Try to stay awake

You fight to brush away the haze of sleep, but you feel it's a losing cause until you feel a nudge against your shoulder. Cracking open your tired eyes, you see the old farmer sound asleep on the porch chair, cradling his shotgun.

"Hurry, John, before daddy wakes up," whispers Loretta from the corner of the house. You turn around and see the moon turning her nightgown translucent, displaying her perfect curvy, young body. You smile at her as you slowly and quietly as possible push yourself off of the old wooden chair and step off the old creaky porch, and into Loretta's awaiting arms. Loretta gives you as long passionate kiss.

Connie is waiting ten feet from the stairs.