He raised his eyebrows slightly as he spoke.He raised his eyebrows slightly as he spoke. "Edwards says you're something special," he said quietly. "I bet you are." Rafael gave him his disarming smile again and turned his little-boy charm on as he pretended innocence. He shrugged. "Yeah, I like Mr. Edwards a lot too. He really takes care of me." It took nearly an hour to get to the stadium. It was a long drive through heavy traffic that got worse as they neared downtown. As soon as the car was parked they went to find their seats, front row, bleachers. Rafael nearly 'peed' his pants. He couldn't wait to tell Cal. Mr. Baker bought him a large Coke and they settled back to watch the game. An hour passed and Rafael felt a pressing need to go to the bathroom. "I gotta go to the 'john'," he grinned at the man next to him. "Must be all that Coke I had." Mr. Baker smiled back at him. "You aren't the only one. I guess we better go, huh? The game seems pretty slow right now." They stood up and made their way back up the aisle and onto the main concourse. More than a few heads turned to watch the beautiful dark-haired boy as he followed the older man. Rafael was still too young to notice that he was the center of attention. He was still too innocent to realize the lust in mens' eyes, and a few women as well. However, Mr. Baker noticed the casual glances that lingered on the boy and the heads that swivelled with admiring stares. Rafael caught up as they came onto the concourse and walked beside Mr. Baker towards the toilets. The boy felt proud inside as he pretended that Mr. Baker was his 'father'. He wished only that Mr. Baker was just a bit younger, though he was still incredibly happy despite it. He hoped that Mr. Baker would 'adopt' him. The toilets were empty and they went down the row of urinals to about halfway before they stopped, side by side. To a casual observer they were just like any ten-year-old boy and his father, or grandfather. Mr. Baker opened his zipper at the same time as Rafael. |