After this logging season, I’m never having sex again. Because: reasons. But first, I have a gig earning room and board and ten thousand dollars by ‘entertaining’ 8 lumberjacks. Eight strong and strapping Paul Bunyan types, big enough to break me in two. There’s Lincoln, the leader, the stern, silent type... Jagger, the Kurt Cobain look-alike, with a soul full of music and rockstar moves... Elon & Oren, ginger twins who share everything... Roy and Tommy, who just want to watch... Saint, the quiet genius with a monster in his pants… And Mason, who hates me and won’t say why, but on his night tries to break me with pleasure They own me: body, mind and orgasms. But when they discover my secret--the reason I’m hiding from the world—everything changes.