After the Rodeo, Under the Moon

Paul-Paul and Windy held hands as they walked back from the rodeo. The waxing moon, high above their teenage heads, turned everything to blue and white. Cold sweat ran down the back of their necks as they anticipated what the next few hours would bring.
Would they finnaly make it to second base? Would Paul-Paul ask her to wear his letter jacket? Would they break into Windy's fathers liquor store, steal a bottle of Jägermeister, drink it down and then talk about the miracle of life until the sun came up?
All of these scenarios would have to wait because first thing was first; Paul-Paul had to take a wicked shit and couldn´t focus on anything else until he took care of business. To this, Windy could only shake her head in wonder.
Life always had a way of tossing a wrench into the works.