Foraine ( Eng)

Bonus : The Star

Flushed cheeks, short breathed, I gently pressed my forehead against the slightly misty window. I can't remember precisely when I first started spying on Leaf when he was bringing girls back to his bed. The first time was by accident, I was looking for a bucket to bring water to the little filly born two weeks earlier and I had been drawn by contained sighs. I approached silently, as the curious teenager I was, to find him, pants on down on his ankles, all tangled in the arms and legs of a redhead girl who seemed to find the whole thing very pleasant. I watched fascinated, the red hair getting caught in the roughness of the wall as Leaf was thrusting steadily. When I brought the bucket back to the stable, I was still so confused that I clumsy mistakes kept pilling up so much Eliot ended up scolding me:

"What are you doing damn kid? Mind where you are going Snow!"

Tonight, she is blonde, golden like honey, with a slightly sunburned skin on her arms and calves, but pale as snow on her heavy, round breasts and her chubby thighs firmly held by the Lead's copper hands. Probably a country girl, strong, healthy and smooth. He suddenly pulled out, turned her over on her stomach and then pulled her hips to get her on all fours in front of him before entering her again, kneeling behind of her offered body. My eyes moved up along the woman's arched back to focus on Leaf's arms, I watched the muscles in his shoulders roll and then watched a drop of sweat roll down his jaw and slowly drop to his contracting and spasming belly. My lower abdomen pulsated painfully as I could only see him and his undulating movements. When he finally came on his lover's back, I ran away blushing and my throat thickening, completely confused by what was happening to me.

I first chose to avoid him long enough to put my thoughts in order, but I quickly realized that the life in a closed community that we led made it very difficult to allow this kind of thing without being suspicious. I then had to resolve to act as if nothing had happened as his mere physical presence at my side became more and more complicated to manage, my 15 year old boy body having decided to take control over my brain.

That evening Mary had asked me to help her with some papers since I was the only one in the camp, apart from her, who knew how to read and write more or less properly. She had placed two cups of the very strong coffee in front of us, as always spiced up with cinnamon and which made the smell of their trailer impossible to forget. When Leaf walked in, patting his cane gently on the ground, I stiffened. I both wanted to be close to him constantly but his presence also made me infinitely uncomfortable because of the unpredictable reactions it caused me.

" It's starting to get cold, he notified when entering. Good evening mom".

Then gently running his fingers through my hair:

"Good evening Snow."

I was suddenly very hot and selfishly, I thanked the sky that he could not see the scarlet color that my whole face had taken. He grabbed his coat then walked out silently. I gulped and tried to concentrate again, reading the same sentence five times without understanding it. Eyes still on the papers in front of her, Mary said softly:

" You should tell him Snow."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I barked.

She raised an eyebrow without lifting her head, taking a quiet sip of her coffee. Without a word I stood up abruptly before leaving the caravan.

I spent the next few days almost locked in the stable, brooding over my dark thoughts and reading and rereading a certain passage from the Bible that I had discreetly stolen from Mary. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I decided to ask my mother for advice before my head exploded. As she often would as the night fell, Annabella was carefully getting ready, dabbing perfume on and choosing the dress that best suited her mood for the day.