Chapter 3

Both boys looked up, locked together like pretzels, arms and legs intertwined, smiling gleefully. Sid’s hand was up under Royal’s shirt, so that it almost looked like he had him by the neck. Royal’s hand was lower down, and had just unsnapped Sid’s jeans and had slid halfway under his belt. Nonetheless, the Mr. Herman did what some adults do best; misread the entire situation to fit his own beliefs, and let’s be honest, experience. “Fighting again? Shame on both of you! Your fathers are going to hear of this.”

Sid thought it was hilarious. So did Royal, you could tell. They both made faces that indicated it was better to be thought fighting than, ah, enjoying each other so…forcefully. “Would you believe,” started up Royal, “We were just wrestling? Practicing for the team?” He grinned like a guilty Cheshire cat, slowly slipping his hand back up to a less interesting position.