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I gently toyed with her nipple, which immediately grew stiff.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled.

“It’s a parting fondle.”

“Time to go back to my room?”

I grinned. “I don’t want you to either. But rules are rules. Besides, if your dad caught us…”

She snuggled deeper in my arms. “Just a few more minutes? Then I’ll go.”

I woke up with a gun to my head.

I opened my eyes and blinked in the glare from the overhead light.

“Don’t fucking move,” Rich said.

My eyes slowly shifted to the gun, a big, black automatic. My skin prickled as adrenaline flooded my system.

Christy came awake but didn’t move. She must have heard Rich’s voice and felt me tense.

“Wake up, Birdy,” he told her.

She opened her eyes. They went wide when she saw the gun.

“Get out of there, Birdy. Now.”

“Rich, what’re you doing?” She slid her hand back.

I couldn’t believe it when she grabbed my rapidly shrinking manhood. At first I thought she was fondling me, but instead she tucked it into my boxers.

“Get the hell out of there, Birdy.

Someone opened the door to the house. Terry’s voice said, “Ready to go?

Whoa! Rich? What’s the situation?”

“Yeah, Rich, what the hell?” Danny was awake too, and just as confused.

Rich pulled back the covers and yanked Christy up by the arm.

“Ow! Rich, you’re hurting me!”

I felt an irrational surge of anger.

“Get up, you little shit stain,” he snarled at me.

I leapt to my feet as my emotions coalesced to a white-hot point.

He stepped back and leveled the gun at my chest.

I moved toward him, bent on murder.

“Rich, what the hell are you doing?” Terry said.

Danny stood. “Yeah, Rich, what’re you thinking?”

“Rich, don’t hurt him,” Christy pleaded.

“Shut up!” His eyes snapped back to me. “Move again and you’re dead.”

“Yeah?” he said. “You think you’re tough?”

“Rich,” Danny said slowly, “don’t do anything stupid.”

My field of vision blurred at the edges as I concentrated on Rich. I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. All I needed was a small distraction to get inside his guard.

Rich thumbed off the pistol’s safety.

Danny and Terry both shouted, but Rich and I were totally focused on each other.

“Do it, you chickenshit bastard,” I taunted.

“You think I won’t?” He gripped the pistol tighter but didn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he stepped in and hit me hard in the head with the butt of the grip.

Light exploded behind my eyes as I fell to my hands and knees.