The Crop
It was Easter, and Jasmine, the nineteen-year-old daughter of the household, was home for the holidays. She had always been wilful, another word for spoilt. Partly, I thought because her father had left the family home years before and her mother didn’t know how to deal with her.I was ten years older than Jasmine and had known her since she started riding when she was five and I was a stable lad. Our upbringings had been very different - my father and my mother had both believed in corporal...
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