I did not know what to do.I did not know what to do. I wanted Rafael back. I wanted the beautiful alive and sexy boy that had been swimming with just hours earlier. I touched his legs and rubbed the smooth flesh gently. Between his thighs his little bruised penis poked out above the tiny blackened lump of his scrotum. "Rafael," I said loudly, trying to penetrate the barrier that he had set before me. There was no response. I lifted my hand and caressed his soft hair. "Rafael I love you," I whispered. The boy whimpered. "Raf, listen to me. I'm here with you. Please talk to me. Please?" I implored. Lovingly I lifted his head up so that he faced me. His eyes were glassy and he stared straight ahead, not focusing on anything. "Raf, Please?" I begged. "Raf, Listen to me,... Please?" I was scared. I was frightened that I was losing the boy and that he was slipping away into the peace he had found somewhere else. He was going mad. I shook him gently. Then a little harder and then harder again. |