"W... well..."  She coughed and cleared her throat, hating the way her voice squeaked when it first came out.  She tried again, more firmly this time. "If it happens to be me he umm...  takes...  whichever one of you that wishes to stay is fine by me."  It was hard to see in the dimness, but her cheeks were practically on fire at this point - a problem not helped<i>at all</i>by Charlie's next question and the image that sprang to her mind at the phrase 'ol' fashioned way'.  She may be new here at the farm, but from earlier conversations with Charlie and from her interview, there was very little chance of mistaking what that particular phrase would entail.  Despite her obvious nervous hesitance, she surprised herself as the thought of the three of them bent over, 'presenting' to the creature lurking in the shadows brought with it a shiver of fearful excitement.  She licked her lips, wetting them lightly.  Then again, the waiting in a position like that... not knowing if, or when, or how.... it would be unbearable, wouldn't it?  She groaned inwardly, shaking herself.  Finally, she asks, "What do you have in mind, boss?"  She smiled, putting on a brave face to the others, one not entirely convincing given the shifting glances she keeps darting deeper into the swamp at every creaking sound, real or imagined.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>