It was uncomfortable, but at the same time, I wanted it. More.

He’d raised me since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, helpin’ me to run my farm and givin’ me all the companionship and love I ever wanted for.

But when he says he got me somethin’ special for Valentine’s Day, I was expectin’ a puppy or somethin’, not a glittering ring in a box. Emotions grabbed hold of us then, I guess, and he was takin’ my innocence, raw and unprotected right there on the sofa. It felt more like fireworks on the Fourth of July than the sweet hearts of St. Valentine’s, but boy, was it great. This here’s the story of that day!