So this was the country; big deal! She hated it ever since they arrived. She had been raised from one military base to another; made friends and lost friends. How do you contend with moving into rural country where your nearest neighbor was two miles down a dirt road and elderly at that? She felt totally isolated and alone.
She drug her feet at every suggestion her parents made. They told her she'd find and make new friends at her new school. She wanted to finish her final year at her old high school. She stomped outside and sat on the concrete steps and pouted.
She wanted to be back at the base with Brad who had finally noticed her and felt her up on their first date. She was trying to hold her emotions in check; she felt desires constantly now remembering his hands caressing her breast and rubbing the inside of her thigh through her jeans.
Frustration fueled her anger. She jumped up and started to walk briskly around the property. 'Why did Dad and Mom want a damn farm anyway?' she questioned in her mind as she kept an even pace. Somehow her feet took her past the old shed at the end of the property. Mom had told her not to go there because it was only for Dad. She circled past it and made her way back to the house just in time to see Mom drive away.
"She's going shopping Amy," said her Dad as he entered back into the house.
Now she was really pissed off because she wasn't even invited to go along. She started to walk again at a brisk pace to keep her anger from bubbling out. What she didn't see was her Dad going inside and then watching her from the kitchen window and rubbing his crotch.
She raised her head and sited on the old shed again. 'Just what was so important in there that she couldn't go in?' She felt so many restrictions lately that her anger got the better of her. She stopped and looked back toward the house. Her Dad was no where in site and so she decided to investigate the old shed.
She stepped up onto its little porch and turned the handle; it smelt musty. She cautiously peered in, but only saw a workbench, mattress on the floor, cardboard boxes along the wall and one opened on the workbench. There was a light hanging from the roof with a pull chain. She stepped inside, but left the door ajar, pulled the chain and a 40 Walt bulb illuminated the shed.
He watched her when she stopped and looked around; he gazed at the clock. He knew his wife would be gone for at least four or five hours; knew how she like to take her time shopping. 'Go in, go in,' he kept saying in his mind and was rewarded when she did. He quit rubbing his hard on and went out the door heading for the shed.
Amy was amazed at how cozy the shed was and stepped up to the workbench. She had just flipped up the lid on one side of the box when she heard the door behind her shut. She spun around and saw her Dad standing there looking at her.
"Just a bit nosy are you?" he asked.
Amy blushed, "I'm sorry Dad; I just got curious," she stammered.
"Then I think you need to see," he said as came up to her, spun her around and insinuated himself against her pressing her up against the workbench.
"Open the box Sweetie," he commanded.
Her trembling hands reached up and opened the carton. She saw lots of pornographic magazines.
"Take the top one out," again in a commanding voice.
She took it out and laid it on the workbench in front of her.
"Now, open it slowly one page at a time," he commanded.
"Dad, I don't think..." she started to say.
"Shut Up! You don't think at all, now do what I say!" his voice getting just a bit louder.
