"You understand me?" Krishna
nodded again.
Davey released him and he climbed slowly to his feet. Davey took his
wrist again, gently. "Let's get you something to eat," he said.
Before Alan knew it, they were nearly upon him, walking back down the
alley straight toward his hiding place. Blood roared in his ears and he
pressed his back up against the doorway. They were only a step or two
away, and after a couple of indiscreetly loud panting gasps, he clamped
his lips shut and held his breath.
There was no way they could miss him. He pressed his back harder against
the door, and it abruptly swung open and a cold hand wrapped itself
around his bicep and pulled his through into a darkened, oil- and
must-smelling garage.
He tripped over his own heel and started to go over, but a pair of hands
caught him and settled him gently to the floor.
"Quiet," came a hoarse whisper in a voice he could not place.
And then he knew who his rescuer was. He stood up silently and gave
Billy a long hug. He was as skinny as death.
#
Trey's phone number was still current in the video store's
database, so she called him.
"Hey, Trey," she said. "It's Lara."
"Lara, heeeeeeyyyy," he said, in a tone that left no doubt that
he was picturing her panties. "Sorry, your bro ain't here."
"Want to take me out to dinner tonight?"
The silence on the other end of the line made her want to laugh,
but she bit her lip and rolled her eyes and amused the girl
browsing the chop-socky epics and visibly eavesdropping.
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