"Take 'em off", the man ordered."Take 'em off", the man ordered. Rafael looked at Luis uncertainly. "Huh?" "Take your fuckin' pants off," he ordered. "I,... I,... don't," Rafael stammered nervously. He looked back over his shoulder at the boys sitting behind them. "They don't give a shit. Take 'em off," Luis repeated. Slowly Rafael's hands moved to his waist and he unfastened his belt and opened his zipper. He straightened out on the seat and braced his body by pushing back into the chair with his legs against the bottom of the seat. He lifted his buttocks up and pushed his shorts downward, almost to his knees. He relaxed back into the seat, sitting in his underpants. "I said take 'em fuckin' off. Right off. Not half-the-fuckin- way-off. Your underpants too, damn it." Luis said angrily. Rafael shivered, half in fear, half in excitement. The idea of being naked in front of the man and the three other boys as they drove though downtown Palm Beach was incredibly exciting. He straightened in the seat again. This time the boy tugged his underpants downward to his pants. Then as he settled back in the seat, Rafael pushed his shorts and underpants all the way to the floor. |