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 "Let me go," he sobbed. Squirming and kicking he tried again to be free.

"Let's carry him to the can."

"Yeah. No one's there now. Grab his legs."

"Yeah, grab his legs," repeated Pete.

The naked body pressed closer against his back and skinny strong arms went around his chest. Two more hands grabbed for his kicking legs, holding one firmly in a vise-like grip. Gaylord twisted, screamed and kicked backwards with his free leg. He was without fear now. Through a drunken blur that filmed his eyes, he fought back the best he could. The kick brought results. It struck Stud in his groin.

"God damn you son-of-a-bitch," Stud yelled in pain. He let go for a second then tightened his arms around Gaylord again. His stiff naked body drew closer. "I'll give it to you right here if you don't stop that kicking … you damn jackass."

And now they were all around him. He couldn't run. He couldn't even kick any more. Please God, he prayed, let someone come along. He was cornered. Trapped. Already his feet were off the floor, there was no way to free himself … he was helpless … please … he prayed again … don't let them do this to me … please … don't let them …

Robert Blake carelessly walked toward the school gym and stood barefooted on the top level watching two little girls playing jacks. One of the children grinned, showing a large gap.

"What happened to those two pretty teeth you had the other day, Marion?" he asked.

"They fell out, Bob, but the rabbit gave me two nickels for them."

"That so?" He grinned and patted her head playfully. "Now you'll get two new teeth, won't you, and you'll have two nickels too."

"I sure will," she smiled. She liked Robert Blake. He had bought her ice cream several times but that wasn't the real reason. He was so pretty and always spoke to her. He always took time out to say something to her. Had even played jacks with her. She looked up at him and asked, "Want to play jacks with us?"

"Not now, honey … I've got to take a shower." 42