25. Guilty Conscience
25 GUILTY CONSCIENCE CASH Rain on the Scarecrow by John Cougar Mellencamp Sasha wraps the blanket around herself tighter, and I instinctively move to stand in front of her. She steps around me and heads for the barn without greeting John. I watch as she walks away and disappears behind the barn doors, leaving me with a semi hard-on that is slowly deflating. John stops the truck alongside the fence in front of me, and I look at the barn, wondering what he thinks went on. I feel guilty under John’s scrutiny, like I’m a teenager getting caught kissing my girlfriend on my parents’ couch. My guilty conscience gets the better of me and I can’t seem to look him in the eye, knowing that I was about to f**k his granddaughter over the fence. John nods at me by way of greeting, his hat casting
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