Last summer I turned 19.

I had grown tired of working at gas stations and fast-food places, so a friend suggested that I join him working on a farm for a family he knew. He said the work was hard, but there were some special fringe benefits. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but I needed a change, so I decided to take him up on his proposal. When we arrived the farmer offered me work for the remainder of the summer.

The next morning when we showed up for our first day’s work, I met his wife, son, and four daughters. From the looks of the daughters I was already starting to hope that they were part of the special fringe benefits my friend had mentioned. The oldest were 22-year-old twins. Then there was Bonnie, 20, and Barbie, who had just turned 18. Barbie was tall and leggy, with blonde hair and... Read More