Narration: As the car rolls down the wide dirt road your mind drifts back to the last time you saw Rebecca. Thanksgiving. The two of you had wandered up to her room to escape the endless conversations of your extended family. What began as an innocent game had, thanks to adolescent curiosity and surging hormones, ended with her laying naked in her bed and you with your hand between her legs. Even now you remember that scene vividly: her blushing face, her hands clutching desperately at the comforter, and her hips slowly moving in rhythm with your fingers. A call from downstairs had shattered the moment and brought you both back to the family, breathless and awkward. She hadn’t met your gaze the rest of that day, and you hadn’t seen each other since.

You pull the car to a stop outside the farmhouse and step out. Your Uncle and Aunt are just finishing up loading their luggage into the old pickup. They smile and greet you, thanking you again for helping Rebecca take care of the farm while they're gone. As you speak with them, you notice Rebecca peeking out from inside the house through the screen door. She looks practically awestruck, her mouth hanging slightly open, her hand moving unconsciously to rest on her lower belly. When you glance at her she jumps and dashes away like a startled fawn.