In Black

As they made their way outside, they found Layford and four of his friends playing football. Layford threw the ball to one of his friends who ran back and caught it just a few feet from where Brenna and Slaton had stopped before getting in the line of fire.

The boy turned, held the ball in one hand, and stared openly at Brenna. He began at her feet and moved up her jean clad legs and paused on the red blouse that molded her figure. His look was appreciative as he lingered before moving up to her face.

“Boy, Layford, your brother knows how to pick them.”

Before anyone else could react, Layford ran up and shoved his friend from the back. “Knock it off man.” The other boy, now ready to fight, pulled himself up off the ground and turned to Layford.

“What?”

“Don’t talk about her like that, man. She’s not some bimbo to gawk at and make lewd comments about.” Layford’s face was furious.

The boy held his hands up in surrender. “Alright. Alright. Geez. Didn’t realize that.”