TC-210 End Zone

Excerpt

“I didn’t know you two knew each other,” Mike said grinning. “You sure get around. Chris.”

“I said beat it,” Chris snapped.

“And here I was sitting, pining for that nice body of yours, Chris, and you’re cattin’ around with another one of my little play-toys.”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” Tim snarled.

Mike ignored him. He leaned in the window of the car and grinned at them both. “Now which one of my little boys is going to take care of this big, old hard-on of mine?”

Chris jammed down the door handle and started to get out of the car. His fists were clenched and his mouth set in a firm line. He knew he wasn’t big enough to beat Mike up, but he decided he was going to give it one hell of a try. “I’ll knock your God-damn teeth out!” Chris snarled.

Tim reached out and grabbed Chris’ arm. He pulled him back into the Jaguar. “Don’t, Chris. The two of us together wouldn’t be able to get the better of him,” he said anxiously. Tim wasn’t a coward but he recognized unsurmountable odds when he saw them.

“Well,” Mike said flashing a vicious grin at them, “I suppose I can always find some lonesome little thing down by the school.” He looked at each of them again and added, “Besides, warmed-over meat isn’t really my style. I just looked you up, Chris, because I couldn’t find anything else.” He gave a mock salute and went back to his convertible. He got in and drove off.