Max sits there trembling, his hand tightly enclosed in his mother's

When the man tells them to drink their wine, he watches his mother swallow the contents of the glass and quickly follows suit. It almost makes him choke as he feels the burning liquid slide down his throat.

Gasping, he puts the glass on the floor.

"Not used to your drink eh, Kid?" laughs the man.

Anger flares up in the boy, causing his body to tremble. Anger at being laughed at. Anger at him for breaking into their home and threatening them, especially his mother. Anger at being so helpless.

He feels his mother hugging gently, trying to reassure him as if possibly sensing his inner turmoil.

"Never mind. Now, Kid, how about showing us the video you brought with you."

His seething anger suddenly evaporates. He just sits there, not saying a word.

"Oh come on, Kid. It's only a video. What harm is there showing it to us?" the man says, sounding almost friendly.

Max reaches for it.

"Come on, Kid. I haven't all day." The harsh tone suddenly back.

"Please do it." says his mother.

Having no choice, he throw the video across the room to land at the man's feet.

He watches with some trepidation as the man picks it up and opens the plain casing.

"Now let's see.......'Best of Interracial III'. Hmmmm. Not exactly your typical cartoon is it, kid?"

Unable to face his mother, Max pulls away from her as the man continues.

"Let me guess. You thought your Mommy had gone out and you thought you could come down to your Dad's study which has a projector TV and jack off to porn tapes?"

The boy feels the blood drain from him as he hears the man telling them both exactly what he had been planning.

"You should see the look on your mother's face, kid." The man says, laughing. "I don't think she expected her 'little boy' to do things like that. Isn't that right, mommy?"

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