style="font-size:15px;"> “Nice night, isn’t it?” he said, coming to a standstill.
“For some things,” Lenny answered. He dropped one hand to his thigh and rubbed meaningfully. “You buying?”
“Ten dollars,” Lenny told him simply. He waited for the man to nod before he stepped back into the bushes, legs tensed, his hand tugging the zipper of his slacks downward.
As the stranger feverishly sought the pleasure that Lenny’s firm young body had promised, Lenny waited patiently, moving skillfully, judging when the man had gotten his money’s worth before allowing himself to reach completion.
They stood, readjusting their clothing. Lenny waited for the man to take his wallet from his pocket before reaching out one hand.
“I’ll take that,” he said coldly. He was free of Carl now, free to operate as he wanted, and had no intention of settling for chicken feed any more.
The stranger stared at him with an expression of fear in his eyes. “You said ten dollars,” he whined, but he offered no resistance as Lenny took the wallet from his hand.
“So?” Lenny went through it quickly, taking all the money and cramming it into his pocket. “Call the police, why don’t you. They might want to know what you were doing here in the bushes with a minor.”
The man swallowed, and said nothing. Lenny tossed the wallet to the ground, and looked over his companion again. “Give me the watch,” he snapped. “The watch, right now,” he said coldly when the man started to protest.
He took the watch and a tie pin that looked like a diamond. Not bad for twenty minutes work, he concluded, dropping them also in his pocket. He lifted his eyes to the stranger. It wasn’t just one man standing in front of him, helpless and frightened—it was all the men who had used him and squeezed the life from him—the father who had disappointed him, Carl raping him mercilessly, all of the others coming in and out of his bedroom. His fist shot out like a bolt of lightning.
The man’s cry caught in his throat and became instead a flow of blood that gushed from his mouth. Lenny hit him again and again, driving him to the ground. His fists and his feet rained blow after blow on the helpless figure writhing about in the grass.
Finally, his anger relieved, he left the man lying unconscious in the grass and strolled calmly away, his eyes studying the park about him, looking for another prospect.
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