The pool table itself was well lit from the bank of lights that dangled above it, and the rest of the room was completely dark except for an old, beat-up papasan chair not far from the table. As the basement was strewn with a lot of random junk, I assumed the bulk of the festivities would take place on or near the table.My hands also found what turned out to be her dad’s largely unused set of golf clubs. My guess was that I wouldn’t need to interrupt a safe word violation, but if I did have to step in I’d probably need some kind of weapon to threaten two guys who were bigger than me.At long last I heard the basement door open and footsteps on the stairs. The trio came into the light, Annie in the lead followed by the familiar guy and then the guy I didn’t know. The new guy looked even taller and stronger than his friend. I knew the original one was on the football team at his school. The new arrival must have been one of his teammates.When she shut me in the closet, Annie had been. And I've got a lot to tell you as well."Then I picked up the front of my shirt, lifting it to my nose and sniffing it for the sweaty, grimy smell I knew would be there. "Let's get me cleaned up first."Dawn giggled. "Can I help?"Dawn was more afraid to be further than a couple of feet apart from me than she was feeling frisky. She sat on the toilet outside the shower, watching me through the plain, clear glass as I soaped away the travel grime. I showered quickly and then stepped out. Dawn's mom had set out a comfortable pair of Jack's sweat pants and a T-shirt for me.After I dressed and Dawn had freshened up as well, we headed downstairs where breakfast was cooking. Deanna Evans looked up at us with a smile and gestured to the breakfast table. Jack and DJ were already seated.I sat down beside Dawn's father and immediately turned to him, all business on my mind. "Where is he?" Who?" he asked."The fucker that did this?" I growled. Dawn's dad winced at my language but I didn't care. My.
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