You must be a glutton for punishment!

Immediately after flushing one of the urinals in the restroom right across the corridor from the cafeteria at Lincoln Junior-Senior High School, those were the distressing words which pierced my eardrums as William “B.J.” Hall Jr. — a fellow seventh grader — stood in the entrance to the lavatory laughing fiendishly the Friday after Easter.

“It’s time to pay the piper,” quipped the intimidating bully, cracking his knuckles as he blocked my only way of escape.

This would-be bank teller is currently on a coffee break.

“I’m willing to compromise,” conceded the lanky stripling with one raised eyebrow, squeezing my cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. “Maybe we can make other arrangements for you to pay the toll to keep that pretty little face of you

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