Chapter 11

He’d already pegged Thommo

as bigoted and somewhat stupid. Trevor was thinking of slotting

Pete into thecute but

cluelesscategory.

As they processed down the

hall, Trevor spied their buttocks. Thommo’s were fat and flabby.

Pete’s held distinct possibilities however. High, tight, and the

guy was wearing a pair of jeans which he must have had to grease

himself to get into.Down,

boyTrevor said, giving himself a severe

talking to.

** * *

It had been a long time

since Trevor had enjoyed himself so much.Homophobe baiting was a much under-rated sport. As he’d

suspected, Thommo was all mouth and no action. He was also rather

out of shape. Trevor, though not an expert on the game of cricket,

wondered how someone in such poor shape managed to maintain a place

on the team.

“If you two would lift the

sideboard and put it over there,” Trevor pointed, “then we can

begin rolling up the carpet.”

“Sure, mate,” Pete

said.

Trevor enjoyed watching