The door opened just enough to let me slip through, and, stepping inside, I found myself cornered by three girls. One of them was Risa. I didn't know ...he other two, but they were as beautiful as she was, in their adolescent way, and just as aggressive.Risa closed the front door and furtively locked it again."How much is it?" she said. She had a talent for making the simplest question sound like a sneer."A dollar ten," I said. (Unlike Mindy's parents, Risa's also took the Sunday edition.) Risa. A few minutes later, as the bus passed that cute little Lebanese place that she promised herself that she was going to try one day but after three years of riding past it every day still hadn't, Heather felt something on her knee. She glanced down but there was nothing to see other than the stonewash jeans she had changed into before walking to the bus stop.Heather returned her gaze to the window and the second she did so she once again felt something on her knee, but it wasn't just something. "Don rubbed the boy's belly, he liked the feel of the tight muscles under the soft skin. After a few minutes, he said, "Okay, dump it out."Brian sat on the toilet. He hoped that Don would at least turn away. He had never shitted in front of anyone, and wanted privacy at least in this act.Don watched him a second, and laughed. "Boy, go ahead and dump it. I'm gonna have my dick up there shortly, you ain't got nothing to hide from me."With total shame, total embarrassment, Brian forced the water. On the other hand, I simply could not stand. A litter was brought out, and I was carried to the surgery.The quack who examined me agreed with my assessment. The only real problem with me was the pain from the wound. It was not really serious, just painful as hell. All I needed was about a week of bed rest, and the wound would disappear without further damage.Invictus was in a lot worse shape, though, with the loss of those two fingers. Actually, once the wounds healed, he would probably be able.