Wrong Time To Walk Home

I grew up in the country. From our house to town was about five miles, unless you took a shortcut through the empty field that belonged to our neighbor. We took the shortcut all the time and this one afternoon when we were walking back home we came across a man in the field. He stood up and looked at us and said we had come right on time because he didn't want to go find a goat to fuck.

I let him fuck me so he would leave my sister alone, she ran home and when my father came back with her the man was gone. After that we were never allowed to go into town alone, but the damage was done and I had a son. I called him William, Bill for short.

He's a grown man now, and has his own family. I never spent a second looking for that man, but my son has it in his head he wants to find him. What for? What happened happened a very long time ago. Leave sleeping dogs lie, that's the saying and I think it applies now. Nothing good can come of my son finding that man.