I'm Sheridan Wesley. I'm eleven years old. I've always lived with my dad. He's the only person I've got. He loves me and I love him too. But soon our lives changed. Mine especially.


It was a sunny day in Blueville, a rural small town not far away from Tennessee. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone. My dad was one of the most popular and well-liked people of Blueville. He owned vast land and a big ranch.

I always loved working with him. I loved the farm life. I knew how to ride horses, milk cows, make butter, plant seeds and harvest crops. I was well loved by all my dad's employees and well known too by the people of the town. I was the little boy who always gave a helping hand.

The Last Laugh

I felt the bulge in his pants through his trousers, rubbing against my behind and it made things even more awkward. The elevator was so congested that even when I tried to adjust or change position, I would end up rubbing myself against him. I decided to stand still until I reached the second to the last floor.


After some minutes, to my relief, the elevator stopped on my floor.


As I walked away, I turned to look at him. I saw amusement linger in his eyes and a little smirk on his lips as the elevator doors closed once again.


I closed my eyes for some seconds before reopening them and heading for the archives.


I smiled to myself, trying my best not to laugh after Heather had left the elevator. Oh, how I loved her. She hadn't changed one bit. She was still the naïve, beautiful, shy and kinda clumsy little Heather of high meadows. I hoped I hadn't scared her.


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