They watched the sun slowly sink behind the hills, and the fiery glow on
the lake fade into darkness. He eyed her shadowy figure, accentuated by
the moonlight, as the tension from within began to fuel his animalistic
desires. She followed him, ever so quietly, as they sought a secluded
corner in the barn. Alone! At last. His hands roamed about her soft
back, around to her thighs, and finally caressed her budding nipples.
Oh, how smooth and succulent she was! "Was it so wrong?", he asked
himself. No, he thought, for his father had done it, as did his own
father, ad infinitum. The boiling, uncontrollable rage within him became
unbearable. She signalled her eagerness, spreading her legs, as he
grasped her nipples again. Stroking, again and again, longer each time.
It began coming; again, again, again, again. His mind raced with fear
"Will it stop?". Exhausted, he lay down beside her. "Dear God, what have
I done?". Suddenly, his father burst in. His eyes burned as he stared
for what seemed an eternity. Finally, his father spoke.
"Son, you ain't supposed to milk the damn cow till mornin'!"