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.“Please don’t say anything about what happened.He’ll kill me if he ever found out I told.”“Okay, but if he doesn’t stop hitting you I’m going to show him how it feels.” Rick puffed up his chest as he spoke.Ann smiled and blew him a kiss.“See you tomorrow,” she whispered as she carefully opened the door then disappeared inside.Before going to bed, Rick hunched over the tiny table in the corner of the sitting room and wrote secretly in a dog-eared, spiral-bound tablet.It wasn’t homework, but a journal pouring out his newly discovered feelings about Ann.She wasn’t like a sister or that pesky little kid across the hall anymore.She made his body tingle and aroused his budding manhood.Chapter 3“He didn’t just want to build the best repair shop, but the finest town to support his state-of-the-art facility at the time.”Terror at the barnThe final day of punishment arrived, and Rick told Wil he would clean the barn by himself.He wanted to have some time alone with Ann.He was going to miss spending every evening with her, talking about dreams of going to college and becoming a journalist.She listened to his stories, to his dreams and thoughts with wide eyes and a smile that cut straight through him.The way she looked at Rick made him feel important, like he’d done something right.Cleaning up the barn wasn’t hard work.It gave him inspiration to write in his journal how much he liked being with Ann.When she didn’t show up some nights, he developed a knot deep in the pit of his stomach.“I heard your daddy really screaming last night,” Rick said.Ann was busy sweeping the floor while Rick scrubbed what had already been cleared.“My daddy says he may lose his job if he doesn’t stop coming to work hung over.He already caused one colored helper to get burned when he lit his torch standing too close to him.”She looked over and smiled but didn’t say anything.“Does he still hit you?”“Not as long as I stay outside.” Ann chuckled and came over to give him a peck on the cheek.“I worry about Momma.She’s always tired and is gettin skinny.She says she’s okay, but I know better.I see her holding her side and crying when she doesn’t know I am watching.”“Don’t you have an aunt over on Third Street that would let you and Jo Lee—”“What the hell are you doing down here with him!” a voice shouted from behind the barn door.Red staggered into the edge of the faint glow of Rick’s lantern, a bottle in one hand and his face flushed.Ann froze.She couldn’t move or make a sound from the fear of seeing her enraged father.Rick stood between Ann and Red.“Mr.Nestlebaum, she’s just down here keeping me company while I—”“Shut up, boy.I know why she’s down here.She’s just like her momma.Never saw a man she didn’t like, but old Red got her and showed her what happens when she forgets who she belongs to,” Red said with slurred speech.Red lunged for a pitchfork leaning against one of the stalls.Rick leaped for the pitchfork and snatched it away.“You little bastard.” Red cursed but couldn’t stop his momentum and slammed headfirst into the stall wall and collapsed to the hay-covered floor, unconscious.“What are we going to do now?” Ann’s voice quivered.Rick stood over him, pitchfork in hand.“We’ll just cover him with Bossie’s old Army blanket and leave him here.He won’t freeze.He’s got too much alcohol in him.Tomorrow is Saturday, so he can sleep it off and won’t remember a thing in the morning.”Leaving vapor trails from their breaths in the cold night air, they ran back to the apartment house without saying a word, still shaken from the surprise encounter with Red.Rick slipped his arm around Ann with his free hand as they reached the bottom of the shaky back staircase.Quietly they climbed the stairs and tiptoed to the Nestlebaum’s door.“Why haven’t you ever tried to kiss me?” Ann whispered when she nestled her head on Rick’s shoulder.Surprised, Rick sheepishly said, “It’s not that I don’t like you.I do.A lot.I wanted to a couple of times but didn’t know if you wanted me to.”“It’s okay if you want to kiss me now.” Ann spoke softly and leaned toward Rick.Their lips met, gently at first, and then more forcefully as Ann wrapped her arms around Rick and squeezed him against her tingling body.The dim glow of a naked light bulb hanging in the frigid hall cast a larger than life shadow of the two bodies merged against the door.“I love you,” Ann whispered, and then pulled away from his grasp.“See you tomorrow.”Rick stood motionless, in shock.It felt like all the energy had been drained from his body.A big smile broke over his face.He felt the erection straining against his blue jeans and wondered if Ann had felt it too.After a few moments of enjoying the glow of his first intimate encounter, he shook himself back to reality.Rick tried to walk naturally past his parents when he entered through the kitchen door, concealing the bulge in his jeans
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