His belt buckle seemed to be twice the size of Mikey’s head, and the hem of his undershirt was caught in the fly of his dark pants.
Pierce wore a dingy wifebeater beneath a half-buttoned, dark blue work shirt. That was rude of me.” I had looked up, surprised, but someone behind Mikey caught my eye and my gaze continued to travel past the kid to the imposing man who stood behind him. When the teacher made him apologize, he stared at his sneakers and mumbled, “Sorry.” It was only later, when we were leaving for the day, that he approached me at the coat rack and sounded a little more sincere when he added in a breathless rush, “I’m sorry I pushed you off the swing. I’d known Mikey since kindergarten, when he pushed me off the swing set on the school playground and had to sit in time-out for the rest of recess. Mikey didn’t know it, of course, and neither did Mr. The first man I ever fell in love with was my best friend’s dad. Published in the United States of America. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Snyder ISBN 978-1-93575-315-5Ĭover Photo Credit: fotum Used under a Standard Royalty-Free License. Visit for more information.Ĭopyright 2010 J.M. Published by JMS Books LLC This story is included in the print book Eight by J.M.