The Peacock Angel: Rise of the Decarchs

by Glenn Dale Bridges, Jr

CHAPTER 9

  Cane Connally stood naked on the front porch of his double wide mobile home. All of the trailer's outside lights had just been turned off, and only an occasional pair of headlights on the highway beyond his front yard disrupted the moon lit night. The temperature was uncomfortable, and the still air was bursting with humidity. Moisture gathered on Cane's prominent forehead, and his lean body was beading up with thousands of salty droplets. From the wooded area surrounding three sides of his home, an uncountable number of tiny eyes peered at Cane as he walked down the first two steps of his porch and stopped just shy of his gravel driveway.

  Cane had to pee. And when the urge struck him, he chose outside over the toilet more times than not. It was the freedom that he enjoyed. The possibility of being seen excited him also. Sometimes, when he ventured out naked at night, he did more than just pee.

  He thought it was all quite natural. Cane didn't consider himself the least bit unbalanced. All guys did it as far as he was concerned. Even when he began his recent streak of exhibitionism, he managed to convince himself that it was all perfectly normal.

  I know there's others out there like me, probably close, and probably a bunch of em'.

  He fancied himself as a rebel who was defying norms. He told himself that he wanted to be seen, admired, and worshiped for his sexual boldness. While in his yard naked to the world, he was the one true infinite spirit of fornication.

  Maybe I could start a commune or something.

  He was finished, and he was sweaty. He turned quickly and headed for the safety of his trailer. It seemed like a good time for a rinse off.