The Most Dangerous Game
The boy tied to the frame seemed to have sensitive nipples. Certainly, when the giggling girls in blue polo shirts started tugging at them, his bucking increased dramatically. I poked my head around from the other side, annoyed. "Could you guys cool it a minute? I'm trying to read." "Sorry, Mr. Tesla," one girl said. When there's a new visitor on Nantahack Island, word does seem to get out. "Please call me Vinnie," I said. "Only telemarketers and my old history prof call me Mr....