Amish man and his neice part one
I sat starring at my strong overworked hands. I was an Amish man who had never known a day off in his life. Since I was old enough to walk, talk, and wipe my own ass I have had some kind of tool in my hand right after a morning piss and biscket. I smoothed them over the cool surface of the table waiting for Sarah. She was my niece sent to me by my brother in law who was always gone on jobs and couldnt get her to behave. His wife had died in child birth with her and so now it was up to me to fix...