Father and Pastor had warned about the Englischers—the wild ones settling closer. 

Curious, I followed their moans in the woods and watched their naked bodies pressing together, moving in rhythm. I gasped where his lips kissed her. 

Now I’m naked, wanting to make their noises, too. Be a wild one. 

When she leaves, I take a closer peek, believing he’s asleep. Curly hair covers his chest, thinning to his belly before becoming a thicket above his thighs. 

I can’t stop staring at what grows there. The thickness points upward. 

I want to touch it. I’m reaching… 

His eyes fly open.