Johnny got up in a void bed. He took a gander at the sun behind the shut blinds and acknowledged how late it was. A look at the clock affirmed it. It was twenty after ten in the morning!! Very nearly 10:30!!
He understood how stimulated he was and recalled the last pictures of his fantasy, that of standing tall over some faceless lady. She was his slave, and he was her lord, and it was his business to break her; to make her do all that she hated and loathed, each messy corruption that she had been molded to fear, so she would be absolutely his.
He shook his make a beeline for clear the picture, which was causing stirrings down underneath, at that point got up and opened the blinds, standing naked in the crisp morning light spilling in through the window. He watched out and saw Mrs. Stanley, their nearby neighbor, gazing at him with her mouth somewhat agape. He gazed straight at her and grinned somewhat, letting her look. She was a dowager with two girls every year or two behind him in school. There was no damage in letting her look.