Chapter Eleven
Doing Miss Jones
When I bought the place, Jan Jones, the local county agent who seemed more intelligent than her role might require, figured out very quickly what I had in mind in terms of use for the facilities. She stepped right up and said that she had a pretty good idea what was what and that it involved, she said quietly, “whips and chains.”
She and I had a nice quiet little affair with me spending as much time at her apartment in the city as she did on the farm with us. Everyone liked Jan and we hit it off well together. She said that while she was as much into our kind of games as the next person, she wasn’t interested in moving in with us, and that was fine. From time to time we got together and enjoyed each other’s vanilla and kink company.
Jan was a leather f
