e corner of the room like a fruit bat. He was grinning as he made his way around the bed towards Cha

n once breaking from his musing and proverbial busin

is voice was just as pu

brushed the sleeves of his shirt, the silk making a swish as if he meant to get rid of stubborn dirt. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and traced his fingers to the sleeve buttons with the tips of his fin

sharing this inadequate space for the next four months. And since you're black, I'm sure you understand the principles of territory and turf, tracing your history through th

mouth, a defense in mind but the sternness on C

side of the room,' he drew an invisible line in front of him in illustration. He continued, 'I do not want to hear any loud music. No singing, no protests, no...' He wanted t

gly, Myle

anything he had said. He felt lik

g, glittering, flawless teeth. His black, dotted eyes danced vigor

until cornered, then it would take your thumb. But Chad breathed in deep, searching for a bit of composure from wi

and why I do it is not your concern as long as it do

ft in his own shame. The boy's suit did not even look expensive. Maybe a hundred or two on loan. Chad's, on the other hand was a fifteen-hundred-dollar Tommy Hilfiger. A real man's formal wear. One-thousand-dollar black and brown Versace formal shoes, but the kid was only wearing fifty-dollar brandless moccasins. Chad desperately ploughed throug

r". He wasn't even convinced that Myles would agree to "sir" either. And he wasn't ready for the kid to stir up his emotions again. He sat at the foot o

opes for a handshake from Chad seemed to hav

alling you. Myles Black.' Chad

d already laid his blankets. A minute elapse

unt was thinking. He wanted to curse the little bastard into his blankets or into the corner

y. Myles said, 'So...

face turned to the ceiling.

ramme are

e but that would have been unreal