Sometimes things just don’t work in a story. It’s a great setup, but for some reason you can’t make it fit. That happened in my most recent story, The Salesman.
So here’s about a thousand words worth of stuff that ended up on the cutting room floor!
The barn was dim, a single light illuminating the structure, empty stalls lining the sides, a partially open door showing off the overcast sky outside and the carpet of white flowers that coated the ground.
Hank looked outside, enjoying the way the air played over his nude form. It was cool enough to be comfortable, but not cold and that was exactly what he wanted. Then he turned around and enjoyed the way his cock twitched at the sight before him.
