Alison's Tale
Prologue: Alison was the most beautiful flower one could ever lay upon. She was young and wore wore the finest pieces, and all of the town men wanted her. The Miller was one of those many men, but she was married of course. Her husband was always working and she was always alone.
Alison was outside on this particular day watering plants in the most appealing clothing to a man's eye, and oh boy were they looking! The Miller was always close by when Alison's husband, David, was not home. And suddenly, he shucked around the corner to get a better look. "Ah!" He whispered to himself as he focused on her. The Miller was not the brightest, cleanest fellow. He was on drugs and he was obviously out of his mind for even wanting Alison, but he had planned and planned on this day to get her anyway. He moved closer and closer to Alison as she continued to water the plants outside of her mansion and sing beautiful light tunes as her golden hair caught drift of the wind. Finally he was close enough to grab her tightly, and he did. Alison shrieked! "You animal!" she screamed. The Miller held her even tighter but furious now. He always wanted what he wanted and when he couldn't have it, he was aggressive and forceful. He demanded sex but she refused. At the same time, David was arriving home. At an instance, the Miller fled off. From that day, the Miller bashed her and spread rumors of their affair. He told everyone in town how she was the lowest grade of women with no class, but it wasn't true. He was only upset because he was rejected but I guess that's what you do when you can't have what was expected. A faithful woman was always a blessing, and she was.
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