Running along the bike path around Lake Hopkins, Timothy Greene watched the boy in front of him with avid interest. The sight was entrancing, hypnotizing. Alan Frazer, his closest friend for all the eighteen years of their lives, had always been the bigger and stronger, and today, as usual, he was setting the pace.
Alan’s straight golden-blond hair flopped up and down with each stride. The back of his tank top‘ showed a darkened area of sweat in the humid August morning. Sunlight filtering through the leaves along the tree-lined . path occasionally sparkled in the scant hair on Alan’s fair-skinned legs. The mounds of flesh that filled his raspberry-colored running shorts shifted alternately from side to side as though they, were a fluid…