The birds and the bees
He would race home, not bothering to mask the scent of his recent, and first, conquest. Long legs would have him springing over the border and racing across the plains. His head tipped back, his voice seeking out his uncle. Surely his uncle would be confused by the eagerness and excitement in his voice. For so long he had moped around and hated the world. But now... Now he felt refreshed, like he had an entirely new outlook on life. And in some ways he did. He had found a sense of control over the woman, one that settled his worries and made him feel empowered. But, he was inexperienced and he knew it. He wanted to learn more. He would finally come to a halt, his breath rapid even though he tried to calm it. Audits twitched furiously as he impatiently awaited his uncles arrival. |