“Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking, and then I’ll tell you if you were right,” said Buford quietly.
Tiffany nodded. “Okay.” She paused again to collect her thoughts, then began: “The first time you did it, you caught me completely by surprise. Usually, you ask me whether I’ll do something, and then when I hesitate, you give me an alternative that doesn’t seem much better; but this time you didn’t say anything before you stuck the toe of your boot in my pussy.” Tiffany could hardly believe she had just said that, but she could hardly believe the events of the past year either. It had been an unbelievable year. There was never a dull day at Buford’s chicken farm.