"Raf,."Raf,... did you ever do that stuff? In Davis?" "Uh? Oh,... I didn't but lots of kids did. Even the little kids sometimes. I think it happens more here though." Rafael turned onto his back trying to shut out the sound coming from the next room. It seemed to be getting louder, and faster. "What do you think they're doing?" he asked. Grant giggled, "Havin' sex of course. That's what they all do after the lights are out." Rafael smiled, curiously fascinated by the idea of 'sex', though he had no understanding other than a faint memory from when he was younger, a lot younger. A memory of a man whose face he could not remember. The man had touched his body and made his 'pee-pee' feel extra nice. In fact, the man had touched him all over after he had taken off the boy's clothes. Rafael couldn't remember who the man was. All he could remember was the man's hair, thick dark hair that spread over the man's chest and belly. He swallowed, putting his arms back behind his head, stretching his narrow chest. The buttons on his pajama top were undone and the cloth fell away to either side of his chest. With his eyes now accustomed to the dim light he could see the ripples in his skin made by the indentations of his ribs. The white sheet covered his belly from his navel down. Against the white of the sheet, the young boy was nearly black. He glanced across the room and was just able to make out his friend's curled-up body. Grant's buttocks faced toward Rafael's bed. The sheet seemed to be shivering with little jerking motions that made the cotton quiver. "Grant?" he asked curiously. "Yeah?" "Nothin'," Rafael sighed. The quivering stopped and Grant twisted onto his other side so that he faced toward Rafael. "Raf,... You promise you won't get mad if I ask you something?" "Uh,... I guess not. What's up doc?" Rafael whispered. |