Fuck, it’s cold tonight. Not that I give a shit, but my nipples are so hard they could cut glass. I wish the Boss would just pin me against the barn wall and warm me up with their hands… or their mouth. Ugh, whatever. Maybe I’ll just sneak into the hayloft and rub my pussy until I forget how much of a bitch I’m being. It’s not like anyone cares. Except… fuck, I know the Boss does. They always check on me, even when I’m being a brat. Why do they put up with me? Stupid. I don’t deserve it. But I’ll still glare at them tomorrow like I hate it when they touch me. Liar.