Not as such.

Mrs. Nesbeth's amused chuckle was mildly concerning to me. "What makes you think I have a particular fondness as to how I like being fucked, Mr. McKay?"

I stood my ground. "You've just told me that you've worked out a schedule with your husbands as to... oblige them their... preferences and desires. So I can be fairly confident that you have your day where they oblige you your particular... interests."

A wry smile crept across her face and she nodded her head to me. "Well deduced, Mr. McKay. Would you happen to know what day it is today?" I narrowed my eyes at her. There was no way that a successful farmer like her, especially one with such a structured weekly schedule, wouldn't know exactly what day it was. But, I was curious, so I told her the day. "Thank you. Hm..." she mused, counting off her fingers and looking up into a corner. "Yesterday was Ian's day, so today is my day of rest, which would mean that tomorrow... Oh! Tomorrow is my day! How about that? Oh how convenient!"

"Quite," I answered rather flatly.

"In that case, I'd love to have you over for tea tomorrow, Mr. McKay," she beamed, that catlike grin turning predatory. "I'll have the boys prepare the an empty room for you."

"Forgive me, Mrs. Nesbeth, but I have no intention of sleeping here. In any way." I said firmly.

"Of course, I understand completely, Mr. Mckay. But it would be unwise and plainly inhospitable of us if we were to simply, cast you out into the darkness, once we were all through. Madsin is completely safe, but we still would not want you getting lost on your way back home."

Sighing, I could merely nod. The journey here on foot was quite long and judging by the sky, it was about time that I started to make my way back. Taking my leave from the Nesbeth Farm, I used that journey to reflect upon my conversation with her. The Ease and Willingness to not only share her husbands' desires with me, and her own Initiative to invite me, a total Stranger, to witness how they are to cater to her desires, is simply astonishing. The absolute Balls on that woman to be able to control three men to the extent of them accepting a stranger in their love making by her words alone.

As I fill this journal, I must state this one thing clearly.