Gentle Reader: My head was topsy-turvy: Of course, since I was trussed as a plucked holiday fowl for carving, the rushing sensation was likely blood draining from my extremities. You would be excused for thinking that—sans an apple in my mouth—my nude form resembled a basted porcine instead of a goose, but my mind was razor sharp. So, I stammered a bit and insulted Mr. Jones-Smyth by questioning his sincerity. “You what? I mean… how… why? Are you sure? I thought you bought me… to use and be trained as a whore?” He demonstrated his displeasure quite succinctly.
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Spank Me Hard! ... Please? 
You’ve got me hooked on chapter 7 already! The inclusion of the apple was interesting: one small identifier like that and it strenghten the brief allusory metaphor of Ruby as a ready and stuffed meal immensely. Loved that.
I’m growing a bit of a fondness for Mr Jones-Smyth—am I meant to, I wonder?
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Well…. it is quirky me, so pay attention. 😉 I haven’t actually decided yet.
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I wait with bated breath, paying attention…daren’t do anything else, now. Quirky is wonderful! 😉
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