Little Children Page #3

making.

Hey, pervert!

Yeah, you,

you pervert!

You like little

boys, do you?

- Larry?

- Yes, it's f***ing Larry!

Jesus, man, don't

even joke about that.

What are you doing?

Are you busy?

Uh, actually I'm

supposed to be studying.

Taking the bar exam

next month.

I thought you

did that last year.

Yeah.

See how well I did?

I got a better idea.

Get in.

Come on. Come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on.

Do you mind holding these?

Try to keep them nice.

Oh, uh...

are you, uh, part

of the committee?

I am the committee.

Wow.

That's-- that's

quite a commitment.

Yeah.

Aren't you full time

on the force already?

Yeah, I'm-- I'm taking

a little time off.

You know what

they should do to this bastard?

Just castrate him.

You know, pfft!

Get it over with,

right?

Yeah.

You look good.

You've been, uh,

working out?

Uh, just push-ups,

crunches...

a little light running.

The guys are

gonna love this.

What guys?

Wow, this is something.

Yeah, it's pretty,

but doesn't have a lot of give.

It's like

playing on cement.

Hey, hold on

a second.

Duane, I've really gotta talk

to you about the committee.

I mean, it would mean a lot to have

your support on this thing.

I told you already, Larry, none of us

are gonna get involved in that sh*t.

We're here to play ball. If that's your

thing, fine, but leave us out of it.

Okay okay, fine.

I get it, I get it, I get it. Guys!

Bring it in!

Come on, come on,

hustle up!

I want you all to meet

our new quarterback.

- Quarterback?

- Guy better not be a p*ssy.

He played in college.

Uh, I'm a little

behind the curve.

Who are you guys?

- We're the Guardians!

- We're cops.

Welcome to the Tri-County

touch football night league.

Let's just work on some

simple pass patterns.

Brad waited for his

good sense to kick in.

There were lots of excuses

available to him.

But it felt so good to be standing here

beneath the bright lights.

And he was filled

with a feeling similar to the one

he'd had right

before kissing Sarah,

like his world had

cracked open

to reveal a thrilling

new possibility.

Okay, just let me

warm up a little.

All right! Let's go!

Set, hut!

What the f***?

That's a late hit!

This ain't

Pop Warner, ace.

You f***ing f*ggot.

You call yourself a quarterback?

Oh, this isn't me.

What are you doing?

What is that?

What's that for?

I want the scumbag

to know I'm keeping an eye on him.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, uh...

I don't think we want

to be here, Larry.

It's not a question

of want.

Joanie thinks I'm

obsessed with this creep.

She thinks if I had a job, I wouldn't

be driving past his house

five, six times a day.

But you know what?

I kinda think

this is my job.

There's a roll of duct tape

in the glove compartment.

Would you grab it for me?

Honey?

Hi!

Where were you?

Oh my God.

What happened?

I-- I-- I joined

this group.

The Committee

for Concerned Parents.

We're distributing flyers about

that creep on Woodward Court.

These guys play a little

touch football after.

This late?

Uh, it's a night league.

So it's gonna be

a regular thing?

No no no no,

just once a week,

after I'm done

studying at the library.

Is that okay?

Uh, who are the guys?

You remember

Larry Hedges?

The guy from the Sprinkler

Park with the twins?

It's his organization.

I thought you

didn't like him.

He's okay.

This committee makes a

lot of sense. I mean it's--

it's pretty scary having

a weirdo like that

living right

by the playground.

Mmm.

I know.

I hate to even

think about it.

Guess you'd better

take a shower.

Brad showered quickly,

sensing a rare opportunity

to have sex with his wife.

"This is just what I need,"

he thought.

"Something to take

my mind off that kiss."

Please don't.

Come on, Kathy, we've

been through this before.

He needs to start

sleeping by himself.

I know.

He looks so comfy.

Well, he'll be just

as comfy in his own bed.

I just miss

him so much.

I'm getting a little tired waking up

with his foot in my face.

It's a perfect foot.

Look at him.

Just look at him.

He's a handsome devil.

Mmm, he's perfect.

Good night.

Number 2 Hillcrest

was an impressive

piece of real estate.

Even so,

Sarah was ambivalent

about the house

she occupied.

She wasn't involved

with its purchase or design.

The place was a hand-me-down of sorts

from Richard's mother.

And the furnishings

were leftovers from his first marriage.

By the time

Sarah arrived here

Richard wasn't all that

interested in redecorating.

And so she decided

to leave it as it was,

with the exception of a single room

that she staked out for her own

and gradually began

to populate it

with the remnants

of her former self.

From the moment

Lucy was born

Sarah had refused to hire

someone for child care.

Read me a story?

In a minute,

okay?

- Can I sit on your lap?

- I said in a minute!

Go finish your

program, go.

She wasn't exactly sure

why she had taken this stance.

The truth was she spent

most afternoons marking time,

waiting desperately for the moment

when her husband returned from work

and she could finally

have a moment to herself.

But even this was not

something she could rely on.

You're ready to roll?

Could you wait

a few minutes?

I'm sorry, Richard's barricaded

in the upstairs office

- finishing some stuff for work.

- No problem.

I've got a little surprise

for someone anyway.

She's a terror at night.

I couldn't get her to nap again.

- Oh, the poor thing.

- Poor mom is more like it.

Hello.

Is there a cute little

girl in the house?

Oh, my goodness!

What--

what have I found?

- A beanie.

- Oh, a beanie.

Jean, you didn't

need to to that.

Oh, this little dog needed

a girl to take care of him.

And I know a little girl

who needed a dog.

Let me see.

Sarah was beginning

to get angry.

Her evening fitness walk

was the one thing

she looked forward to all day,

and Richard knew this.

But if there was one thing

life had taught Richard,

it was that it was

ridiculous

to be at war

with your own desires.

He could easily imagine what people

would say if they could see him now--

Exactly the same thing they'd

say if someone had told them

that Ray from next door

was a transvestite,

or that Ted from work

had anonymous gay sex

at highway rest stops.

"But we want what we want,"

Richard thought,

"and there's not much

we can do about it."

He had stumbled

on the site 11 months ago

while doing research

for a consulting firm.

His office door

was wide open.

But he clicked

on the link anyway.

He was deeply engrossed

in his discovery

when Ted knocked

on his door.

I'm taking lunch orders.

You want something?

Casually, but with great haste

Richard banished Slutty Kay

from his screen...

Uh, yeah, I'll have

a chicken Caesar.

...and reentered the flow

of an ordinary day.

It wasn't until

several months later

that Richard gave the slightest thought

to the site he had stumbled upon.

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