A Walk in the Park
Now, he moaned deep in his throat, then took his hand away. He didn’t want to get too excited too soon. He eased the knife out of his belt, watching the blade shine in the low light. Only a few minutes later, he heard footsteps and pushed himself further back against the tree, holding his breath. It was him. A slim, dark-haired teenager wandered out of the shadows to stop by the side of the river, looking out over the water. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. Keith had been trailing...