HD-119 Atila the Hung

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Then he saw a flash of a bike and Chris was flying up the incline toward the garage door. Atilla laughed and covered his crotch. “Don’t ruin me,” he yelled.

Chris stopped just inches from Tommy’s basket. In fact the nubby tire touched his friend’s crotch.

“Wouldn’t want to kill the biggest thing to hit this town since elephant trunks.” Chris was such a joker.

“Park it, buddy.”

Chris leaned the bike against the edge of the garage. He didn’t move it toward Ron Barker’s property line. Mr. Barker was pretty nasty about going on his property.

“So, let’s shoot.” Chris grabbed the ball, did a couple of circles and put it in.

“Speaking of shooting,” Atilla said, “looked like Beth had you by the balls last night.”

“Barely. And as soon as you left, she got panicky. Maybe she was confusing you with me. You’re the hung.” Chris’s hand shot out with the ball in it and nearly busted Atilla in the nuts.

“Good thing you stopped in time, or I’d have had to break your head.”

They played hoops until they were tired and then went into the kitchen to raid the refrigerator. “So she wouldn’t go for it?”