They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad, but why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had, and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could. It just felt so good, good "If it's so wrong that I sleep with him why does it feel so fucking good?" Kenzie asked herself as she snuck back into the bunkhouse from being her bosses room in the main house having amazing sex. Why did it feel so good when it should be so wrong he's 32 years older than her he's 54, and she's 22. Why did it feel so good to be in his arms to kiss him why did it all feel so fucking good when it should feel so wrong she's never been with a man so much older than her and yet it filled something in her (besides the obvious) that she didn't know she liked having filled. She knows she has daddy issues. She climbed back into her bunk in the bunkhouse she could still feel his skin on hers he always wants her to spend the night, but she's afraid they'll get caught. She falls asleep with a smile on her face, feeling at ease or a post orgasm bliss. She fell asleep, and morning came way too fast. Rip came in banging pans together, and she slowly got up sore from last night. John was a little rough last night, having found a couple of the other ranch hands flirting with her. They all watched her limp a little and get ready she sat down at the table between Lloyd and Ryan, both watching her. She felt like crap from lack of sleep (or maybe something else who knows). Ryan and Lloyd looked at her studying her. Lloyd: You look like you got ran over by a heard of horses Ryan: yeah what the hell happened to you?