Lake Lewisia #925

"I'm not at all certain I wish to be party to whatever combination of crimes this represents," the young man said even as he clasped his hands together to cradle his friend's foot and boost him over the otherwise impenetrable fence. The rakish grin his friend gave him before dropping into the abandoned courtyard almost distracted him from the words that followed: "If the parents aren't in the nest, we can probably pet the babies for a minute." His heart stuttered--over the grin, over the reckless enthusiasm, over this beautiful boy telling him he saw some monsters and then turning around and offering him pettable babies--and he knew he had fallen long before he got anywhere near the top of the fence himself.

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LL#925