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Mario thought he’d better answer something. Play
it dumb. “Tired after that long trip.”

“Maybe he’d like 2 massage.”

“Yeah, that’s what he needs. A massage, don’t
you kid?”’

Mario’s voice was thm He could feel beads of
persplratlon covering his face. “Aw, let’s go to sleep,
fellows.”

“Let’s go to sleep fellows. Now ain’t that sweet?
Without massaging that pretty little bottom of
. yours.”

Mario could hear three figures slipping out of
their bunks and slowly coming toward him. He put
his hand over his mouth to keep from screaming.

It didn’t take two seconds. As though it were a
well rehearsed movement by a team of experts. A
hand covered his mouth. Two strong arms seized
him and threw him to the floor. Quickly his face was
buried in the hard floor while strong hands held his
arms and legs pinned. In the quick movements that
had switched him to this position his shorts had
been taken off.

He could feel a grimy hand on his bare backside.
He shuddered. His body shook with fear. Tears
welled in his eyes. Suddenly he could feel an awful
pain. Worse and worse it grew as the man above