Anything He wants
I may not be able to talk, but I don't think I would say anything that might change what's about to go down.
When they get close enough, the boy with the blonde hair speaks, “Oy!” he shouts, like a dockworker calling for attention.
Both boys are bare-chested, thin, and pale, a contrast to my golden yellow skin. They have minimal muscle, built more like track stars than anything. One blonde, the other black-haired, they close with swagger, probably hopped up on adrenaline and eroticism. They couldn't be much older than eighteen each, probably freshly out of high school. I look over at my stepdad and he nods at the boys, waiting for them to say something.
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