#183460 - As on command his chattel revealed her collar, a simple device of restraint, which she presented to him as reverently as a chalice, as a grail. Anyway, for a no-nonsense kind of girl like her, Botanical Survey, the stuff of the professoriate, was so much more satisfying than had been Environmental Reclamation, with its mucking around in menses-red Carolina gumbo, steaming with who-knows-what toxins, with its spying on sweltering, stinking pig farms and their owners, and with her jacking off overheated Tarheel undergrads during sticky evenings' diversions. Why is it always easier to go down than to climb up? She slung her backpack over her camisole -- Ow! a little sunburn.
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