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An Acre of Love — Alice Brennan
INTIMACY
“I like you, Miss Christine,” the farmhand said. “You know I wouldn't hurt you.”
Her husband was away, the barn door was closed, and she knew this man was dangerous.
“You aren't trying to get away?” he demanded, coming closer. “You wouldn't be afraid of me…”
“I like you, Miss Christine,” the farmhand said. “You know I wouldn't hurt you.”
Her husband was away, the barn door was closed, and she knew this man was dangerous.
“You aren't trying to get away?” he demanded, coming closer. “You wouldn't be afraid of me…”