Chapter 2

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January crept into the butcher's silently, nearly screeching when she saw the lamb staring at her. "Can I pass?" She whispered. The lamb started to bleat, rubbing its head on her leg. She laughed softly, stroking the goat.

"January?" Her heart leapt as she heard Mike's voice. "I wanted to see the kittens." She smiled.

"Oh sure." He grinned, happy that he had a excuse to talk to the sweet girl a little longer. The lamb let out a unhappy bleat as he realized his new friend was leaving.

He yanked on the back of her jacket, and she let a shriek as she slipped, Mike turned to see what was going on when her ungracefully flailing foot caught his ankle, bringing him to trip as well. He caught himself, arms on either side of January's head.

"Don't look at her cleavage. Don't look at her cleavage." He chanted silently to himself.

"Mike!" His grandfather snapped, slamming open the shack door, "All this noise in the middle of the nig-" He stopped at Mike hovering over January.

The two teens suddenly realized how inappropriate their position was, but had rather different reactions.

Mike didn't dare to move, a little nervous. But January rather enjoyed their position, it gave her a amazing view of Mike's collarbones.

"Use protection. And for god's sake not amongst the damn animals! In your room!" Mr Hanlon scolded before closing the door.

January stroked the kittens, the lamb bleating unhappily. "You know if you want him you can take him." Mike said, lifting his hand to stroke the lamb. "He's a runt, my grandpa is probably going to kill him."

January nodded, reaching out for the lamb, "How big will he get?" "Not much." "Can you help me build a pen?" She asked. Mike swallowed nervously, "but your cousin-"

"He won't be around." January faintly remembered him saying something about hunting for trash.

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