Hattie 35

I am Hattie, 35. I run a small farm, vegetables and a few chickens, and I come in from the day with mud on my boots and a clear idea of what I want next. My husband is Will, 37. He keeps the books and the irrigation and he is gentle with both. Grant is 39. He is our neighbor from the next gate, a man with his own mailbox and his own land. He is not a relative. He is not kin to me and not kin to Will. We asked him, and he asked back, and the three of us agreed before any night, on a Sunday porch, that we wanted each other. Any one of us can cancel. I like hands that have done real work and still know how to be careful. I like being washed clean, soap and water, before I am touched in bed. Washing is the point. The sex comes after, when I say I am ready.