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bad blisters. That night I took another bath and slept soundly.
    The next day I looked at the front garden and assessed the work that would need to be done there. I’d grabbed the dry peasant outfit from the line and put it one. Alexi might be back today, so I didn’t want to take any chances with disobeying his rules. Last time he found me with panties on, I’d gotten a spanking. Which, of course, I liked, but I still wanted to please him.
    The front yard was a pretty bad mess. Most of the flower beds were completely overgrown and full of weeds. I could see the rose bushes and cultivated plants. There were dahlias, hydrangeas, and poppies, lavender and chrysanthemums. There was a bed of sunflowers that were almost completely choked out by weeds. Over the trellis grew grapes that looked like they had seen better days.
    First, I went about trying to pull out the weeds without ripping out the flowers. The sunflowers had managed to replant themselves over the years in that same spot. I didn’t want to spoil the cycle by uprooting the seed plants. I could smell the rich earth as I dug in the soil with on my hands and knees. 
    It took a good portion of the day to finish the weeding. When I was done, the yard looked like a straggly mess of overgrown flowers. I took my lunch of potatoes and sausage before going back out to rake all the weeds into a pile. With everything from the backyard and front yard, there was a mound that was almost as tall as me. People burned stuff every day around here, so I just lit a match and watched it go up in flames.
    While my weeds burned in a stone gully to the side of the back garden, I staked up the plants that were falling down from lack of support, and then started pruning the roses and grapevines. Of all the chores I’d done, pruning was probably the most satisfying and instantly gratifying of all.
    The sun was getting low into the late afternoon, when I heard the rumble of Alexi’s motorcycle coming up the drive way. My heart pounded with excitement and expectation— and fear for what I’d found in the metal box. He parked his motorcycle in front of the cottage, beyond the gate, and walked toward me. I stood there, with my back to the sun, watching him approach me. His hair was loose and touching his shoulders. He wore dark-blue jeans and a black shirt that revealed the tattoos on his chest.
    “Hi,” I said meekly. I didn’t know why. I thought it would come out stronger.
    “My Darling, look at the work you have done! It is fantastica!” he said, lifting me high off the ground with his arms around my thighs. He twirled me around looking at my face while he smiled brightly at me. I’d never seen his smile so wide and easy. He put me down and placed his hands on my shoulders.
    “I have a gift for you, my Darling,” he said reaching around to his back pocket. He pulled out a long piece of soft white rope and quickly wrapped it around my wrists. Here we go! My mind drifted into blackness. My body ached with expectation. I needed him to take pleasure in me. I wanted to give him my body and soul. He threw the other end of the rope up over the trellis and yanked until my arms were straight above my head.
    Then he tied the rope on the trellis. My feet almost came off the ground. Another inch of leverage and I’d be on my tiptoes. I really couldn’t move. I was completely defenseless. Questions about the Russian woman swam through my mind, but the sight of his stinging blue eyes and the curl of his lips inside this wicked goatee made my mind seek the dark comfort of oblivion. I drifted off into a place where all I could do was wait for him to put his hands on my body.
    He pulled my shirt and bra down until my breasts hung out. I was in the front yard. There weren’t many houses on the street, but if someone walked by, they could have seen my bare chest, and me hanging there. I threw my head back. I didn’t care. Hot lust grew in my belly, and I could feel my pussy drip down my thigh.