I laughed and considered it but really only wanted a trim. I was never a fan of going completely hairless. So I got my trim and my “golden luster” as they called it.

On my way out, I bumped into Bree.

“You ready for tomorrow?” she asked. “This is my first festival too but they say it’s so much fun. It’s so strange how hush hush people are about what goes on there. It’s like the whole “what happens in Vegas” thing. Once we’ve been there and have been through it, then we can be part of that crowd keeping secrets from the newbies.”

I hadn’t thought about it like that. In a way, this Harvest Festival was like another graduation for us. It was the biggest event of the year. Once we went through it we’d be more trusted members of society.

Later that night, I sat in bed watching TV when Bastian came in and tossed a postcard sized form onto the bed in front of me followed by a pen.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Fun card for tomorrow,” he said. “Just mark down all the stuff you want to do so I can turn it in and make sure you’re signed up.”

I looked down the list.

-Talent show

-Chili taster

-Pie eating contest

-Ring toss

-Guess who

-Fish in the Sea

-Kissing booth

“What do you think I should do?” I asked.

“Do you have a talent?” he replied.

“No,” I said.

“Well I’m planning to do the pie eating contest and guess who if you want to join in on the fun,” he said.

“Pie eating contest?” I asked. “I don’t know about that one.”

“Trust me,” he said. “Sign up.”

So I did. I put a small checkmark next to both of the games he’d already signed up for. Bastian stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed with me. He was about to turn off the light.

“Keep it on,” I said. “And turn the TV on so the whole neighborhood can watch this.”

He reached for the remote as I threw off the blanket and took his cock in my hand.

Later that night, as we both lay exhausted in bed with both the TV and lights turned off, Bastian held me in his arms.

“What if you win the drawing tomorrow?” he asked.

The thought had crossed my mind more than a few times. When I didn’t answer right away, he cleared his throat.

“I don’t want you to do the drawing tomorrow,” he said.

“I don’t think that’s an option,” I replied.

“It’s not.”

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