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“The shoes look good on you, boy. C'mon, I’ll pay for them and then we can go.”
“But, sir. I need my clothes back.”
“Why, boy? You look fine.”
“But I’m naked, sir.”
“So what? You're naked all the time at home.”
“But we’re in public, sir. I could get arrested for indecent exposure, sir.”
“I don’t see why that would happen, boy. You look way better than ‘decent’ naked. In fact, I think you look great when you’re naked.”
“Sir, this isn’t a joke. They could arrest me and throw me in jail.”
“Well, I suppose they could. And that would be pretty bad for a boy like you - young, good looking, naked - that would be like throwing fresh meat into a pool of piranhas. They'd eat you alive, boy. They'd eat you alive. So you better be fast, boy, and make sure the cops don’t catch you. I hate to think what a cell full of cons would do to a boy like you - particularly a naked boy like you.”
“Please, sir. Please, sir. Don't make me do this, sir.”
“Boy, I’m not making you do anything. If you want, you can just stand around here, flaunting your naked body, and wait for the cops to arrest you. Or you can at least try to make it home. The choice is yours. It's only about four miles away and it’s a beautiful day today, nice and sunny, a great day for a run. Either way, boy, if I were you, I’d make my decision soon. I'm sure somebody’s already called the police on you. Anyway, I’m outta here. See you at home, boy. Or not.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
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“The shoes look good on you, boy. C'mon, I’ll pay for them and then we can go.”
“But, sir. I need my clothes back.”
“Why, boy? You look fine.”
“But I’m naked, sir.”
“So what? You're naked all the time at home.”
“But we’re in public, sir. I could get arrested for indecent exposure, sir.”
“I don’t see why that would happen, boy. You look way better than ‘decent’ naked. In fact, I think you look great when you’re naked.”
“Sir, this isn’t a joke. They could arrest me and throw me in jail.”
“Well, I suppose they could. And that would be pretty bad for a boy like you - young, good looking, naked - that would be like throwing fresh meat into a pool of piranhas. They'd eat you alive, boy. They'd eat you alive. So you better be fast, boy, and make sure the cops don’t catch you. I hate to think what a cell full of cons would do to a boy like you - particularly a naked boy like you.”
“Please, sir. Please, sir. Don't make me do this, sir.”
“Boy, I’m not making you do anything. If you want, you can just stand around here, flaunting your naked body, and wait for the cops to arrest you. Or you can at least try to make it home. The choice is yours. It's only about four miles away and it’s a beautiful day today, nice and sunny, a great day for a run. Either way, boy, if I were you, I’d make my decision soon. I'm sure somebody’s already called the police on you. Anyway, I’m outta here. See you at home, boy. Or not.”
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”