Born To Breed, A Mate Selected, Taking My Place In The Grownup World

During college I worked part time for a husband wife small business. The other employees were all in the field. From the start I was adopted and became his pet in the office. I got birthday snd Christmas g*fts, and long talks, lectures. I didn't mind. He had a lot of life experience. He always pushed the 'breeding' side of the equation. You're born, you grow up, you have babies. Just be careful who you mate with.

By the time I was a senior his wife had passed from a long illness, an affliction. I was 'all woman', ripe for breeding. It dawned on me one night, that he intended to breed me. All this time he intended to breed me. At first it was cold sweats and sick at the stomach. Then looking at him knowing what was expected of me. Like a moth to the light, a force to strong to fight I waited. Counting down the days until I graduated. Then I was ready, that was his line marker, he wanted me graduated before breeding me.

His wife memory was on the sideline, not interfering. When I was marched off to the breeding room I hadn't yet picked up the table. It was like a play I had rehearsed over and over. His purpose completed, I was released to go back and finish up cleaning the kitchen. Not a word, not a question. I was as much a part of the kitchen as the pots and pans in the cupboard.

I was young and fertile, and he was mature and potent. The mating successful I settled down to grow a baby. When I presented him with a son, named Jacob, his approval was immediate. That day, with my infant son in my arms the circle was complete. I felt it, the next phase was to raise him.

Now that it's all as normal as normal can be, I became an expert at breeding. Old hat after you have one, just keep them coming. The first baby girl I named Elizabeth, after his wife who had never been able to breed for him.