Emma sat in the barn, pulling one of the cow's teats absent-mindedly. She was an eighteen-year-old Amish girl, very pretty despite the plain clothes and lack of makeup. Her ample breasts and smooth, pale skin were the envy of all the other girls in her village; even the English boys found Emma desirable. However, Emma was unmarried, and no boy was even courting her. She intimidated most of them, but she didn't know that.
Walking toward the barn, out of Emma's earshot, Emma's father Reid was having a very important father-son chat with his eldest, nineteen-year-old Montario. Montario was supposed to be married to another girl in the village; as soon as the engagement had been cemented, Reid had begun planning how he would teach his son to please a wife. Today was the day of the big talk.
"Montario," said Reid, "I have been thinking about this long and hard, and I have not thought of any truly good ways to teach you how to be a proper husband. It is very important for a man to know how to make his wife happy and keep her satisfied with the marriage. This is as necessary to a successful marriage as fidelity and faith in God."
"Father, I think I know what you are speaking of," Montario replied. "But I know very little of the ways of women. I have never seen one disrobed, and I have never touched one except in the most platonic ways."
As they neared the barn, Reid could hear the sound of the cow's milk spraying into the metal bucket. He stopped outside the barn door and peered in. Emma sat beneath the cow, smiling deliciously to herself as she milked. Suddenly, Reid had a brilliant idea. What better way to teach his son than with his daughter. It was the only way Montario could learn without the whole village thinking he was unfaithful to his betrothed.
Reid leaned close to Montario and said quietly, "I have just thought of a way to teach you. I will show you what to do by using your sister. Do you think that will be an adequate way of educating you?" Montario nodded. They entered the barn.
Emma did not hear the two men behind her. She jumped with surprise when Reid's hand came gently down on her shoulder. "Yes, Father?" she said.
"Emma," said Reid, "do you trust that I always know what is best?" Emma smiled and nodded. "Good. Then you must stand up, remove your garments, and lay down on the hay over there." He pointed to the soft bed of hay sitting next to the stables. Emma looked confused, but she knew that her father would never lead her astray. She slowly took off her shoes, her bonnet, then her long, brown shift and stockings. Finally she stood in front of her father and brother completely nude.