Not only would he not be able to satisfy his burgeoning urge, but also his father would want an explanation of what he was doing there at night, a truthful explanation he did not wish to give.Ĭatching sight of a light flashing on through a crack in the barn door, he quietly walked over, despite his trepidations, and bent down to peer between the worn boards. Shit! He thought in alarm and dismay as his fear that he been discovered by his father grew. Snapping out of his thoughts, he suddenly froze as he neared the barn, thinking he had heard the distinct but distant noise of a match being struck. The boy speculated that his father had not forgiven him for his wife’s death during his birth. As he walked towards the barn, his thoughts wandered to his father’s disapproval of him, for which he never got an explanation. He hoped he would be able to fulfil it with a recent object of his desire and fantasies, an act he knew his disapproving, distant, harsh father would likely kill him for if he were ever discovered. The snow dampened his steps, as he trudged the long winding path to the barn, compelled onward by a growing urge. This was just enough to illuminate the way. However, a vast spectacle of numerous stars, a sight many years yet to be concealed by modern city lights, reflected off a Midwest corn field covered by newly fallen snow. Quickly turning and walking stealthily away from the house, Brett saw that the dark autumn sky had no moon to reveal his presence. He closed his window slowly, preventing it from making any noises. He involuntarily shivered, not so much from the cold, but from a mixture of fear and excitement. Sneaking out of his father’s farmhouse, Brett jumped silently down out of his bedroom window into the cold night air.
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