He came with an unexpected bang. The door
leading into boy Sex the exercise yard slammed open, letting in a
flood of boy Sex light, there was a confused rattle of chains, a frightened voice babbling away in a mixture of English and Cajun French (a patois the cons at Cold Mountain used to call da bayou), and Brutal hollering, "Hey! Quit it! For Chrissakes! Quit it, Percy!"
boy Sex I had been half-dozing on what was to become Delacroix's bunk, but I was up in a hurry, my heart slugging away hard in boy Sex my chest. Noise of that kind on E Block almost boy Sex never happened until Percy came; he brought it along with him like a bad smell.
"Come on, boy Sex you fuckin French-fried faggot!" Percy yelled, ignoring Brutal completely. And here he came, dragging a guy not much bigger than a bowling pin by one arm. In his other hand, Percy had his baton. His teeth were bared in a strained grimace, and his face was bright red. Yet he did not look entirely unhappy. Delacroix was trying to keep up with him, but boy Sex he had the legirons boy Sex on, and no matter how fast he shuffled boy Sex his feet, Percy pulled him along faster. I sprang out of the cell just in time to boy Sex catch him as he fell, and that was how Del and I were introduced.
Percy rounded on him, baton raised, and I held boy Sex him boy Sex back with one arm. Brutal came puffing up to us, looking as shocked and nonplussed by all this as I felt.
"Don't boy Sex let him hit me no mo, m'sieu," Delacroix babbled. "S'
il vous boy Sex plait, s'il vous plait!"
"Let me at boy Sex im, let me at im!" Percy cried, lunging forward. He began to hit at Delacroix's shoulders with his baton. Delacroix held his arms up, screaming, and the stick went whap-whap-whap against the sleeves of his blue prison shirt. I saw him that night with boy Sex the shirt off, and that boy boy Sex had bruises from Christmas to Easter. Seeing them made me feel bad. He was a murderer, and nobody'boy Sex s boy Sex darling, but that's not the way we did things on E Block. Not until Percy came, anyhow.
"Whoa! boy Sex Whoa!" I roared. "Quit that! What's it all about, anyway?" I was boy Sex trying to get my body in between Delacroix's and Percy's, but it wasn't working very well. Percy's club continued to flail away, now on one side of me and now on the other. Sooner or later he was
going to bring one down on me instead of on his intended target, and then
there was going