Unfortunately, she didn't have a lot of raw material to work with. He was neither very intelligent nor very good-looking. When he reached school age, his mother was able to get moved to permanent day work in the school he attended, and she continued this as he moved through the school system. Once she had to trade sex for the transfer she wanted, a transaction which only furthered her low opinion of men, but which she endured with a pretense of enjoyment because she felt that she had to be there to keep an eye on her son.
Ranny's school years had not been a lot of fun. He had trouble learning the material, even though it was watered down to allow the lowest-achieving students to get passing grades. His surly disposition and unappealing appearance had earned him few friends, and when he did find some who would let him hang around with them, his mother quickly put a stop to it if she felt that they were the wrong kind of friends. Like a young wolf cub taught to submit to the alpha male, Ranny had been raised to fear and respect his mother, and her physical presence in the school building kept him from engaging in much of the activity enjoyed by his peers - petty vandalism, minor fights, seeing how far they could go in harassing teachers, and either flirting with or insulting girls, depending on the attitude of the girls. His exclusion from any interaction with teenage girls had resulted in the arrested development which had driven him now to satisfy those longings, although he did nothing but look.
The peephole idea had come to him when he was part of the detail cleaning up the shower room before the event. Because handling animals or riding horses was often a dirty job, but young girls always wanted to look their best for the young boys, a large shower room had been provided in the barn area, and it was always in use. Ranny noticed that one end wall formed the outside wall of the building, and that it was only the thickness of the exterior covering. A shelf had been fixed to the wall about four feet up, to hold the hair dryers, bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and the myriad other items required to transform these young ladies from working cowgirls into rodeo queens. It was here, hidden by the overhanging shelf, that Ranny had quickly and furtively drilled a half-inch hole one night when he purposely lingered in the area, at the end of the shift when the other men had headed back to clock out. He had prepared a half-inch wooden plug with a small nail driven into its center, and when he went outside and fitted it into the hole his preparation was complete. Grasping the projecting nailhead, he popped the plug out and pressed his face against the wall, satisfying himself that he had an excellent view down the length of the room. He couldn't wait until it was filled with young, naked, female bodies.