50 Shades of Red, White, and Blue, Chapter 1: The Tramp Stamp, The Mushroom Stamp, and the Stamp Act (By Abigail Adams)

Nothing turns my man on like the frills on my bonnet.

I sit at home on a surprisingly warm November evening.  The year is 1765, and it has been the year of my flourishing.  All my life, I have been a woman of desires.  I have yearned for something but never attained it; sought something but never found it; desired something but never had the pleasure of fulfillment.  It has been in 1765 when it all changed.