Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual even...s or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story GalleyTo support this, and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://www.tomcup.com ***********************************************************************Loved by JoeyBy Tom CupShort Story"Please," Joey whined."Here you can have my. She gave Clarence an unexpected kiss on the cheek."As a reward for such good work, and to make up a little for thedetainment and search you endured. Why don't you take me to dinnertonight," she said picking up her purse and briefcase. She knew hewould jump at the offer."Sounds good. I'll pick you up at...." No, I will call you, and we can make arrangements from there. Now Ihave to go watch people be degraded in the name of justice," she saidgiving him a wink as she left the. Then, after another glass of wine, he got up and suggested we move through to my bedroom.When he removed his tracksuit top I got a good look at Boris’ muscular arms. In a nonchalant way, he then told me to strip and get on my bed.“Naked?” I asked, somewhat aghast.“Well… you can leave your underpants on if you’re shy,” he answered with a challenging smile.Having been dared so blatantly I sheepishly undressed and stood awaiting my next instruction.Boris then removed his tracksuit pants and. "It's as good a guess as any," I replied, feeling a swell of anger risingin me. "We need to find out who he is and what he wished for." And who his partner in magical crime was," Tracy added."Well, we can do one of those now," Charlie suggested, pointing toward thereference section. "I'm pretty sure there's a year book or two on theshelf. Just look up all the Peters who were sophomores last year."He walked over to the shelves while Tracy and I sat down at one of thetables. A trio of younger.