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 fulfilled. There was something tearing and wild inside him, some need to attack and fight back.

Tearing his hand from Blake's groin, he screamed, "Let go of my hand … Bob."

But Blake didn't let go. Instead, he held tighter. "You can't back out now … come on … you beautiful …"

"Let go," Gaylord cut in. He stiffened his back and jerked himself, but the hand was too powerful. "Let go of my hand," he cried again.

"Gay, what the hell's wrong … damn …" he said in a shocked tone. "What in the devil did I do?" Then he grinned and tightened his grip. "Want me to fight for it, Baby?"

"You lied to me … Bob."

"So I'm a liar … you still love me, don't you?" he tried again to soothe him.

"I can't love a liar …" And this was the man he loved … Yes, he was the one, Robert Blake. A heathenish and wicked name for a man of the same nature, and to top all this he was a liar … Gaylord beat at the strong chest and tried to free his one arm … "You'll never get me to do that again or say I love you, I hate you … hate you … hate you … you damn liar."

"Now Gay … this is too much … you are acting like a baby … you know I wouldn't lie to you … say you know I wouldn't lie to you," Blake said, still holding his grip. "I'm not going to let you loose until you say it … come on … say it …" Blake held fast to the struggling boy. He was still grinning and wondering why this had happened … "Come on … honey … let's don't fight … you know how I feel towards you."

"No … I don't know … I know I hate you … you … you damned faggot," Gaylord moaned.

"Me?" laughed Blake.

"Yes you …" Gaylord didn't hesitate but let his hand fall with all its strength across Blake's cheek. The sharp slap echoed in the glassed enclosure. "There … now are you going to let me go?"

"Why you …" Blake grabbed the hysterical boy and shook him hard. "Now look," he said, "this has gone far enough … what the hell's wrong?" 248