Keith Owen, towel boy for the Wild Hogs was in the locker room. The big boys had yet to come in. He was always a little excited to see them come in from a game or practice. They were usually in a good mood, because they won a lot. He would go around collecting shirts and shorts, towels and jocks. It wasn’t a glamorous job but he liked it, and they liked him—sort of.
Keith was tiny compared to them and that often made him the butt of the locker-room jokes. Truth be told he didn’t mind it. He liked being manhandled by stronger bigger men, and he would sometimes go out of his way to encourage it.
Today he was in a rare mood and felt like poking one of the Hogs. Just his luck _______ looked primed for some poking
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