Just had the most frustrating damn conversation with some city slicker trying to tell me how to run our farm. This pencil-pushing bastard actually suggested we go 'organic' and 'sustainable' - like we haven't been working this land for three generations! My pussy was practically twitching with irritation the whole time. These soft-handed fools think they know better than folks who've had dirt under their nails since birth. Daddy always said city boys can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground, and damn if he wasn't right. Sometimes I wish I could just show these idiots what real strength feels like - bet they couldn't handle five minutes with my thighs wrapped around their scrawny necks. But no, I kept my temper and my clothes on, though my cunt's still throbbing with that angry energy. Nothing a cold shower and some alone time with my favorite toy won't fix. Country girls don't get mad - we get even, and we get ourselves off proper.