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guys’ faces, that’s exactly where they wanted it to go. All of them had beers in their hands and there were crates more on the floor. It really was like a frat party, only with unlimited access to alcohol--no fake IDs needed here. And my wife seemed to have been lined up by Brad as the entertainment.
    I had to get in there. I had to stop this!
    There was no way in on that side of the house. I ran around to the other side and, to my relief, I found a small open window. It was frosted glass, so I guessed it was a bathroom. There was no way that one of the jocks could have fitted through it, but I managed to squeeze through. There are some advantages to being small, I thought triumphantly.
    I wriggled through headfirst and discovered I was indeed in a small bathroom. I was coming out right above the toilet...and there was nowhere to grab onto. I leaned down further and further, teetering with my groin on the window ledge, my stiff cock rubbing against the sill. With no choice, I planted my hands on the rim of the toilet to take my weight, and scrambled through with my legs.
    It was an awkward maneuver made worse by my panic. As my feet skittered inside I tried to jump down to the floor, but my feet splashed down into the toilet bowl. Eww! Thankfully, the last person had flushed.
    Just as I crouched there, catching my breath and trying to get to my feet, the door opened. It was Antonio, the Latino guy from outside. Shit! “Greg!” he shouted over his shoulder.
    The black guy I’d seen before barged in behind him. Greg-- yeah, that was his name. When he hadn’t been playing football, he’d DJed a lot of the college parties.
    Antonio hauled me out, grimacing at my dripped foot. “What the fuck, Louis?” he asked. “Now we gotta kick your ass.” Greg grabbed my other arm and they trooped me through the hallway. No! I was going to be taken outside and beaten up...and my wife was going to wind up doing God-knows-what with the frat guys.
    As we passed an open doorway, I saw her again. Brad was still behind her with his arms around her, but now Rick was in front of her. His hand was raised to her cheek, turning her gently to face him, and he was leaning in to kiss her. And from the way she was lifting her head to him and closing her eyes, she wanted it. I could see Brad smiling behind her, enjoying the scene. God, was this what it had been like at college--had he shared her with his buddies?!
    “Kim!” I yelled as the two guys dragged me past. But she gave no sign of having heard. And then we were at the front door--
    “Wait.” Brad’s voice from behind us. Antonio and Greg obediently reversed course and dragged me back to the living room doorway.
    “Louis,” said Brad with great satisfaction. He let go of Kim and gently pushed her forward, towards Rick. “Come join the party.”
    Antonio looked confused. “For real? You want Louis here?”
    Brad grinned. He stepped up close to me, out of earshot of Kim, and slapped me hard on the shoulder. “He’s Kim’s husband.”
    Greg’s jaw dropped. “You’re shittin’ me! Him?!” His eyes flicked between me and Kim. She was kissing Rick, now, her arms around his waist. She didn’t seem to even know we were there.
    “He brought her here tonight,” Brad told them, “to show us how great he was. Showing her off like a sports car.”
    Antonio shook his head. “That’s a shitty way to treat a woman,” he said.
    Greg nodded soberly. “If I had a woman like that, no way would I treat her like a fucking possession.”
    I knew they were mocking me. I remembered how these guys had talked about women, back at college, how they’d used and dumped their girlfriends. Hell, that’s how I’d wound up with Kim in the first place, because Brad had dumped her yet again...unless he’d been serious about Kim lying about that part.
    And yet, even as they mocked me, I knew they were at least partially right. I’d tried to lord it over my former bullies and the whole thing had