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excitement had escalated to ecstasy.
                  “Here you go,” he said, handing me the steaming cup. “Whoa, it sure is cold out here. Let’s get out of this wind.”
                  “Where?”
                  “Uh, maybe over there.” Greg pointed to the equipment shed behind the bleachers. I felt warmer already when he gently touched my back and led me toward the small wooden building.
                  Greg took a quick look around before we stepped inside . The equipment shed was considered off limits, which made being there more exciting. The f loodlights provided a dim yellow haze through the side window. I felt adventurous like the lovely Nikky hiding in a dark cave with Mark in The Moonspinners .
                  Greg look ed at the floor. “It’s kinda dirty. Do you want to sit on your coat?”
                  “Sure.”
                  Greg gallantly removed my coat and made a place for me to sit. I already felt like his girlfriend. “There you go. How’s that?”
                  “Good, thanks.”
                  Greg stood by the window and looked outside. “I saw your sister out there on the court. She’s pretty, but you’re prettier than her.”
                  I was so flattered that I nearly choked on the hot chocolate. “For real?”
                  “Oh, for sure. You’re taller than her. I like tall girls.”
                  Greg stayed by the window. He was probably nervous, like me. I tr ied to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind. The hot chocolate was gone, and I set the cup next to my coat spread across the concrete. Greg nodded, walked over, and sat beside me.
    “Ooo, this is better. You feel warm,” he said, as he wrapped his arm around me and snuggled in closer.
                  “You cold?” he asked.
                  “I’m okay.”
                  “You scared?” he asked.
                  His face was so close to mine. I fel t myself getting lost in his acne-free complexion and dark, shaggy hair falling over one eye . He’s so cute! I thought.
    I exhaled a nervous laugh. “Should I be?”
    Greg grabbed on my chin, and said, “Not with me.”
    He kissed me while leaning me back onto the floor. I just let go and relaxed as his hands moved over my body. This is much better than watching the game in the freezing wind . Then his cold hand reached into my loose fitting hip-huggers. His closed lips were pressed hard against mine. I starte d to squirm and push him away.
    Greg backed off, smiled, and said, “Take it easy. Just warming my hands. Feels good.”
    He slid one hand under my bra and lowered my hip-huggers with the other hand. The bra clasp broke, and he removed the hand in my pants.
    “Oops, sorry about that.”
    “That’s okay, but I…”
    Greg smiled. He pressed the heel of his free hand over my mouth. I felt a hard jab. My eyes popped wide from the pain. I cried out, but the only sound I heard was “mum—mum .” Pinned underneath him, I squirmed harder and gasped for air. His fingers clawed at my open eyes as he pounded m y back into the concrete floor.
    I cut my eyes toward the light streaming through the open door. I moaned louder, hoping that the four shadows standing in the doorway would make him stop . The door closed behind them.
    Someone said, “Hey Man, what’s going on in here?”
    Greg groaned loudly, and said, “I’m done.”
    Greg climbed off me , but kept his hand pressed against my face. I swung my fist and grabbed his hair as it made contact with his head. As my feet scrambled to get up, another boy pushed my legs down. The big boy’s bare belly was hanging over me.
    He snarled as he tore my hand away from Greg’s hair. “Whoa, whoa, settle down now. You was a lot nicer when you was huggin’ on that niggra girl.”
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