".....Micah turned to go, and Professor Neal was suddenly behind him, closing the door.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
“I, uh — why — what’s all this for?” Micah asked haltingly.
“For you, Micah,” he said with a smile. “It’s all for you.”
Neal stepped forward and put both hands on Micah’s shoulders.
“I get to pick one, for payment. Whomever I like.” Neal leaned his forehead to touch Micah’s. He whispered. “And I picked you.”
*****
Micah was tossed onto the bed, and he tried to scurry away, but Neal grabbed his pants and pulled. The waist button popped, and the khakis ripped free of his bare legs, exposing his skinny briefs beneath. Neal flipped the boy on his back and climbed on top. Micah tried to fight him off with his tied hands, but Neal buried the hands above Micah’s head and into the mattress.
....."
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