Apparently, the awards banquet would be starting soon. Dozens of young men started to stream in. Originally, Chad couldn't imagine being entirely eaten by Mulgrew's football team, but with obvious Frosh, Soph and JV football teams represented at the banquet, Chad had a sinking feeling he'd be nothing but crumbs before the night was over. He recognized some of the guy who came up to admire the trophies and the cake.
Kerry LaMonde laughed and picked up a trophy, "I'm sure to win this one!" He set it back down next to the cake, and surreptitiously ran his index finger through Chad's frosting on the side of the cake.
Aaaaaaah! Chad would have trembled if he could have. That finger skimming his frosting was so erotic. Did Kerry know it was Chad? He didn't let on. He just licked his finger, and mumbled something about it being the best cake ever. Chad had tried to scream, but no one could hear. He couldn't hear any sounds emanating from him at all. Whoever heard of a cake screaming? Damn, he noticed the big knife. They'd slice the cake. They'd slice him. If he was so sensitive to a finger, how would a knife feel. He was going to be cut into hundreds of pieces. The young men and boys sat down at the round tables filling the hall. Someone was at the podium speaking. It was probably a coach.