Chapter 35

His heart twisted inside his chest and his dick wrestled with the waistband of his suit. He needed to turn around and face the corner and do a little quick adjusting, but he shouldn’t, couldn’t, and wouldn’t. Trying to perk up a little, he looked around for someone he could impress, er, talk to. Catch up with.

Across the room he saw Dick trying to catch his attention. Dick then pointed to where Dudley was standing with a couple of his old pals. Dick drew his finger across his throat. Peter set down his glass and walked over to join his brother.

They didn’t speak, they just sauntered together over toward the group of good old boys, the ones every school has, the bullies.

“Why aren’t you with Marcia?” Dick asked pleasantly.

“Because she’s a whore,” Dudley said. “What do you want anyhow? Her? I doubt you could even do her any good anyway.” Dudley’s friends laughed uproariously, the same thing they had done ten years ago. Hangers-on. Losers. Followers.