The boy seemed disturbed later about something and did not want to get up right away or
turn on the light to reveal what was in his face hatred for this queer and the ugly thing he had let himself do but went on laying there with his arm lightly across the other while he thought his terrible thoughts of God's hidden judgment and guilt over what his father and his sister would think if they knew and if the police caught him what they would do to him besides being
a queer or almost as bad as one letting things like this happen and could he ever be clean again after
having given himself to this man?
The man sleeping beside him did not know
that the boy was no longer
resting at his side but had begun to edge away and silently got out of the bed and feeling for his pants and shirt in the dark
carefully dressed himself and wondered what time it was and if he would be able to get away without making any noise?
one
The man rolled over and asked the dark what destiny it had in store for him as sweet as what he had shared with the boy who stood with a sudden cold chill in his stomach that what if he met him again on the streets somewhere
or coming out of a movie and he pointed
his finger at him and told people that was him
the one who came home with me and did
things that no one would ever believe but suppose
they did believe and looked at him with
anger in their eyes for his being one of their kind now letting his body
become spotted and striped like an
animal's body that gives itself to any pleasure
without caring about laws or society
but living free in the jungle of its own desires
doing what it pleases not what people
want just an animal they would kick him and tear at him
with stiff hard-knuckled hands hitting him
all over in the back and in the face
hurting him more than he had ever been
hurt before because he was no longer one of them
but a queer who had let a man
do things to him and deserved to be
beaten and killed
like dirt like something dirty
for being the kind of thing he was ready to become.
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