“Let’s go find that other game, or a funnel cake or something. I’m hungry again”.

Instead of the funnel cake, we decided to get a bucket of chocolate chip cookies and go to the milk bar. Of course the cookie vendor had the longest line. As we waited, suddenly that guy was standing behind me. I was not sure whether I saw him first or smelled him first. He smelled like a locker room after practice. I tried not to pay attention to him, but he was standing so close I could hear him scratching his whiskers, smell his sweat and practically feel the heat from his body. After a minute or two I swear he brushed up against my ass. I had on a navy blue team t-shirt and workout shorts with white compression shorts underneath that hung out below the workout shorts. So it could have been the breeze and loose workout shorts moving around a bit, but it felt more like a hand.

“Bring your friends to the fun house in 15 minutes. I work there. I can get you in for free.”

Startled, not sure what to say, and wishing I were somewhere else, I stammered “Uhh” and managed to mutter “Thanks dude.”

What was definitely a hand on my ass squeezed my right butt cheek, I flinched and turned, but the guy was gone. Good riddance pervert, I thought.

“Who was that guy? Do you know him?” Michelle asked.

Embarrassed, not sure what she saw, I said, “I don’t know. Some guy who works at the fun house.” Without thinking, I added, “He said we could get in for free.”

“Oh, I thought maybe it was a cousin of yours from the freak show” Benji offered.

“Very funny. Let’s just get out of here.”

“I want to do the fun house,” Michelle mockingly pleaded. “Yeah, I want to do the fun house too” Christy joined in, “We can come back for cookies later”.

I tried to get them to do something else, but they kept insisting on the fun house. I really didn’t want to see that hairy smelly ass-grabbing guy again, but I didn’t want my friends to think I was a total loser. Eventually, we headed to the fun house. I agreed to go with them and get them in, but I wasn’t going in. I’d wait outside. The fun house is lame anyway.

As we approached, the hairy guy was outside working the entrance, waiting for us with a satisfied smile. The loud prerecorded laughter and shrieks made me more uneasy than I already was. “Step right up, party of four.” I could smell him again, that familiar sweaty man smell. His body hair was spilling over the collar of his t-shirt and out the armholes. I told myself not to look down, but I couldn’t stop myself. More hair and more of that over sized bulge. It was even bigger up close. He caught me looking and gave me a wink. “I’m not going in. I’m just waiting at the exit” I managed defensively.

“Everyone has to go, that’s the only way you get in for free,” he said looking straight at me.

“Oh come on,” Benji urged. “He’s going in,” Michelle added. Not wanting to look like a fool. Especially in front of this guy, I pushed ahead, determined to get this over with.

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