I don't know exactly what I am doing with Bay Schuyler in a barn, repeatedly making out in a heap of dry hay. I mean, he hate me. He derives pleasure from ravaging me and, watching me writhe in pain. He enjoys the sight of me spread out naked on his bed, or in a hay , or even on the basement floorboard. He takes me anywhere and anytime he pleases and I dare not protest. I mean nothing to him. I am just his play thing, his little toy... The truth is, I have always loved him. I have loved him since we were children...