No sooner had the words left his lips, than Dukey saw Mr. Klutz enter the barn, with a look of frustration on his face. He covered himself as best he could with his arms, one hand over his crotch and the other across his chest. He heard the words of Clara's Daddy echo in his ears:<em>Goodness, son! You need to clean yourself up.</em><br/><br/>Dukey stood as tall, proud and confident as he could manage with his mother still holding him by the ear, as the hose was brought in, aimed and used to completely douse both of them. Thankfully, the cold water instantly killed his erection. That was one less thing he would have to worry about, and he was glad that neither of them seemed to notice it before he was able to conceal the fact of his arousal. He turned around to allow the hose to be used on his backside, which is where it was most needed.<br/><br/>Once the impromptu bathing was complete, he went to his weeping mother to comfort her. He suddenly realized that Mr. Klutz had used the word 'son', and thought it an odd thing, since his father had left when he was very young. He knew, however, that in this case, the term was meant more as an elder simply addressing someone younger, and gave it no more thought than that.<br/><br/>Dripping wet, still, he approached Mr. Klutz, extending a hand as he had upon first meeting the man, and said, "Thank you, sir, for understanding. I mean no disrespect to you or your daughter, and apologize for any damage I caused." He hoped that this time, the handshake would be accepted. He was fully prepared for it to be dismissed again, and stood ready to defend himself, should the need arise.