"But...wait, don't..." he protested as Clara began to remove his shirt, trying to think straight, after all he'd been through recently, just in the last few minutes. It really hadn't been that long since he'd been ready to defend himself and his mother. He wondered what she and Mr. Klutz were talking about, knowing Mom had a temper when it came to him. A temper to match Clara's Daddy, it would seem. And now, Clara was practically demanding he disrobe, right here, right now, in the middle of a barn with a mean-spirited horse named after a mean-spirited fish.<br/><br/><em>The impetuosity of youth,</em>he idly thought. "Well, don't just lie there, Dukey! Off with your clothes," she said, and he reluctantly obeyed, hoping he remembered to wear underwear, and clean underwear, at that. He sighed a little in relief as he kicked off his boots, lowered his jeans, and found that he had his good boxers on. However, he thought they were the polka-dot ones, but it turned out he had worn the boxers with the little hearts on them. He pulled his shirt off as well, revealing his broad shoulders, well-defined chest and abdominals, which came from years of lifting heavy machinery and carrying crates of supplies. He bundled up his shirt and jeans and handed them carefully to Clara.<br/><br/>Now, exposed as he was, and mildly scared of being found out, he looked Clara over and couldn't help himself. His manhood sprang to attention, despite his best efforts to stop it. He blushed, and turned away, thinking to cover himself with the horse blanket. It was too soon for this...entirely too soon, but then, what else could he do?