feren the field. When they fihe group ambled towards Ken' s position at the edge of the field. The boys identified themselves as fans and asked Ken if he' d give them a few baseball pointers. Ken happily obliged, showing them how the big boys played the game.
" Way t' go JT! Let' im chew on my stinky sock awhile!"
" Hey Theo, run downstairs ahe duct tape!" Marc urged his brother.
" I suppose you' re wandering what we' re gonna do to ya, dude!" Sean leered down at Ken' s helpless form, noting the fact that his b
The poster hung on the wall, tered right over the head of Marc' s four poster bed. Ken stretched over the edge of the bed and autographed the poster. He' d just started thten back up when the boys piled on his back, pushing him face down on the bed. His attempts to free himself from the boy' s clutches were hopelessly futile. Their bined weight and the web like jumble of their arms and legs held him pio the bed. He felt someone a belt around his ankles, pulling it tight to bind his legs together. Someone did the same to his wrists.
The boys had decided that Marc would bait their trap, a task he aplished with a request. " Hey bro, I gotta poster of ya in my bedroom. Could ya sign it fo me?"
Ken heard the sound of feet desding the stairs and moments later heard the p of Theo' s return. He ulled onto his bad as he opened his mouth to protest his treatment, Jerome stuffed one of Marc' s dirty sweat socks in it, muffling his indignant cries.
Ken agreed to autograph Marc' s poster and apahe boys to the house, entering Marc' s bedroom. The poster was a blown up version of an image Marc had downloaded from the I and showed Junior standing in his blue Mariners jersey and white uniform pants. One of his arms hung at his side while he held the other up in front of himself with his mitt on. Ke a slight flush of embarrassment as his attention focused on the way a very noticeable lump protruded down one leg from his groin.