirt.
Ever the complainer, I pulled a face, sagged as comically as I could, and replied, “I don’t wanna pull weeds.”
“If we don’t do it now, we’ll be too tired,” he said, ignoring the fact that technically, even though I was joking, I was talking back to him. “Get dressed.”
So I did. I hate pulling weeds because it means pulling weeds out of the cracks in the cement, too, and that’s hard to do! I’ve thought about getting some sort of spray, but I have no idea how spraying the weeds in the front yard will affect the food growing in the backyard, so I haven’t. I suppose I should just research natural options…but I haven’t. Read more…