She’d been “wrapped” and delivered to her neighbor’s bed on the day she turned eighteen, as was the tradition in her hometown.
“Hi, Mr. Summers… Um… My parents decided to gift me to you for my eighteenth year… so… ummm…” Amy searched for the right words.
“That’s fantastic, Amy! I’ve been looking forward to fucking you ever since I heard your birthday was today! I thought your parents were going to gift you to Bob Rutherford, down the lane. I figured I’d just get a quick fuck every so often when I visited him, but this is perfect!”
“Tha- Thank you…”