Roger's meaty palm surrounds you as he moves you quickly. Faint light peers through the gaps between his fingers. Suddenly his fingers shift as he squeezes you between his pointer finger and thumb, and you can see that, the now shirtless, Roger is dangling you in front of his armpit. The hairy patch of skin looks like a sideways jungle to you, and you can practically feel the sweat on your skin. Roger shoves you face first into it before you can even protest. Roger twists you around until you are tangled in the wiry hairs. You'd thought you knew what sweat smelled like before, but this is like every locker room you've ever been in times 100. The air around you is purely Roger's musk. His sweat covers your body, soaking your clothes and making the scent cling to you. Your view shifts as Roger reaches to put his shirt on. His arm closes in on you, trapping you in the dark with only the smell of Roger's sweat. As Roger sits down at the table, your can hear the muffled voice of your father ask, "Where's Alan?"
"Oh, I think he went out with some friends or something.", Roger replies, "I think he was going to stay at their house for a few days."
You try to shout out to your parents, but all you really accomplish is filling your mouth with Roger's sweat.
"I guess that's okay, but he really should have asked", your father says as your mother and he set dinner on the table. As your mom sits down to Roger, she comments, "Sweetheart, you really need to start showering at the locker room after games, you stink. You need to shower right after dinner."
"Don't worry Mom, I'll take care of it."
After dinner Roger goes up to his room and...
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